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reztactics replied to your post: “people are awfully interested in my inclinations...

Dimitri vc I do wonder why that is. …what ARE your inclinations, silly game rules aside?

“do you even have to ask?”

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shadowruler replied to your post: anonymous sent…  Edelgard, Hubert, Dimitri (...

Whilst you are correct about what would happen if you’d chosen her majesty, there was someone else you could have beheaded ):

“and spark a continent-wide incident?”

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valorwilled replied to your post: “is that what you meant by ‘you’re not so bad...

i, too, have eyes, claude

“and what lovely eyes they are!”

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“so anyways, moving on--”

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companaich replied to your post:    why is everyone listening in on your private...

constance vc: this place is a den of political backstabbing and maneuvering you really shouldn’t be surprised

“look, constance-- you are absolutely right and i really shouldn’t be.”

   at least neither of them seemed offended.

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@ambitionsrelic​ sent... “You are far too tense for my liking,” Lorenz murmurs, thumbs carving circles into the muscles of Claude’s shoulders. The warmth of his skin radiates through the material of his shirt – it’s a thought that makes Lorenz blush, but does little to halt his ministrations. Dragging his nails up the back of Claude’s neck and up through his hair and across his scalp to repeat the motion, Lorenz says, “You should allow me to look after you tonight.” Tomorrow, too, he thinks – he hopes.

   gee, you wonder why you’re so tense. it certainly couldn’t possibly be because you’ve spent the past gods know how long at your desk, having finalized your notes for tomorrow’s war council. you’re now reading report after report from the ruling lords in a determination to stay up to date with the internal goings-on of both riegan territory and the alliance at large; you know you’ve left your uncle in charge until the time is right for him to join the fray, but as the reigning duke riegan it’s your responsibility to ensure that all matters regarding leicester are attended to. even with a war going on. you must do better than oswald the old. 

   this dedication is what kept the alliance from descending into civil war when edelgard declared war on the church of seiros. until peace reigns and the new dawn breaks through the gloom, you must keep it up. the last thing anyone needs is a new weathervane popping up in acheron’s stead, using the chaos and confusion of war to gain power for themselves-- and get into the good graces of those deemed most profitable. 

   the hands on you make you jolt, though the voice that pairs with it -- soft and familiar -- is enough for you to relax into the touch and settle once more. oh, it’s just lorenz. you hadn’t heard him come in... or perhaps you had, and just didn’t register it.

   you allow yourself to place your quill back in its inkwell ( you had been taking notes, always with the notes, that big ol’ brain of yours only has so much storage space! ). emerald hues flutter shut and you exhale a content sigh as you soak up the attention. his touch is firm but gentle, circles rubbed into your shirt and skin before he runs his nails along the back of your neck and through his hair-- and back again, an attempt to soothe and relax you no doubt. you’ve half a mind to ask if he’s had any formal training, because if he has you’re pretty sure you’ve just won the lottery here... 

“mmm, should i?” a lazy cadence, your words are equally as soft as the gloucester boy’s behind you. “i don’t know, what’s in it for me? to be taken care of is so awfully vague, lorenz...” 

   but you’ll say yes after you’ve had your fun. of course you will. part of you -- that small, vulnerable little thing that you try to shove into the corners and pretend doesn’t exist -- would like nothing more to spend a night being spoiled by lorenz hellman gloucester. once upon a time you might have denied that, but you think the time is long past for denial. lorenz deserves your attention as much as these reports and letters do... even if you can’t help poking fun at him here and there.

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arrowsfly replied to your post:    is it that time again?

he tried :c

“and what a good try it was! i’m impressed, ashe.”

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“there were so many things wrong with everything that just happened that i don’t even know where to start.”

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ambitionsrelic replied to your post: “awww, is a widdle gentle breeze too much for poor...

“No one said being so refined would be easy.”

“there’s a difference between refined and fragile. aren’t nobles supposed to adapt to any situation with grace, even particularly windy days?”

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   you feel a massive headache coming on--

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“...oh, that’s right.” 

   you’re just going to quietly excuse yourself... you have some finishing touches to put on a certain something.

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“mr. goose is a bird of culture, i see.”

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stormsiris replied to your post: "MY KING--Hail to the conquering--runner-up" With...

“I have, I saved you for last in case I had to casually hide behind you. But, she actually didn’t mind it. Surprisingly.” A grin, flicking a loose paper from his own shoulder, “But I still had to leave when she was asking me where I got the pink confetti”

“when you say it like that... well, now i’m just curious-- where did you get pink confetti?” 

   and why is its location such a secret? surely the gold would have been harder to come by? you chuckle once more, eyes darting around the room in search of a broom. this stuff is gonna be a nightmare to clean up, but it’s worth seeing everyone in such a good mood.

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ambitionsrelic replied to your post: “second place, huh? can’t complain about that!...

“Congratulations, Claude. You and Lysithea have represented the Alliance well.”

   you blink once. twice. is... lorenz feeling okay? he’s congratulating you? what is going on?

“thanks! would’ve been nice to get first, but two alliance nobles to only one each from the empire and the kingdom? hah, i’ll take it. more importantly, what kind of cake do you think lysithea would like best? you, her, me, all of us golden deer need to celebrate!”

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“second place, huh? can’t complain about that! would’ve been nice to beat dimitri, but hey-- second out of all those people? i’ll take it; ‘sides-- with lysithea having made it too, i’d call it a victory for the deer overall.”

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“...this is harder than it looks.”

   and you’re almost out of practice supplies, too. how does she do this so easily?