#NAGAFICAT

[albwreckt]

It was not difficult to hear the man speaking about his financial troubles. With how loud and booming his voice was, the true difficulty was avoiding it. But the story she overhears tugs at Deirdre's heartstrings. She does not know what it is to want for gold but she does know that she can help.

"Forgive me," her voice is soft, almost shy as she approaches him. "I could not help but overhear that you are in need of aid. If you would allow it, I would like to help." With a smile, she digs her hand deep into her pocket to retrieve a handful of loose coins with some interesting pebbles, a few dried flowers, and a hard candy mixed in. She reaches for his hand with her free hand, fills his palm with the assortment, and gently closes his fist with both her hands.

"Try not to spend it all in one place," she smiles softly. It is hardly the amount of money that could be spent in more than one place but she does not realize this.

"Allow it? Lady, I'd welcome it!" 

If there is one sound in this world that can truly captivate Balthus, it is the clinking of coins. They are a wellspring of hope, a promise of prosperity, and their clatter against the wood of his stall sends his heart into a flurry of– 

There are like, six. 

He frowns. He feels like he’s been swindled, somehow. “That all you got?” He asks, and worry not, Balthus is self aware. He understands that that’s a rude thing to ask–especially of someone with such kindness in her heart. And so he blinks really hard and waves his hands in front of him. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’ll take it for sure, just… Uh…” 

Looking at it a second time doesn’t fatten the pot. As the meager amount enters his hands, he can’t help but wonder if Deirdre would need the money more than him. She looks noble enough, sure, but so does Constance, and she’s broke. Plus, what was that bit about not spending it in one place? Surely a joke. He couldn't save it even if he tried!

He turns over the wrapping on the candy, reading its label with the squint of his eyes. “...Got anything that tastes like mint?”

[tacitanis]

Deirdre remembers when she had been the only professor assigned to the Black Eagles house. It had been lonely and overwhelming. She felt highly unqualified but, as more and more professors were hired, Deirdre's own confidence as an educator grew. With each new colleague, she feels as though she owes them her thanks. At the very least, she at least owes them a cheerful welcome.

"Good evening, Professor Iago!" She does not knock as she enters the new professor's office carrying an encouraging bouquet of black-eyed susans in her arms. "My name is Deirdre and I am so delighted that you will be joining me in teaching the Black Eagles house! I look forward to getting to know you better!"

iago is surprised by the reception. while this is his first official teaching position, he has been in the position of overseeing instruction before. nohr's sorcerers sometimes needed a guest lecture or two from a military mage, and he had occasionally obliged. he hopes that this will be... much like that but longer-term.

he accepts the flowers regardless ( such a pretty but impractical gift, that tells him a fair bit right from the jump about its giver, more than anything, and he wonders if she happens to know how illuminating it is ) and sets them on his desk.

"deirdre, what a pleasure it is to meet a... lovely lady such as yourself. i am iago of nohr. i do hope we can get to know one another."

[ulircursed]

♡ ok but I'm actually genuinely curious as to what Andrei himself would think of how his situation would change in this situation KSHDKDB

from this picrew!

a new child in jugdral-verse? yup, but hold tight, this au is my wildest one yet. there's another child too, but i'll talk about the other kid when it comes up

cw for rape

unlike the other jugdral asks where i just went crazy on my own, a few sensitive details were discussed a little with erica bc of the topic at hand. so deirdre and andrei have a precanon thread currently going on, where the two of them meet and have a meal and it's their first time hanging out just the two of them. in it, deirdre thanks andrei for, and i quote, 'dealing with one of the men who killed [her] father'. that's ring! andrei freaks out internally, of course, though he is able to salvage the situation to an extent

now, what if that meeting went well enough (in deirdre's mind) that they had more meetings? andrei is on one hand extremely uncomfortable with her, but on the other hand, this is exactly what he wants!! think about what it does for yngvi's reputation if the duke has a direct and personal friendship with the princess and future queen of grannvale!!! this is excellent and great and he cannot possibly refuse this. so he agrees to every single meeting, and talks to her, and they form some sort of friendship thing. at this point andrei's mental health is a mere thread away from utterly insane by the way. surely this will end well, right?

(oh yeah, at this point, andrei does already marry antares and have scipio. scipio is not involved in this mess and is the exact same as he is in canon)

it all comes to a head at one meeting, where deirdre confesses to him that she is ready to have children with lord arvis. she thinks she's ready, finally, thanks to the support and friendship of those around her, including andrei! she mentions something about ring again, and andrei snaps. i've mentioned it before, but andrei resents arvis for (as far as he knows) heading the conspiracy plot, because without it none of this would've had to happen. and so, upon hearing that arvis is about to get what he wants with the woman he loves, andrei forces himself upon deirdre

he comes to his senses after the deed is done, and apologizes profusely, begging her for his life essentially. he says that he will die if word of this ever gets out, and deirdre agrees to keep it a secret. and she does! until. she gets pregnant. i won't go into detail about when/whether she and arvis would've consummated their marriage at this point, but as erica points out, deirdre is not good at hiding her emotions and will eventually tell arvis about it as soon as he asks, so even if being pregnant was potentially expected, the secret would've gotten out at some point during the pregnancy

for his crimes, andrei is publicly executed and yngvi falls into disgrace. antares, already not a noble (this is purely my hc but andrei married a non-noble claiming to have minor ullr blood to have scipio), gets kicked out of yngvi along with scipio, and they go live their non-noble lives somewhere else

anyway, deirdre is pregnant! with twins! manfroy is kinda frustrated, bc he wanted her to have kids with arvis, dammit. but she's of course gonna keep the babies, so they are born. julia is still julia, just with major naga and minor ullr instead of fjalar blood. but her older brother, get this—

name: julio

gender: male (he/him)

class: prince > master knight minus bows and sword

minor ullr, minor loptous

tiptoes around his 'father', whom he's aware isn't really his father. has developed some chronic people-pleaser tendencies because on some level, he feels like his and his sister's existence broke something in this household and that he's not meant to exist. good at charming the staff! very polite for a noble scion

protective of his sister, mostly because of the above reason. the twins grow up really close! julia is the only one that julio feels he can show his true feelings around

they stay in the velthomer household as part of the family upon deirdre's insistence, which isn't terrible because they get a loving mother growing up, but also isn't great because they have to interact with arvis. arvis isn't abusive or anything, but everything about these kids brings back his trauma re: victor so his mental health is just not great in general. they try to avoid each other wherever possible

he's set up to become the duke of yngvi, or whatever that territory is gonna be called if that whole house ends up being dissolved. he works really hard in his youth, but doesn't pick up the bow because he can sense that his 'father' is really really not ok with that. forgoes the sword too, while he's at it, because his 'father' doesn't seem too pleased with that either. he knows how to fence and stuff, but not horseback sword usage. he learns magic though, magic is a-ok in this household

deirdre isn't blamed for this incident, because andrei was the one who initiated the whole thing, and the twins are... yeah, they're bastards, but they're the blood of the legitimate royal family, so it's not like they can be killed or anything. anyway, at this point, sigurd gets to belhalla and arvis cooks him twice as hard as in canon because at this point he's pissed off at anyone who's ever had kids with deirdre, but it's not like anyone can tell because no one knows how hard he cooked sigurd in canon so they just think wow his meteor spell is that strong

manfroy urges them to try again, and tbh azmur wants fully legitimate grandkids too, so according to erica, they do! because deirdre loves arvis and everything. but you know, holy blood weirdness and all that, their kid (let's call him julius) is born with fjalar blood and naga blood but not loptous blood. manfroy, extremely frustrated now, tells them to try AGAIN, and this time, uh, deirdre dies in childbirth and the child doesn't survive. listen, this is kid #5 ok i don't think health care was that good at that time. as an extra screw u to manfroy, maybe this kid would've had major loptous had they survived. but they didn't

manfroy's plans fail! julio becomes the new duke of yngvi and arvis just tries to avoid looking at him. julia is married off to one of the neighboring countries (i had to google what happened to illegitimate children of nobility/royalty and the answers were... this basically). julius becomes duke of velthomer and the heir to the throne. seliph can come in and fix some things about this, but loptous isn't one of his problems for once. everyone is either happy or dead! if julio ends up fighting febail, he will die to febail and his cousin will become the new duke of yngvi, but he doesn't have special dialogue with any of them because who tf are these people. the end.

bonus: thank u to erica for suggesting this route btw

[vallitemaiden]

♡

fankid meme // neka.cc // not accepting

unlike her mothers, Eithne is not cursed with a cruel fate, only with exceptional beauty

despite her serene looks, she is very fiery, not afraid to tell others off if need be and speaks her mind ardently. she's an excellent archer and, somewhat to Mikoto's amusement, is a terrible singer. she cannot hold a note for the life of her

Eithne was outside A Lot as a child and constantly getting into things and playing pretend with her mothers, who doted on her constantly and indulged her desires

most of all Eithne is a free spirit so good luck getting her to do anything she doesn't want to do

she also a propensity to falling in love very fast with pretty girls she meets

[viridescent-lance]

♡ crylaugh

Oh, man. You want a recipe for a martyr to rival Jesus? Because this combination is how you get that.

Forsyth considers Deirdre to be one of his closest friends. He's not romantically attracted to her or women in general, but she's absolutely someone he would do a great many things for. In some world, some circumstance, that would include having and raising a kid with.

This circumstance almost certainly necessitates Python's death. Forsyth really loses a lot of his drive and purpose, here, and if something of a similar caliber of tragedy happened to Deirdre (which, well. lol. but also if something worsens especially) I could see them developing a very strong codependency.

When Python dies in canon, Forsyth moves to a border village and takes a wife where he otherwise wouldn't. Again, I don't think he is attracted to Deirdre but he would be okay with her projecting whatever she needed onto him. And having her in his life would urge him more in the direction of drowning himself in knighthood disease combined with starting a family.

They have two daughters, not twins though. The first kid, Julissa Sigfrid (middle name after Sigurd) takes heavily after her father. She's constantly getting into fights, she's desperate to prove herself and she wants to change the world to be fairer. She's incredibly defensive about not having inherited holy blood, but instead of trying to prove that she's just as capable she's also decided the way to fix this is to just stop holy blood from mattering altogether.

She decides to become a knight, and while she favors her father's lance she also wants to heal like her mother. She overworks herself greatly, throwing herself headfirst into danger.

Julyn Apodora (so named after Python) is a strange, quiet child. She did inherit blood, but it is the minor blood of Loptyr that flows through her veins. She's rather sullen and clings to her mother. Julissa is wildly protective of her.

Julyn is a momma's girl, but she also greatly admires her father. She's developed a burning resentment for the world that makes so many innocent people suffer, and she's wont to take some...covert actions, to make it a better place.

Julissa would likely die young, but Julyn does everything she can to make sure that doesn't happen. If any of her family dies, and they are likely to, she'll go down a dark path...

[deamare]

♡ ˚·  @nagaficat asked:

kissing the top of their head as you hold them . "Oh you poor dear!" Deirdre first notices the little girl's tears then her eyes travel downward to the large scrape on her knee. The poor thing must have tripped and fell playing in the gardens with the twins. "Come here, it will be alright." She pulls little Ishtar up onto her lap and holds her close while one of her maids rushed off to fetch a healing staff. It is instinct to run her hand through the girl's hair and press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. Anything to soothe her in this moment. "Now, let me see." With a wet cloth, she very carefully cleans the area before reaching for her staff. "This might feel a little funny but do not worry. That just means it is working and your body is healing." There is a warming light and skin knits back together good as new. "Is that better? I do not have a spell to mend torn stockings but I am sure we have an extra pair of Julia's that you may have. Perhaps a cookie, too? Sweets always cheer me up!"

Lady Deirdre has always confused Ishtar.

The girl is quiet while she is comforted, unsure as the woman holds her. She had presented plenty of scraped knees to Mother, and for each she was dismissed to a maid for it to be knitted back together. Sometimes, when they are small enough to hide beneath her skirts, she would wipe at her tears until her face was all dry and not tell Mother at all.

But Lady Deirdre does not send her away to be treated by someone else, and when she touches her it is not in the same unnatural way that the maids at home always do. It is gentle, she is gentle, and Ishtar does not know why her tears do not seem to stop even after her knee has stopped hurting.

The offer seems to puzzle her a moment, like she does not know what she is supposed to say, and that troubles her. Mother says she should never decline a gift from Prince Julius or his family, as that would be most improper, but then she also would be beside herself were she to hear her daughter had been so foolish as to require spare stockings. Ishtar frowns a moment and then, slowly, nods.

"If... if that is okay..." Timid gaze flickers to the woman's face, always surprised by how she is smiling. A careful one of her own tugs the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Lady Deirdre..."

[berglietz]

* a kiss on top of a band-aid, to make it feel better

kiss day 2024!

Caspar squirms away from the kiss, hand curling in on itself around the small bandage. It's a paper cut, for Cethleann's sake! He'd only agreed to bandage it in the first place in the hopes that he'd get fussed over a little less!

"Oh, come on! I'm not a little kid, Professor!"

He'll have to be more careful when carrying books for Professor Deirdre in the future. Getting punished with an embarrassment like this is just too much.

[reprisalet]

cont. from here.

an empress? that does make reyson's eyebrows raise very slightly. he inclines his head toward her ( she would outrank his title of ' prince ' but only if he cared about beorc titles and their hierarchy ) and offers her a slight smile. she still seems so apprehensive, but...

well, maybe it's with good reason. it sounds as though she's had a lot to think about, and not a lot of support. he does not ask why that is, instead he just nods. "you're not asking for too much. i offered, didn't i?" it's simple. at least for the moment.

"reyson. you can just call me reyson. i don't see the need for titles," he says, surprised at the way she just takes his arm, but catching up quickly enough that he begins leading her in the direction of the greenhouse. "i find it relaxing to be among the flowers. and at this time of day, there likely won't be anyone there for a while yet. you can tell me about what ails you on the way. your heart is... heavy, isn't it?"

@nagaficat

[aimlessarchery]

🥂 "Look at them," Deirdre's eyes are full of love as she directs Python's attention to their knights now chatting together. "Already talking about sparring!"

Python follows Deirdre's gaze and fails to withhold a choked laugh at the sight before him. There's stars dancing in Forsyth's eyes that he hasn't seen in this magnitude since the man was promoted to lieutenant by his personal little hero back in their Deliverance days.

"Looks like I got it wrong. I don't think you're the homewrecker I should be worried about here."

[lycianlynx]

the wiping party of mach // w.h.c. round 1

If Chad can say anything, it's that they don't want to be here — But between suffering Earth's heavy scrutiny for the entirety of the rest of the night and just suffering it for a little while and being mostly free of it the rest of the night, they picked the latter.

They're kind of regretting it, honestly. Though the boy's not an awful dancer, though they've gone through the practice moves with a clear mind, critical eye and definite objective: Do passably and Get Out — The closer their turn draws, the more their hands shake. There's a tension in their entire body they can't force out, jaw clenched, shoulders drawn taut like a livewire.

All they can see and hear with the lights turned on them is their own thundering heartbeat, their cloying breath and light, light, light, piercing them through — But at least muscle memory wouldn't fail them as the music starts up — A low roar, slow, deliberate, flowing movements that go from one into the next — But a set of strings builds up speed, becomes frenetic as Chad lets momentum carry them from one gesture to the next, half-falling into a spin that dips them low and back up again, their own gravity precarious as their sleeves trail out behind them —

Fine, so far. But they can't keep up the balance they need for for the recovery, their limbs sluggish from anxiety nipping at their heels, and their foot loses ground into an ungainly stumble, disrupting their flow.

A roaring panic begins to eat at them, the fiddle fraying not just the strings, but the last of their own nerves alongside it; There's a recovery as they substitute in a heel spin, but the rest of the choreography flies away from their fingertips as a controlled dip falls out of their hands, has them falling to the floor, and instead of coming back up smoothly, they hit the ground, hard, and the shock has them take a fraction too long to get back up.

The music cuts out. The boy lies, wide-eyed, not daring to move for a long moment — Before the eyes, the eyes register, and they're scrambling onto hands and knees, stricken. This — This was a mistake. This was a mistake. They never should've — Never should've—!!

Earth rumbles in disapproval. Chad can't even bring themself to look at the score numbers, lifted up damningly just inches above their field of vision.

style: 1 choreo: 3 technical: 3

They need to get out of here, now. They gather themself up, bow hastily and vacate the stage for their opponent — Making themself scarce in the maze of hedges under cover of night, tears pricking at their eyes.

et tu, @viridescent-lance @nagaficat?

[splinteredash]

Deirdre had found Professor Thrasir to be a bit intimidating but Professor Lif is something else entirely. Still, she does not let his large stature or glowering demeanor deter her. In fact, it only serves to make her wish to befriend him more.

"Good afternoon, Professor Lif!" Deirdre all but sings as she enters his office. A vase of delphiniums is set on his desk and she smiles when she sees how it brightens up the dreary room. "My name is Deirdre and I look forward to our new friendship!'

Deirdre... He knows that name.

It's migraine-inducing.

There was once a time when he spoke with a Deirdre, and read of her homeland's tales as they were chronicled in Askr's grand library. Confusing at first, the story dawned on the boy after having experiences with some of its characters. Though that place is a graveyard of splotched ink and tattered pages now, there are a few fine details he remembers.

Deirdre and Sigurd had their fate altered by Arvis.

Tragic though she may be, he remembers envying her children. He remembers wishing he had a second father, whenever the burden of expectation would grow too great.

What a fool Alfonse was.

"If you have need of a third dead husband, seek someone else," he ripostes, tonal sharpness throbbing in tandem with the pain in his head. An elbow props his arm up against his desk, which rubs his temple for some sort of alleviation. Lif is too repulsed by Deirdre's offer of friendship to notice that he let slip his greatest secret.

A few moments later, he would realize, but shock would not color his eyes. Deirdre shan't tell a soul, lest she wish for the whole world to know she isn't any better.

"I am not interested in growing close with you. Nor do I care for your plants." Her gift is an even greater twist of the knife, reminding him of all the things he is unworthy of. With a sigh, he brushes it aside--sliding the vase just an inch away from spilling onto the floor.

'The dead cannot provide for the living,' he wishes to say, but some small part in him finds that lesson too cruel to teach.

[aurheatum]

@nagaficat sent:

Deirdre makes her way to the tables to find her seat. It is not difficult to guess where she will be sitting. As Sigurd's Lady, her spot should be just to the right of his. But she notices the Archbishop in her place. She does not think much of it. Rhea is probably just taking a moment to chat with the others in that area until Deirdre arrives.

Deirdre smiles and gently taps her dear friend on the shoulder. "Pardon me, my lady, but..."

Then she notices it. The place card reading Archbishop Rhea placed neatly on the table. Her heart sinks like a stone and she glances frantically around trying to find her name nearby with it nowhere to be found.

"Oh dear. I had thought...but if Lord Sigurd is there then..."

Rhea had indeed been conversing with those around her, particularly the Lady Ayra, after she had taken her assigned seat. Sir Sigurd had been kept busy greeting guests, and continues to be so that she hardly had the time to ask why his wife was so far away from him during this time of celebration.

(She knows Arvis Velthomer has returned and something has changed but in passing the change has only ever seemed to invigorate Deirdre.)

As Deidre’s gaze passea Rhea’s face to fall upon her name card the lady of the forest seems to positively wilt; opal eyes turning dark rather than glittering like the clear forest pond as they usually were. 

Again, just as she had in the garden, Rhea wishes to hold her bur she is aware of what they both represent her and the many eyes open them (young seliph was just yonder; has he noticed his mother’s sudden change in disposition?)

“Lady Deirdre, please come with me for a moment,” Rhea says, taking her hand and leading her from the crowd; “I am sure it must have been some miscommunication between the two of you. Planning such an event as this takes a great deal of mental focus after all. When was it you and Sir Sigurd last spoke?”

[swiftscion]

i want to see someone get shot 🥰 - team 10 iron round

Larcei tries to protest against Deirdre’s scolding--tries to put up her arms in defense and come up with some reason or another to justify her suspicions. Isolation leads to suspicion, she would have said, or She was holding a strange magical artifact! But as though this dream wishes to put their feud aside, the arena shifts. Rustic bars, dusted floors, and simple wooden seats all vanish without a trace. The smell of blood and sweat in the air is gone, giving way to something more sterile. The playing field widens. Metal plating covers the ground they walk on, streaks of blue energy coursing through the floor. For lack of a wall and iron gate, a similarly colored bubble surrounds them. It seems to hum with life, appearing translucent but definitely solid. It is a force field, meant to keep their fight contained. On the other side of this field remains their audience, though their accommodations have been upgraded. Their seats of matte-black chrome are padded using some soft and alien material, and they hover in the air, so that everyone can have their perfect view. It is a setting totally unknown to little Larcei--far beyond even the scope of her imagination. 

And when she looks at her hands, expecting some powerful weapon of a similar era, she finds nothing. Not even the tingle of magic at her fingertips, not even the flow of mana in her veins. “GUESS I DON’T HAVE A WEAPON,” she tries to mutter to herself, but speaking below a shout has been made an impossibility. Her voice, regardless of how much she tries to control it, rings at a deafening volume--each word pounding against the eardrums of all unfortunate enough to hear. But strangely enough, she doesn’t seem to notice. 

“BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF WE LOSE BECAUSE OF THAT! YOU!” and again, she points to Lucina, “ENOUGH STANDING AROUND! IF YOU’RE REALLY ONE OF US, THEN YOU’LL FIGHT TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! ATTACK THE ENEMY; GIVE THEM EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT!”

Larcei uses Rally with her Booming Voice! Lucina receives +6 speed and +3 luck for one round!

The enemy in question is not so easily felled, however. One, evidently the leader, towers over our heroes with limbs of great mechanical might. Its entire body is cased in metal armor, but the sheen around that seems to provide even more protection. It, too, is of the sky-blue color seen on the floors and walls around them. Each of its shoulders holds a missile rack, and strapped front-and-center is an intimidating gatling gun. Of course, this technology is foreign to Larcei, but she isn’t the kind to be willing to mess around and find out with strange devices. Especially when those devices are pointed at her. 

Three nodes surround it, each a futuristic pod of robotic material and circuitry. At their cores is a similar blue light, and evidently, they are connected to the main body. After taking a look at them, Larcei doubts even Lucina could hold her own. She turns to another ally.

“YOU TOO, LADY DEIRDRE! YOU TRUST HER, RIGHT? THEN BACK HER UP IN BATTLE!”

Larcei uses Ruse with her Booming Voice! Deirdre receives +3 speed and +1 luck for one round!

UP NEXT: @exclted @allegreta

[ulircursed]

[ Grannvale ] [ Whisper ] "I heard something about you tonight, you know." Deirdre cannot keep the knowing grin from her face as she dances close to Andrei. The knowledge has powered the joy of her evening and even just thinking about it has kept her spirits high. It is a beautiful thing.

She leans in close to his ear and tries to whisper. It is an attempt at giving him some privacy in the matter but the longer she speaks on it, the more excited she becomes. And the more excited she becomes, the harder it is to control her volume. "My dear, dear friend, Lord Naesala, told me that the two of you accompanied each other to this ball! I am overjoyed for you both. My two best friends! Together!"

Lady Deirdre asks him for a dance, and of course, it would be Andrei’s pleasure.

(It is the correct answer, like clockwork. Even if they did not have any sort of personal relationship, his answer will not, cannot, ever change.)

Still, he can’t quite hide his surprise when Lady Deirdre leans in, the excitement in her tone not enough to erase the accusation that would come with such a claim. Perhaps she does not think of things that way, but the infamous stories of Duke Victor come to mind.

For the first time since the situation began, he thinks of Antares, of his station. He is, had been, the Duke of Yngvi.

(That life is in the past now. Is that enough to justify how easily he'd changed his life in the present?)

"I— I understand that it is... not the most appropriate of me," he says nervously, "To indulge in such dalliances."

(His blood, his position, had invited nothing but lies from the one he'd thought might bring about the renascence of the Yngvi bloodline. It's only here, when his bloodline no longer mattered at all, that he'd seen, in Naesala's eyes, something he could trust. Could that be enough?)

Andrei swallows hard. "It did make me happy," he says, barely above a whisper himself, "Being here with him."

[lionsword]

Ice Ice Baby [White Heron Cup]

White Heron Cup starter for @wanderingsstar @viridescent-lance and @nagaficat

Roy was so excited he was worried about being able to dance correctly. He grinned at Nils, tamping down his nerves like he usually would before combat. However, going out onstage to perform was its own trial. With only a decorative sword at his side, he felt out of place.

"Okay. Let's go!"

It felt like something they were sharing, a memory of someone long past, their reminiscence in steps and flourishes rather than words. Roy hadn't gotten to know Ninian, but he knew she'd been dear to Nils, if not everything to him.

The dance was both in her honor and an expression of new joy, fire red and ice blue blending in spirit.

Style: 9

Choreography: 6

Technique: 4

Total: 19

Roy's steps still weren't the best. All that practice and he still likely bruised at least one of Nils' toes. "Sorry!" he whispered after a bad step, still enjoying himself.

[viridescent-lance]

can we get a family therapist in here

starter for @nagaficat and @disgracedvessel

Forsyth has made a promise, and he intends on keeping it.

The aftermath of the mission leaves everyone shaken, and he knows recovery time is vital. But he remembers the worry and urgency in Deirdre’s eyes, her desire to see her son alive and unharmed. Thus on his first day back at Garreg Mach, he musters the strength to scout the Abyss for Julius’ whereabouts, and on the second he sets off with Deirdre to find him.

“Be careful. While there is unwarranted stigma towards the residents of the Abyss, there are still scoundrels lurking. If anyone tries to harm you, I am at your side.” The individuals who Forsyth had recruited the help of yesterday gave him a general area where Julius roams--nothing concrete, but it’s better than nothing and he doubts he’ll get as lucky as he did last time. “Your son has made a bit of a name for himself down here, but he seems to roam...”

The residents of the Abyss, for their part, give them a wide berth. Perhaps it is that they are specifically looking for Julius, perhaps it is because they are a princess and a Knight of Seiros. Regardless, Forsyth tries his best to be gracious to the residents, giving them apologetic smiles as he and Deirdre make their way further down.

“We should be nearing him...are you ready, Lady Deirdre?” Forsyth can’t say he isn’t nervous, what with his knowledge of their family past and the recent incidents in the dreamscape, but this is his duty. Hopefully seeing his mother alive will help Julius. “It is an honor to facilitate this, my dear friend.”