#Sakura ;; gentlenekomata

[verdantsunflower]

 🎄[[ shes super timid excuse her ]]

She normally enjoyed the festive atmosphere, sharing smiles and pretty decorations all around he monastery, just to make sure everyone was getting in the mood. Yet, she not always knew how to react when it happened to stand underneath a fairy mistletoe, esoecially when someone else happened to be there as well.

"Uh.. " she noticed the young boy, but she lowered her gaze, timidly avoiding any eye contact.

Truth be told, Lugh was feeling JUST as awkward upon realizing the predicament he was in. He was under mistletoe? With a cute girl? Oh gosh, Lugh had no idea what to do, and he was turning beet red!

“Oh, crud! We’re under mistletoe! Um….”

Slowly, Lugh took a few steps forward, only having to lean up just a little bit to reach Sakura… and gave her a small, quick peck on the cheek. Lugh was NOT a kisser, but he did his best! He didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable then she already was!

“Happy holidays!”

[goldoanheart]

@gentlenekomata continued from here:

As soon as she was being touched by his tender hands, she revived every single second they spent together at his office, gathering papers for filling letters and at the same time, she remembered the very first time they have met, which exactly was quite similar to the current event. “I’m truly enjoying the mood of this lively evening!” she giggled, as per usual, “But I’m happy to see you well and doing good with the other as well” she was sincerely happy to see him getting on well with everybody, it genuinely made her heart flinch in happiness. “So, are you thirsty? ‘cause, I’ve seen a very interesting table full of tasty teas!!” and she recollected the moment they prepared the tea together. So many moments to recollect and so many new memories to make.

Kurthnaga would like to think he had made a lot of dear friends during his time at the academy, and Sakura was certainly included in that group. The young dragon treasured all of those friends, more than anything else in the world.

"I am glad that you are able to enjoy yourself. That is what events like this are for, after all." Kurthnaga claps his hands gleefully together with an excitement only one with a still youthfull folly could have. How could he not be happy when he was able to enjoy this evening with both close friends and family alike?

"I would be honored to share a cup of tea with you again, Lady Sakura. If you would allow me to."

[hresvelged]

🍪🍪🍪

She doesn't recognize the color of biscuit in Sakura's hands. It appears black and white, but she cannot begin to guess much farther. To think she would be spending her day trying different sweets.. A small part of her finds it satisfying despite the odds (an admittance to none).

"Hello, Lady Sakura. I see such events have reached you, as well." Edelgard's lips upturn as she tucks her hair behind her ears. "I can't claim to be much of an expert with this supposed phenomenon. It seems to be a yearly occurrence as of recent times. In actuality, I feel as if I'm missing something. Who started it? When? How? What do you think of it?" Yet, once more does she continue to speak far more than she needs to. The realization hits faster than she cares to admit, waving her arms to hide flushed cheeks. Her head instinctively turns away. "Ugh, forgive me. Forget I said.. any of that."

Eyeing the treat, she reaches to break off a small bite of the item with her hands before bringing a finger to cover her mouth upon its reach. "I'm not familiar with that flavor. That's the first I've come across it. Thank you for letting me try it. And.. for your patience."

[crimsonretainer]

🎄

While running errands around the monastery, it was easy for Sakura to run up against someone else doing their duties, especially during this period of the year: every rooms was sloely becoming decorated, every hallway was becoming more radiant and shiny, each person in the monstery suddenly become healthier and happier -obviously it was a mere thought, but Sakura truly believed in it.

But as she happened to encounter this person right under the mistletoe of festivity, she felt a starnge pression all above her shoulders, almsot dropping all the boxes she was holding in her arms.

"I-I'm sorry for interrupting you" she fretted, bowing her head in sign of excuse, trying to ignore the mistletoe.

HUBERT HAS SEEN SAKURA RUNNING to and fro with the boxes the entire time, he's been subtlety picking up and weaving the lights between the branches of one of the myriad pine trees secretly bought with the funds funnelled from the Vestra estate. Hubert, observant as he is, has noticed the number of younger students either without families or unable to travel home, so he's taken it upon himself in a way to bring the holidays to them, uncaring for his perception in the eyes of others as long as they were able to enjoy it.

It's when he's caught in his thoughts that he's absent-mindedly stepping back into her path and nearly knocking the boxes from her hands before an arm is darting out to steady her. Despite this, his awareness of the mistletoe he knows is above his head has slipped from his mind, until its enchantments are making themselves known once again. "Please forgive the hubris, Lady Sakura."

Gloved digits are carefully lifting the boxes from her hands, setting them down and lifting her hand to his lips in a single movement. Hubert's head is bowed in respect as he places a single chaste kiss against the back of her hands. "Happy Holidays."

[verseandrhyme]

[ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky

"Awww, I've missed them a bunch!!" the petite priestess whispered to Mitama, as she really didn0t want to ruin the moment, "Look at those! Aren't them beautiful? Floating in the night sky like a sea of lights..." she giggled, sharing a pleasing smile with her beloved friend. friend.

five senses | Accepting!

Mitama needs to lean in close to hear Lady Sakura's words amongst the sea of visitors, all crowding to see the very same sights that they are here to see. Seeking the easiest option, Mitama gestures for permission before gently taking the princess's hand in her own. it would be a tragedy to lose her.

"They're quite lovely." Mitama agrees. Man-made stars that shine nearly as bright as those in the sky, she cannot help but wonder at them as they float by. "We did not have any sight like this in my deeprealm. The village was too small for it. I have only see them a few times before.

Another of life's beautiful mysteries, to see how the same thing repeated each year might change and evolve with every performance. The same, and yet also deeply different in nature.

Mitama smiles at Lady Sakura. "Thank you for accompanying me this time. I am honored by the gift of your presence."

[firelles]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

"Here, you may catch a cold!" Sakura tenderly whispered as she drew closer to the blonde girl, a soft blanket covering her tiny shoulders as the petite priestess make sure that she was getting warmer.

Perhaps the frost-bitten air had been getting to her more than she had first realized— The chills down her back and crossed arms did seldom to shoo away the cold, nor did the thoughts of moving elsewhere.

It was the warmth of a blank she felt first, kindly placed atop her by her friend. Céline shifted her head to face Sakura as she shifted her fingers to curl the blanket further around her person.

"That is certainly possible..," she said in a near whisper. As she rocked on her feet for but a moment, the warmth allowed her enough momentum to keep a strong standstill. A heightened and grateful voice soon followed: "Thank you kindly. That was precisely what I needed! It seems I was more under-prepared than I thought I might be."

[astoldbyfolkslore]

[ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick "Don't worry, I'm here for you!" she chirped, while she gently passed a wet cloth on his forehead. "You'll be fine brother"

A groan could be heard from the archer , rather reluctant to accept the care . He was fine , truly ! Even if .. every other sign was against him. In truth, he just hated being out of commission, considering there were so many other things that could be done, and yet, here was stuck in his bed due to a cold. In a sense to him .. it was humiliating. Yet, despite all of his huffing and puffing, he wasn’t alone in this.

Takumi had his younger sister! Which made it feel as if this dreaded sickness was somewhat easier. " Thank you, Sakura .. " Would he softly mumble, eyes closing feeling the cloth upon his head. A soft hum at the coolness upon his forehead made the room feel as it were a bit cooler.

" Be careful though .. I don’t want you to get sick .. cause of looking after me. “ He grumbled, tired hues peeking from underneath closed slits. Not to mention that he would feel guilty for getting her sick, from taking care of him. A tad bothered by how bright the light was, yet far too tired to properly make a complaint about it. Only refuting it by closing his eyes once more. Throat rather scratchy, Takumi would let out a small cough to try and soothe it. Though .. it didn’t have to much of the result he had expected.

[paintingfallenraindrops]

@gentlenekomata

[ Cue the Music ] - there’s certainly music, but it’s unlike any you’ve ever heard before. Maybe it’s because it’s played by crickets with tiny instruments. Dance, request a song, or just stare at your new insect colleagues until they grow annoyed with you, you have so much freedom!

The music seemed so nice during the evening, even though the atmosphere was completely different from usual and the orchestra wasn’t exactly what you could expect from an event like that: the rhythm was sweet and slow, accompanied by two greeny crickets playing violins from a small wooden raised platform. The lights were suffused and everything look fancy and romantic, but what Sakura was missing, was an amiable knight who could accompany her to dance: not so many person could be seen by themselves, but one figure definitely caught the attention of the petite princess: a slim silhouette, with an azure hairstyle that curiously resembled the one of a dear person in Sakura’s heart.

She couldn’t help, but approach that gentleman and with the most radiant smile she could afford, she gently spoke to him. “May I have the honour to dance with you, Mister..?” and she offered her hand, still gracefully smiling at him.

Cadros smiles down at the young girl before him, as graceful and gentle as a cherry blossom. She must be from Hoshido. Though he has never had much of chance to be in that land himself, he has certainly heard some stories of its beauty from Anankos. It had always sounded so far and distant from the dark cliffs and cloudy skies that he had known before Valla.

"Of course! I would be delighted to dance with such a beautiful girl!" He takes her hand into his own, kissing it gently as he leads her to the dance floor.

"As a ruler I am quite used to getting often random requests for a dance, but you seem as though you have something that you may have wished to say to me." He hums softly as he begins a careful step. He avoided taking it too fast for now, not wanting to let his dancer's soul overwhelming the poor girl when they had only just met. Slow and steady for now, perhaps he could teach her a proper Vallite waltz late in the night.

"You are more than welcome to simply call me Cadros, even if I am Valla's king, here I am no more than the ordinary person."

[ulircursed]

A small letter could be find at the threshold of his rooms, accompanied on the side with a very small wicker basket and a egg inside: the letter was cutely decorated with dried flowers and cherry petals; on the right corner of the paper, a small drawing of a pidgeon and at the center of the paper, a brief text written with a very clear and big calligraphy. The text was the following:

《 I'm sure you'll be a great caretaker and a lovely anf affectionate dad 》

On the back of the letter, a signature

❀ the petite priestess ❀

The basket exchanges hands between inhabitants of Garreg Mach, some of whom had heard of the blond-haired man, most whom had not, until it is finally given to him by one of the healers. The infirmary and the training range are the only two places Andrei had reliably been found, the ‘student’ seemingly barely ever showing up for any classes, and the contents of the basket were deemed safer in the company of the injured and resting, rather than zealous, healthy individuals wielding weapons.

It takes him no time to register who could’ve sent the gift. There had only been one person with whom he’d exchanged words regarding the topic, and it’s clear Sakura had taken his attempt at upholding the conversation to heart. Too much, he registers with a note of belated alarm, reaching for the small egg inside the basket.

Off-white dotted with splotches of deeper grey and tiny enough to fit in the center of his palm, the shell of the egg is smooth and cool to the touch, and only when he’d come into contact with it did Andrei become aware of how cold his own fingers are in the moment. An egg is supposed to be warmed, isn’t it?

You’ll kill it.

The Heal spell bursts from his fingertips with that thought, the glow encompassing the egg briefly before fading away, leaving Andrei with nothing but an odd sense of déjà vu.

(There had been someone something else important, warm within his grasp, once before.)

He stares down at the small egg. It doesn't look any different, and he had no way of knowing whether it is still alive. Whether his efforts are meant to end in vain again, or if there is still something to be saved.

At least his hand is warm, now.

[solarsbrace]

❛  come on, it's gonna be fun!  ❜ [little sushine she is ]

giving way to the whims of another, it wasn't something the king was oft to do. perhaps a few requests from his sister, or maybe myrrh, but even with them he had a limit. if it wasted too much time, he would say no, and if it was outside of his comfort zone, he would likely say no too. he was lucky not many made requests of him that breached these lines. perhaps they had no need, or maybe they took him in consideration... it mattered not either way.

then what exactly was he doing, entertaining this girl who clearly could not read him. each time he tried to push away, the girl gave him a smile that pulled at his heart strings in a way he couldn't help. surely the priestess had some kind of special power to hold him hostage like this. after a fierce internal debate, he give the girl a simple nod of approval and let her lead his hulking figure through the crowd of students. "lead the way, then." surely she would get bored of suck a boring toy soon, anyway... or so he hoped.

@gentlenekomata

[hosannan]

Wrapped in Lace { Sakura & Nanna

@gentlenekomata asked:

[ Escape ] - or at least try to. There has to be a loophole that dispels the curse and lets you flee from this place. From shouting at the heavens to ramming against the doors, throw ideas against the walls and find what sticks!

Despite her delicate and gentle character, Sakura suddenly felt her body twinkled and not knowing exactly why, she felt the urge to disappear from that room full of confusion: swiftly, her goldenish eyes started to scan the surrounding, until she found a very small door in the back, almost covered by some tables, as if it was some sort of service door that definitely lead out of that mess. Still unsure of her body sensation, she started to move mechanically towards that mysterious door, until her hand reached out for the doorknob, but to her much surprise, the door opened by itself and as she pulled it to exit, she almost bumped into another person, an unknown girl with a rather beautiful dress and a charming smile. “I beg my pardon…I didn’t mean to rush towards you” she said it with a very low tone, already bowing her head since she felt overwhelmed by embarrassment.

Was it the white roses in her hair or the laced gloves that caught Nanna off guard? The beautiful young woman had scarcely a hair out of turn, dressed like a spring breeze and a flutter of white petals. But she appeared possessed by a blizzard, rather than soft powdered snow. What urgency this girl must have had to escape— Nanna gasped, as the door swung agape, nearly catching on her dress. Before she could utter a word, the girl had already had half the mind to pour out apologies, as though the spell cast over her had snapped in two.

"...Ah, you must be fretting your petals off, miss," Nanna reached over, pressing her thumb across the young woman's laced shoulder. With warmth, she affectionately stroked her in hopes to raise her spirits. "It is no cause for problem. Raise your head, I hardly have a scratch on me, hehe."

Now that Nanna had had a thorough glance-about, she knew better than to leave this stranger in her time of duress. "What is your name, miss? Mine is Nanna..." Duly noting her manners, Nanna rested her hand over her heart and bowed. "Might we find a way together? I know a thing or two about captivity that may serve us well."

[apathynoir]

i believe in you

from: random action-themed prompts

What a night to get surrounded by bandits.

The journey had started off simple enough: Dwyer was out of medicinal herbs, and a classmate he knew was sick. A good cup of herbal tea always made him feel better, and he figured that it couldn’t hurt to extend a helping hand to another in need. It didn’t take much effort on his part (well, it usually didn’t, but now he had to factor in the herb gathering), so why not?

It was late in the evening, however, and Dwyer was smart enough to recognize that going herb hunting alone was a horrible idea. After a half-hearted call for assistance around campus (that really only consisted of him trudging from one place to another and asking a few times before leaving), he had managed to get another to come along with him—Sakura.

Dwyer informed Sakura of where he needed to go, and the two set off. Dwyer stayed silent for a majority of the trek, but internally he was thinking about a lot of things. The Sakura he knew suffered unbelievable tragedy; having lost both her brothers, she had disappeared without a trace. Was this the same one? Was she different? What had she seen, and how did she feel? Dwyer didn’t feel like pulling this monster out of the closet, so he kept his eyes forward, quietly and quickly answering anything Sakura asked him.

Just as the pair began nearing the field where the best herbs grew, Dwyer twitched. He could sense a presence nearby, but couldn’t conceive of a reason for anyone else to be out this late. He inched closer to Sakura, drawing his sword—the air was thick with tension, and the crunching of leaves nearby didn’t sound friendly. 

“Lady Sakura,” Dwyer muttered, the honorific slipping out without him even noticing, “you might’ve felt it, too, but we’re not alone.” His foot slid out into a more proper stance as the rustling got closer. “I dunno who it is, or how many people there are. All I know is that we’re probably gonna have to hit a few guys.”

As figures began emerging from the shadows, grinning and gripping all manner of weapons, Dwyer sighed and bowed his head. “It’s pretty shameful of me to have dragged you into this mess, so… could you trust me to take care of it? To make up for it?” Though he knew Sakura was capable, his pride took over his reason. If he’s going to cause problems, the least he can do is fix them.

[goldoanheart]

@gentlenekomata asked:

The greenish mane did not go unnoticed by the pink-haired girl, who suddenly noticed the young man walking along the cobbled avenue nearby the church area. It was his unmistakable gentle expression that immediately caught the priestess off guard. "Kurth!!" she yelled, but with the most delicate voice you could ever heard. Immediately after, she walked straight to his face, a timid yet enthusiastic expression hovered on her pale visage. She was radiant. "I hope my letters did arrive at right destination" she sketched a smile, light hues of red colored her cheeks, "I'm so glad to have you back here"

Kurthnaga startles slightly as someone calls out his name suddenly, jolting him out of his thoughts upon what had been a peaceful walk up until that moment. He breathes a small sigh of relief when a small, familiar, beorc girl proves to be the one who had called for him.

"Hello, Lady Sakura," he says with a smile and a gentle bow of his head. Her face is as soft and sweet as he remembers, a welcome sight amongst all that had changed during his time of absence from the academy, "it is nice to see you again."

If there was one thing he had missed during his time away more than anything else, it was the friends that he had made while he was here. Both friends of the beorc and laguz alike. He had taken great joy in telling stories of Garreg Mach to those back home when he had returned, to reassure them - Gareth in particular - that he truly was achieving the goals that he wished to there. Broadening his horizons exactly as he had wished.

"And I am glad to be back."

[inferniso]

✢⁎. cherub’s tear

The chapel is empty, save for one.

Mass is over, and the dutiful churchgoers have all finished their prayers to head on home. The service leaders, too, have abandoned this holy place in pursuit of their daily routine. Lone strands of sunlight peter through stained glass, and a bird’s song can be faintly heard if one listens close enough. Peace rings through this hall--instead of a bell, instead of the great organ. 

A dragon’s head turns at the last one standing. Thought it ill-understands the deities humans pray to, it participates in their sermons for nothing more than tradition. It usually stays behind long after the class clears out, staring up at that marbled statue, wondering just what exactly it feels from its presence. 

The Dark Priestess, it was once called. Following logic one would assume that it has some sort of innate connection to the gods up above--some reverence for the divine. 

But it is divine. And once upon a time, it walked among the saints and heroes whose legacy humanity holds onto.

...

Idunn waits. Moments. Seconds. Minutes. For the other girl to finish whatever it is she’s doing. She doesn’t mean to stalk--doesn’t mean to spy--but the isolated appearance is a curious one. Perhaps there is something to be learned, here. 

Her approach is long foretold by the echoing footsteps that sound in her wake. Idunn never tries to walk loudly, but wide walls and sloped ceilings care little for one’s efforts to remain silent. The maiden, with hair the color of spring wind, would hear her coming. 

“Hello,” said simply, lacking intonation, “are you praying?” And a short silence follows. The human has the chance to turn and meet the dragon’s gaze. Though if she does, there is not much life to be seen in her half-heaven, half-hell pair of eyes. Each is a dull reflection of the beam of sunlight touching her face. The color is barely visible in their irises, and in her smile--in every muscle of her face--no emotion can be found. 

Yet Idunn means well. She wants to introduce herself to this strange being. Talking and learning, conversing and socializing are all essential to the regrowth of her soul. So she stares blankly at the other, determined to speak and be spoken to.

“...Why is it that you do that? Who are you praying to?” 

It’s the burning question at the forefront of her mind.

//starter for @gentlenekomata

[sharpscion]

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

the girl looked up at him, thanking him wide-eyed all innocent like. he hardly registered the quiet tones of her voice through the bustle of the tent. his actions must have weighed on her for the girl to find him among all the injured students. in battle, scáthach was always prepared, keeping every ally in his mind. it kept him at ease, but it also kept him prepared if someone was in need of assistance. It hadn't been much of a thought for him when he stepped in front of her, trading the attackers head for a light wound to his shoulder. "think nothin' of it," scáthach pondered how best to phrase his words, "this is natural for me, i guess?" the knight rolled his injured arm around a few times before letting it rest back at his side. it ached from the unwanted movement, but he gave the student a smile regardless. "see, it's hardly even a scratch. i'm sorta built for taking hits like that, so don't worry about me." besides, he thought, a strike like that would have hurt you a lot more than me.

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ ⁺ @gentlenekomata asked:

Sparkling Water: Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender’s disposal.

Seeing so many unknown faces at the ball made Sakura a little nervous: not that she wouldn’t enjoy herself in such event, but sometimes, you just needed to pick up a conversation with someone close, easing the possibility to meet other people too. Hoping to find it sooner, the petite priestess stopped over at the bartender’s disposal, where many interesting cocktail made of sparkling water were offered as an easy way of refreshing the throat.

Right after picking her drink, she suddenly eyed a smile she would recognized among many others and what a greater occasion than this, to offer her a drink for an amiable conversation?

Without thinking twice, the petite princess picked up another glass from the disposal and quickly approached the feminine figure, wearing the best smile she could afford in that moment.

“What a lovely surprise to see you here too, Corrin” she greeted her, offering the glass full of a colourful liquid. “You look stunning!”

"Lady Sakura!"

The lively air has done as it always tends to, sweeping the princess up in its warmth and making her smile impossible to shake. Corrin greets the other with a hasty curtsy, crimson eyes glittering.

"You do as well! The season suits you," her younger sister blends right in amongst the colorful petals and gossamer that surround them.

With a hum of gratitude, Corrin accepts the offered glass. It's just water, glittering in the evening's golden light, but she affords it a curious sniff anyway before turning it up to her lips.

"Oh, this is... really good." Just so slightly flavored and bubbly--fascinating. Corrin takes another sip, lowering her glass only to hurriedly reach for the other's hand.

"Before I forget," her smile turns a touch sheepish, warmth creeping up her cheeks, "the flowers..."

And just as the words leave her mouth comes the blossom of petals at her throat, warm with the elemental magic that spurs it forth.

"Thank you, Sakura."