#appointedescort

[empirelead-a]

gives her a wet willy and then a kiss on the cheek bc she can

@appointedescort

     “I do HOPE you realize that this DOESN’T       mean I’m going to forgive you.”

[flamereign]

sits on him bc he won't wear his fUCKING HELMET

           there’s a voice in the back of his head warning him he should probably thread carefully,  as there’s a good chance he’s gonna catch a wallop to the face for this and crowe’s never been known for pulling her punches; but instead of being suitably cowed,  axel just relaxes back and leers.  “ well,  if this is what i get for not wearin’ a helmet----- “  

[sunpierce-moved]

&*&

random number prompt / source!

#15!

( ♚ ) ❝ How do I work this thing? ❞

[jjillekkot]

Gently snags the corner of Yuffie's sleeve, tips of her ears pink and trying ( but failing ) to hold a straight face. "Hey, can I... can I hold your hand?"

!!! // @appointedescort

Yuffie’s a little surprised but overall rather flattered at Crowe’s request. She’d think maybe around Libertus and any of her usual gang she might want to show distance or act however she needs to so she’s not babied. Yuffie’s well aware of how it feels to be treated differently around one’s peers, though in her case there are other factors including gender, like age and affiliation. She cannot help she is from occupied state; and surely, she is doing her part to protest against the Empire. She’d never do anything to compromise Crowe.

But when they’re in public, in the company of Crowe’s friends and she asks to take her hand, she’s excited. And while she might protest to overly affectionate public displays, this seems appropriate, this seems entirely thrilling in itself, and she is excited to participate.

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

-KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN- HAVE YOU HEARD THERE'S A RUMOR IN ST. PETERSBURG! HAVE YOU HEARD WHAT THEY'RE SAYING IN THE STREET?

ALTHOUGH THE TSAR DID NOT SURVIVE ONE DAUGHTER MAY BE STILL ALIVE.

THE PRINCESS ANASTASIAAAAA!

BUT PLEASE DO NOT REPEAT!

[stellaux]

Moving on autopilot, Crowe weaves her way through the throng of aristocratic people milling about the pavilion. Thoughts everywhere except her moving feet, she nearly gives up hope before she catches familiar violet eyes in her peripheral vision. Everything else around her seems to vanish when she crosses the room to all but sweep Stella off her feet in a tight hug. "... Hi."

☆ .*･｡ﾟ  @appointedescort

      SHE PLAYS THE ROLE OF A WALLFLOWER ;  her  presence  hidden  from  the  sidelines,  the  celestial  star  remains  incredibly  passive.  her  posture  superb  as  ever,  slender  digits  intertwine  neatly  above  her  lower  abdomen  as  a  polite  smile  illuminated  her  own  complexion.  movements  are  gentle  and  she  wonders  around  at  her  own  leisure.  body  mindful  of  others,  she  does  her  best  to  avoid  shuffling  across  the  crowded  room.  she  sees  familiar  faces  ——  many  of  whom  from  aristocratic  soirees,  but  she  makes  no  extraordinary  effort  to  approach  them.  instead,  she  finds  herself  marveling  at  the  decor  that  complimented  the  room  entirely.  a  grand  painting  so  beautiful  and  bright,  yet  it  was  largely  ignored  by  the  masses.  subtle  movements  ventures  closer,  but  before  she  can  take  a  closer  look  a  familiar  gaze  descends  upon  her  form.  the  painting  is  long  forgotten  as  stella  turns  to  her  heel  and  is  immediately  surrendered  into  a  grappled  hug.

       ❝ — crowe ! ❞      she  calls  out  in  glee  ;  mirth  laughter  brightening  iridescent  orbs  as  she  fondly  greets  the  other.  how  long  has  it  been,  oh  she  dares  not  ask.  yet  there  was  an  undeniable  glance  of  relief  that  flooded  her  gentle  countenance.     ❝  what  are  you  doing  here  ?  i  didn’t  expect  to  see  you,  i’ve  missed  you  so ! ❞

[sxrtis]

"... I'll never leave you." She says quietly, stroking pad of her thumb across Luna's cheek and bowing her head close enough to feel the Oracle's breath tickle her lips. "Whether you need me as a friend or protector or... Whatever else you may need I'll be here."

❝Crowe...❞

It had been trying, most of all for the Glaive. Their relationship had been hidden, kept away in secrets (for the most part - Gentiana, of course, knew) and it was taking its toll. Crowe worried every day. Luna tried to ease the worries, but she did, too.

❝We’ll make it -- together. I promise. I want you by my side.❞

[fujxnarchive]

"I died that day."

   “NEGATIVE.”

   TO DIE is to never rise again, to die is to never be remembered again. In both senses, the other could not be considered dead; Altius had rose from her puddle of blood && had fought to find the remains of the Glaive, whereas Crowe had been honored by those she had touched, had never been forgotten in the panic by those who loved her still. In which sense, then, did she die?

   It is hard for Fujin to convey any of these words, these feelings that she had observed in the other Glaives at the loss of her. The joy of Libertus at finding her again, well despite her injuries.

   So, how did she die?

   “…just, no.”

⇢ ❝ princess bride / ACCEPTING / @appointedescort

[lunaehymn]

@appointedescort  / this was going to be an ask but got too long.

     THE TWO ARE LEFT ALONE— but the hum of chatter from the other room keeps them aware. seamstresses had just finished up  h o u r s  of work; final measurements, hemming, securing... all the while, crowe remained sickeningly polite with those assisting her. maybe they found her glaive to be a delight, or perhaps they even fancied a woman in uniform. regardless, LUNAFREYA FELT AWFUL.

     even now, the oracle stood upon a small platform; white silk  adorned  a weak frame, tired from hours of being mindful not to accidentally elbow the flock around her. but as they dispersed, and the room grew silent, TENSION took it’s place.

      ❝ thank you... for joining me. ❞  while it was not required, and lunafreya knew crowe not to like these... WEDDING MATTERS; she was thankful nonetheless. never would she have been able to keep so many women entertained.  ❝ hopefully i am able to change once they return. ❞

[floweringeclipse]

get on my level kid and you can have some of the fucks :I

{ @appointedescort || x }

No, nonono no. No.

She doesn’t need any more fucks, she already has far too many. Gives out like, 80% of em at the time, it’s ridiculous. No thanks, Crowe, you can keep all your fucks.

[dreamrenewed]

“I think you broke my nose.”

Disney & Pixar Starters || accepting{ @appointedescort​ }

Ohgodsohgodsohgods--

Did he really--?!

With bated breath he sprints to her side, palms frantically reaching out to help her up from the ground but his touches are tentative and careful because he’s so afraid he may yet again harm her somehow. 

Great job, you klutz! comes the internal scolding, jaw clenched tight as he bares an apologetic grimace at his tutor. “I’m so, so sorry! Lemme... just--” then he sits back when he remembers he had pocketed a vial of curative this morning-- the least he can do is offer that to the glaive.

[yunafied-blog1]

She reaches out to gebtly tuck a strand of hair away from the former summomer's eyes, nimbly pulling a syelleblossom out from behind her ear and offers it to Yuna. Not quite a /magic/ magic trick but one she hopes still holds the same luster. "Remember me, won't you?"

Yuna couldn’t help but find she’d enjoyed her stay more than originally conceived, feeling as though there had been imparted something wonderful, something important. Maybe she could mull it over, but right now, saying her farewells to the Glaives came first. The young woman paused especially for Crowe, perking up and ducking her head shyly at the display of affection, a faint dusting of pink upon her cheeks. But when the brunette lifted her gaze, smiling at the magic trick, clapping her hands together. At what she said, Yuna took Crowe’s hands in hers, the Sylleblossom tucked away safely, mismatched eyes utterly sincere. “You know I never could, Altius-san. I just hope you’ll remember me, too, but people always do in the end. You never really forget.”

[lucemetspem-blog]

"I'm nocturnal. Kind of like a bat."

Random Starters ( accepting )@appointedescort

     ♔𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑎;;– ‘ That must be useful in a lot of situations, huh? ‘ He wished he were a little more Nocturnal. He usually conked out pretty early in the night, more or less because of himself being so used to sleeping at a decent time. That and he wasn’t sure if he’d get scolded for being up too late. Perspective, he supposed.

     ‘ Do you take a lot of nightly walks then? ‘

[leorugiet]

❛ we’re too far from help.

a softer world sentence starters.

“We’re supposed to be the one’s helping, not the helped.” He hissed. “Patch it up or ignore it. It’ll heal later.” Cor shifted lower against the floor, hand on the ground. “What can you cast?” He asked. “Anything useful?” He wiped his forehead, looking around, constantly checking both sides in case any Niffs came close.

[jjillekkot]

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send me a ‘★’ // @appointedescort

What the hecky honestly, you’re the true all star and I totally don’t deserve you v ///// v You’re always been so kind and considerate to me, always sending me literally the cutest things and putting in soooo much effort into me and our muses even though I’m literally dumb & slow, and I appreciate you so much. I would love to be able to talk to you more & hear you talk about your life, or Crowe, or our muses, or anything. I love hearing from you in the brief instances we do chat. 

[imnevergonnagiveyouup]

@appointedescort

   “I look like a clown in this, Crowe. Why do I have to have this on?” In all honesty he doesn’t even want to know what’s going to happen to his hair when the helmet comes off. He’s quick to shut his mouth a couple of moments after his inquiry however when those he’s come to assume be their foes draw closer. He’s not a master of stealth and disguise but he can pull his weight when necessary. Putting himself in motion when he’s at eyesight’s away, hiding behind the remains of a building that’s distances across from where Crowe is, lowering his stature to fully conceal himself. At this time he’s simply following her lead, she calls the shots in lands he’s less familiar about. “What now?” He holds his hands out after raising whatever it is that’s covering his eyes to speak to her.