#cornelianlute

[ednaeflowers]

@cornelianlute

❛  it's time for edna's training camp on how to deal with dum-dums. first, practice your whacking at least 10 times. your weapon isn't an umbrella, so i'll be nice and lower it down to 5. hold it high up, then swing with all your momentum.  ❜

[prideofcornelia]

@cornelianlute ♡'d for a starter!

now this was a mess. a disaster of epic proportions & the evidence all pointed to her. it wasn't her fault that she spilled pink glitter across important scrolls. she tried to clean it up! delicate hands blotted at the soaked parchment, sparkles staining fingers & getting underneath her nail bed. the vial of glitter was knocked aside, glass shards shimmering in a prism of colors. she flinched at the sound of footsteps approaching & threw her stained hands up in defense. ❝ i am not the one! ❞ diana shrieked nonsensically.

[paragonofvirtue]

🍔🥤for sophia!

Sophia was in town, enjoying her lunch. When some commotion down the street gained her attention. The commotion didn't last long however, so she went back to her food and drink. Only to find that her lunch had 'grown legs'.

"Hey, where did my lunch go?!" She said, clearly frustrated. Glancing around but didn't see anyone who had it in her immediate surroundings.

[themxtleycrew]

❝ when night draws her tenebrous curtain across the sky, i come here. ❞

[[Skyward Sword starters]]

She couldn't sleep, she had nightmares some nights, reliving horrors from repeated 2000 year cycles. In most cases, she had sleep aids, but some nights were bad, really bad. Some nights Neon awoke in a cold sweat, other nights, she'd incinerated her bed unintentionally. The worse nights were when the entire room was on fire. Unable to sleep, she would wander, venturing through the castle, occasionally waving to some of the guards.

In these late hours, the silent halls soon began to echo with a familiar sound. A lute. In need of a distraction from her dark thoughts, Neon followed the siren song of the instrument, eventually finding Princess Sarah in one of the castle gardens, illuminated by the moon and what few lamps lined the walkways. The playing stopped when the white clad princess noticed the void knight and greeted her.

"I... I can see why." Neon blinked and blurted out her response. "It's... very 'picturesque', almost like a scene from a fairytale."

"Could you... play some more?" She asked, softly, she felt awkward making a request of the princess like that.

There was just something soothing about listening to her song.

[sanguinesocierie]

@cornelianlute   :   🙇‍♀️   if   it's   not   too   late   🙇‍♀️   META   +   darkness   or   garland

never   too   late   for   you   syd   !!   never   ever   !! 

well.   asking   the   REAL   questions   i   see.   fina   IS   the   darkness   &   shaped   &   molded   from   it.   even   the   fact   that   she   remains   princess   sarah's   eternal   shadow,   both   figuratively   &   literally.   she   is   outright   allergic   to   any   form   of   light   —   she's   not   going   to   disintegrate   like   some   cartoon   witch   but   that   incessant   brightness,   goodness   &   the   like   …   irritates   her   beyond   belief.   in   fact,   any   form   of   contact   with   the   warriors   of   light   is   more   than   enough   for   her   to   finally   unleash   her   fury   &   reveal   the   crueler   parts   of   her   personality   openly. 

the   topic   of   garland   …   ooh   boy,   this   is   where   things   get   complicated.   fina   is   in   love   with   the   entity   of   chaos   itself;   created   &   born   with   the   immediate   desire   to   love   &   be   loved   BY   him.   this   of   course   would   include   garland   himself,   though   at   first   she   expresses   some   hesitation.   the   man   &   deity   were   two   separate   concepts   to   her   &   while   pledging   her   fealty   to   garland,   fina   was   growing   impatient.   initially,   at   least.   soon,   her   feelings   actually   become   genuine.   no   longer   the   blind   fanatic   desperately   wanting   the   attention   of   a   god   but   instead,   a   truly   passionate   love   that   causes   her   some   concern   about   the   path   he's   headed.   granted,   she   still   wants   him   to   achieve   his   goals   but   …   yeah. 

[faeaurore]

@cornelianlute   :   this   is   my   last   chance   to   find   a   match   on   my   own  accord.   if   i   don’t,   the   king   will   do   it   for   me   &   i   would   rather   not.   |𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋     𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒     𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

❝   your   father   would   force   you   to   marry   ?   ❞   something   about   that   unsettled   aurora,   a   frown   etched   into   her   expression.   her   hand   reached   out   to   gently   touch   her   friend's   hand,   sapphire-violet   hues   bleeding   with   sympathy.   she   never   knew   king   cornelia   to   be   so   forceful   &   demanding   ;   was   sarah's   choice,   her   freedom   not   enough   ?   the   price   of   nobility   meant   to   appease   &   give   your   life   for   your   home.   she   supposed   marriage   was   the   most   common   way   for   a   princess.   in   the   forest,   aurora,   nay   …   briar   rose   held   position   of   queen.   her   human   blood   was   blessed   by   faeries   &   so,   she   was   not   too   accustomed   to   the   dabblings   of   outsiders. 

a   thought   suddenly   came   to   mind.

❝   i   doubt   you'd   find   anyone   good   here   …   what   about   prince   lucis   ?   ❞   her   lips   spread   into   a   teasing   smile,   amusement   making   the   corners   twitch.    

[ednaeflowers]

Okay, so … Edna has to deal with a djinn and crazy tornadoes first before even rescuing the next princess? How troublesome … She sighs, accepting the ring being given to her. Staring at it, she asks Sarah, ❝  How do I activate it? Or can I just throw it at the djinn’s eyes?  ❞ If Edna needs to deal with a djinn first, then she might as well deal with it properly. ( Meebo would disagree, so it’s good he’s not in here right now. Edna is a witch, not a girl scout. ) 

The gingerbread man in question actually had not told her his name, so Edna can’t really confirm if he goes by ‘Sir Garland’ or not, but it seems that she guessed correctly about the curse——though, upon hearing of Sarah’s mother, a part of Edna feels melancholic and solemn. Even a princess has her own fair share of family worries … She exhales. ❝  Should I try to find your mom before going to Sasune?  ❞ She asks this not as a witch trying to defeat the Lord of Calamity, but as a younger sister who is still finding her own brother. Edna understands loss of family. Not that Sarah needs to know that. ❝  Challenge?  ❞ Edna squints at her. ❝  He must be old news by now because this is the first time I’m hearing about him. They say that the Shepherd has been dead for a while, so if anything, ‘Sir Garland’ can make himself useful by going after the Lord of Calamity instead.  ❞ She’s now rolling her eyes. ❝  Sure Meebo is tagging along, but it’s me who’s doing all the work. It’s tiring for a delicate girl to do so much work on her own, so having another person to do the fighting will surely help.  ❞

A finger comes to rest on her chin as she looks off into the distance, thinking to herself. Where was it again? Her sister's knight, Sir Ingus, had told her and her sister of the legend a long time ago, but she was struggling to recall the details. The most she could remember was something about a cave… Oh! And the creature that dwelled within. “Sir Ingus once told us about a cave it had once been sealed in, but a djinn had taken up residence shortly before the curse fell upon us all. I believe it should be there. And you'll need this.” She takes the silver ring off her finger and hands it to Edna. “It is a mythril ring. My sister has an identical one, but it is the djinn's only weakness. You'll need it when you go.”

A vague recollection dances across her mind of the soldier that her companion spoke of. It was odd, but Sarah knew exactly who Edna had spoken to. It had been a very long time since she'd seen him - right before the two sisters had been separated. Looking in the distance, Sarah’s eyes glaze over as her mind drifts back towards those events. Their family had been ripped a part then too. Their mother, Jayne, resided with Sarah in Cornelia while their father resided with Sara in Sasune. One day they would be reunited… One day, she had to believe. “Oh… Sir Garland informed you then… I haven't seen him in so long, but… yes. That's the curse I speak of. Our parents were separated too. Mother is here with me, but I haven't seen her since the darkness came.” Her eyes grow wide suddenly. “I am surprised he did not challenge you to a fight. I did hear whispers about a solitary knight seeking battle with anyone to hone his skills to go against the Lord of Calamity and the Shepherd over Sasune's and Cornelia's sacrifice.”

[etrosdiivinesavior]

+ Lightning has entered @cornelianlute 's kingdom!

──♘ When Lightning had sat upon Etro's throne, she had EXPECTED to fall into a deep crystal slumber... but that wasn't the case. The rose haired knight had woken up in an unfamiliar town and as she walked down the streets, her HEELS clicking upon the cobblestone, she realized just how OUT OF PLACE she was. Her metal armored made noise as she walked, the long white feathered skirt she had off to the side SWAYED, occasionally leaving a feather. Eventually, she knew she couldn't just wander AIMLESSLY, at least not without knowing where she was. "Excuse me," Lightning lowly began speaking to the first person she came across. "Where am I?"

[tribaloflight]

((So I know I've been even more quiet than usual recently. It's because I've been binging Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth for about the past week. I finally finished it today. Great story btw, and now I'll actually get to work trying to be on here. I know I have one thing in the inbox for @cornelianlute so I'll be getting to that soon and trying to reach out to others for more interactions.

Thank you for your patience.))

[ednaeflowers]

@cornelianlute : "You love someone, too? Tell me /all/ about him! I must know more! Are you two the perfect match?"

Someone that she...?

❛  ...  ❜ She quietly averts her eyes.

For a long, long time, she has always been used to being on her own: Edna was fine with only Onii-chan in her life. As long as she still had him, she didn't care about anyone else. He raised her and influenced her whole life, and it was only natural that she loves her brother; that she cherishes their two-person family—it was always just. It was the only kind of love she knew; the only kind that she needed. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.

But somehow, Meebo happened.

She doesn't know the hows and whys: their story never really started until after their journey was over and Mee— Mikleo was left behind, waiting all on his own, just like Edna. Edna is always waiting, even if Onii-chan is gone forever—and Mikleo still waits too, just for his best friend to come back from that seemingly endless slumber of his. She doesn't know when their story began, because it had probably already started without either of them knowing. He was already bottling things up, just like now, and she was already entrusting him with her secrets, just like now; she was already crying in front of him, and he was already trying to be the wave guiding her back to shore. She was already lonely, and so was he, and that's how began the routine of him paying her visits every so often.

It was a new 'normal' for her, so it never occurred to her that something more could happen between them outside this lapse of mutual understanding and waiting they share. It's an entirely different feeling with him, which she found odd. The boundary line was always a blur whenever he visited her—and it means something to her to be able to cry in front of him without her face being shielded. It means something to her to have someone else who can also understand the pain of waiting. Both of them take care of her, but Meebo isn't Onii-chan; the two can never be reconciled. Onii-chan will always be her brother, but it is harder to classify Mikleo.

Still.

Still: there is a reason why she feels this way only with him. Still: there is a reason why she willingly told him her true name. Still: there is a reason why she kissed him back—

❛  ...M-Mind your own business,  ❜ she mutters, scowling as she opens up her umbrella to hide her face behind. Her cheeks feel hot. She hates this very much. She hates him. Earth and water clash, not match! And it's his fault that she's being interrogated like this! She hates him, she hates him, she hates him, she hates him— ❛  All you need to know is that he's the world's biggest dummy. End of story.  ❜

She hates that she doesn't hate him.

❛  ...But I guess he isn't the worst one out there,  ❜ she murmurs, already scurrying away to escape.

She owes him a lot, actually. He is always taking care of her, and she cannot hate him no matter how much of a dummy he's being; no matter how much she tries. After all, she told him her true name. She doesn't like making decisions to regret. This lute princess can handle a few omitted details because Edna has no intentions of telling her any of this. No. Never. She does not need to be ganged up on, and that's final!

Stupid Meebo, she thinks, frowning, because it is still his fault that Miss Lute Whacker just had to ask about them. He's getting a whack next time she sees him.

[paragonofvirtue]

“You’re amazing—you know that?” for sophia!

Sophia looked to the princess, and smiled at the compliment. "I do my best, but I'm not as amazing as you. Your highness." She replied, appreciative of how much Sarah thought of her, but had too much respect for the princess to not see them in a higher regard.

[miphasinori]

"Were you not once a knight with someone you must - forgive me, someone you wished to protect?"

                                                                |_ for @cornelianlute 

[rcseaurum]

sympathy pulls at rosa's lovely visage, gaze tender towards the princess's plight. recovery from such trauma would take time & she was felt great guilt for startling sarah so. affection was readily available if the young woman needed it. for now, rosa would do her best to distract & put her troubled mind at ease with other matters. ❝ ever a thorn at your side ... he wishes to discuss your marriage prospects.❞ the words came smoothly, a blonde brow twitched in mild irritation on sarah's behalf. the chancellor was a good man but ambitious, seeking opportunities at all turns with the blessing of king cornelia. ❝ there's something of a scolding awaiting you, yes ... & i am sorry.❞

a sudden pressure on her shoulder causes the princess to jump ever so slightly and she nearly drops the item she was holding. her hands slightly wet with perspiration, she licks her lips and turns around. oh. it was just lady rosa. a sigh escapes her and she's relieved. some wounds never really did heal all the way. "he is? whatever for?" the chancellor spent more time with her parents, it was true. sometimes she and her younger sister took lessons from him, yes, but it wasn't often. tugging on a strand of her hair, she continues, "you do not suppose he wishes to scold me, do you, lady rosa?"

[sanguinesocierie]

@cornelianlute   asked   :   “   are   you   going   to   kill   me?   ”   //   this   one   jumped   out   at   me   ,   enjee   !!

sweet   little   lamb   …   the   desire   to   have   claws   wrapped   around   your   ivory   neck,   thumbs   crushing   at   your   windpipe   was   overpowering.   to   witness   a   halcyon   light   be   snuffed   out,   delight   reverberating   in   her   soul's   core.   fina   was   a   shadow   who   wanted   to   shatter   her   perfect   mirror;   light   refracted   in   shards   that   always   cut,   CUT   &   cut   into   her   flesh.   seeing   the   princess,   envious   of   how   beloved   she   was   to   people.   the   maiden   resided   within   his   heart,   &   sarah   would   never   think   of   relinquishing   him   from   her   hold.   did   she   not   have   everything?   why   was   she   so   ungrateful   &   frightened   to   be   taken   away   to   the   shrine?   if   fina   were   in   her   position,   she'd   have   submitted   &   succumbed   to   love.   a   sweet   smile   painted   across   the   canvas   of   perfect   features,   the   witch   leaning   close   to   the   princess's   lovely   face. 

what   beauty   …   what   sweetness   …   if   she   kissed   her,   would   she   understand   why   he   was   infatuated? 

❝   if   i   wanted   to   kill   you   …   i'd   have   done   so   already.❞   fina   purred,   lips   against   the   shell   of   sarah's   ear.    ❝be   grateful   that   his   affections   are   with   you   …   ❞ 

[sanctiichor]

@cornelianlute​ asked : 💚 | Send 💚 To Hug my muse!

When the Warrior had returned from his trip, he was met with the sight of her Highness running towards him, joy written upon her fair face as she exclaimed her relief and happiness at his return, he greets her with a smile and goes to meet her--however, what he doesn’t expect was for her to throw her arms around his middle, embracing the Warrior of Light with such affection and joy as her fair frame fitted just perfectly within his embrace, the sweet scent of her perfume invading his senses and the closeness of her in general throwing him into overdrive. 

The force of her collision with him had him take a few steps back, the Warrior’s arms raised above his head for the sake of balance but perhaps also in part if he was even allowed to embrace her Highness back. 

He thanks the gods above that he was wearing his armor, les her Highness would wound up feeling how rapidly his heart was beating at their closeness, even now, he could feel a warm flush making it’s way to his cheeks, his stoic façade seemingly melted away almost instantly in the light of her very presence-- 

“ Your Highness...? “ he began, if a little weakly, surprise still coloring his visage all the way down to his voice...what should he do? Should he hug her back? Should he push her away? His mind was going a million miles per second but he supposed he didn’t have to wait long, for the Princess decided for him and pulled back almost immediately ... he’s not sure if there was a way to be even more surprised than he already was, for Princess Sarah’s cheek too were dyed a rosy hue and apologizes were falling from her lips at rapid speeds, he could hardly process them as she spoke. 

Then again, he was hardly listening...for the sound of his beating heart was echoing in his ears and mind as he tried to process these feelings...feelings that he had felt for quite sometime, ever since he had come to call Cornelia home...spending time with the Princess, talking to her, seeing her beyond just a royal...but as her, as...Sarah. 

The way her eyes were lit with such joy upon seeing him, the way she threw her arms around him and the way just being with her made butterflies nearly burst from within the caverns of his very being...he...he can’t quite name them yet but...these feelings--

They made him...happy. 

With that thought, he feels the nervousness that had plagued him earlier fade and give sway to a soft, burning fondness and affection and with newfound bravery; the Warrior approaches Princess Sarah, who is still flustered and giving apologies that came to a halt when the knight placed his hands upon her small shoulders, causing her to look up and lock gazes with the Warrior of Light. 

Upon his lips was a soft smile, kind and even...sweet, affectionate even as they stood there for that moment, like time had stopped for them and only made it seemed like it was only them in this vast universe--

Then...he embraced her. 

Carefully does the Warrior bring the Princess to him, his arms coming round her fair frame sweetly and warmly...one hand settled upon her lovely hair and the other to her back as he tugged her closer, once more feeling how she simply fit against his towering frame and he all but held her like she was the most precious thing in all the land. 

And to him...she was. 

Though his helm hindered him just some, the Warrior nonetheless leaned his head against Sarah’s , to whisper to her--

“ I’m home...” 

Home...to her. 

[prideofcornelia-archive]

@cornelianlute ♡'d for as starter! 

perhaps it was rather unladylike but she really couldn’t stifle that jaw cracking yawn. she was tired & yes, that was her fault. staying up late, nose buried in tomes with torchlight as her only source of illumination. it was for a good cause ( she’d lie & say as much to her parents when the morning came ) but now, trying to follow sarah’s current instruction... diana had no clue what was going on anymore.