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Dinner in Brigid | @jalokivirouva

Ferdinand had been in Brigid a week, and he’d been as delighted as he had been overwhelmed. Everything was so different from what he had already come to know in the different parts of Fodlan, from the language to the food to the air itself. He was learning so much in such a short time that it felt somewhat like being a child again, but he enjoyed every moment of it.

He came as a friend of Petra’s, but he also was an ambassador, so he suffered in his formals for two days before accepting a set of clothes in the Brigid style, which was much more suited to the humidity. He felt exposed without his layers, but for every joke about his pale, unadorned skin, there was also appreciation for his scars. That was how most of his conversations went, a dose of humility as well as connection.

He was due to sail back in two days time, and he was having another dinner with Petra and her family. He felt more nervous than usual, after sharing a quiet conversation with Petra’s grandfather, who also happened to be the King. Several people at the dinner were also giving him significant looks, which made him feel the itch to check that the piece of paper he’d tucked into his sash was still there.

He looked to Petra, who was sitting near him. “It truly has been a pleasure to see you in your element,” he said. “Your bearing is completely different.”

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@jalokivirouva​ said: 🌡

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🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

A stab, a slash, a wound, by itself does nothing to slow the wyvern knight down. They meant very little when it came to a war-torn battlefield. As long as there was breath in his lungs, as long as he had the resolve to persist. But the boundless exhaustion culminating inside him made him uncharacteristically reckless. The years of fighting through what felt like an endless war between the empire and the church had wore him down. 

He couldn’t even see the poison soaked arrow lodged inside his shoulder.

His vision blurred, his weight on his wyvern began to feel unbearably heavy. Ceartas sensed something was off about her partner, and before Seteth’s control fell with his consciousness, the wyvern landed on the ground. And not before long, the knight tumbled into the dirt, his consciousness gone. All he could remember was the sounds of battle dampened, his thoughts of his daughter’s safety stuck. Without him, who could protect her...? 

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After some time, Seteth awakened in a tent-like structure, his body laid on a table with bandages wrapped around his shoulder. His vision was still blurry, but he could make out a figure next to him, a green hue most noticeable. ❝ Flayn.... Flayn...! ❞ He reached out and sat upwards, the pain in his shoulder sharp. He made another attempt, only to be stopped by a worrying hand. 

❝ Are... Are you alright? ❞

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he hadn't planned to visit petra so soon in brigid, but he had the time and wanted to use the opportunity to get to know her home. brigid was... truly exotic, it explained a lot of things about how petra had been in the monastery. it was exciting and interesting to sylvain, light blue orbs watching the waves move towards the shore. to go bathing with the queen... well, he had never thought that was possible at all, but petra always managed to surprise him. to stay the night in a hut was something he had never done before, but it was big and very comfortable. sylvain wouldn't mind spending a night here, but he was kind of confused about his sleeping place. there was only one big bed?

petra perhaps had different things in mind, he noted silently when she massaged his back. he hadn’t even noticed how tense he was until her hands moved further south along his chest and abs. he bit down on his bottom lip, when he felt the woman’s breath ghosting over his ear, lips touching the cold skin of his nape. “ it’s one thing to receive a massage from royalty personally, but kisses? “ he joked in a low murmur, eyes following her hands.

he may have thought she’d stop there, but wow, that tongue running along his skin felt like a hot trail of fire and he had to swallow hard. “ you should stop now, if you don’t want for me to make some cute heirs with you. “ sylvain certainly wasn’t shy, hand grabbing one of hers to put it on top of the still rather small bulge in his shorts. “ now what do you say, my queen? “

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@jalokivirouva​ || Continued from here ♥

          It had been a long morning spent in his own office. There had been many documents to sort through regarding both Fódlan, Brigid, and even Dagda. So it had been a delight to get outside, stretch his legs, and find Petra. Discovering her sleeping peacefully on a hammock only for her to stir as he approached was almost too much for his heart. He felt like a lowly commoner meeting the queen for the first time after hearing tales of her since childhood. Awe settled in his chest even with the papers scattered across her lap and the sleepiness that lingered in her eyes as she tried to blink herself back to consciousness.

          “It is not flattery. I am only speaking the truth, my butterfly.” A beaming smile sits on his lips as he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead before he moves to take a seat on one of the nearby stone benches. It’s rather uncomfortable after sitting at his desk for so long, but the sight of Petra washes away the slight pain in his tailbone. “I hope I am assuming correctly that you had a nice nap?”

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@jalokivirouva  said:

//That's why you S support him and the next play through unlock the A support with renown <3

hahaha i was one of those wild folks who requited  EVERYBODY  my first playthrough  ...  idk how i did it  ...  so many recruitment guides  ...   so many gifts  ...  academy phase took me forever  ...  now when i play i leave most of them for the Drama 

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jalokivirouva replied to your post: i’m sorry if this seems dumb but i’m just trying...

My biggest thing is criticism is great and awesome. But there is a lot of hypocrisy. They criticize what one organization does, while ignoring what others do as well. It’s like getting on the church for their isolationism and that breeding racism, while ignoring what the Empire does with Brigid.

i think there’s bad writing in all three routes. i’m playing the golden deer route right now, which is supposed to be the “down with racism” plot and is one of the favorites, and i still think they way they handle POC is shit. i don’t like people saying that talking about stuff like this is negative or wrong, and i just feel like people shouldn’t try to defend the shitty aspects of any route. there’s bad writing all around. there’s no “superior” route. but some concepts are as a whole problematic and even if they include someone’s fave people can’t attack those who address that.

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@jalokivirouva  /  fe3h sc.  ft.  LYSITHEA VON ORDELIA

            “  i took for granted, all the times that i thought would last somehow . . .  ”

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jalokivirouva said: ‘ can i ask you something? ’ Flayn to Manuela?

question starters   //   accepting

        manuela finds it a bit ... shocking at first , when flayn speaks to her.  what questions could she have for her ? medical perhaps ... she wonders for a moment if seteth had sent her ... but she thinks , perhaps , he’d much rather flayn not be around her. maybe. in truth , manuela didn’t really know how her brother felt about her besides every near lecture she’s gotten from him.

        she smiles , though , once the shock quickly wore off as she gives a nod to the other. 

        “ of course , flayn , what is it ? “

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ingrid would have slapped him to the next planet, but petra... he had tried, he told himself. " that was my way of telling you that i wanted to kiss you, with tongue and all. maybe i should have worded it differently. i wanted it to sound like... dirty, y'know.  put your tongue in my mouth, so we can make out and stuff. "

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It had been the first time Ignis had joined forces with Iris in that world of darkness. She was like a sister to him and Prompto because they were like Gladio’s brothers, so he felt bad for not seeing her more in the past months. However, Ignis had spent most of his time training, both in fighting and cooking, so he could do exactly like before. He was still Noctis’ advisor, and while the king wasn’t around, it was really important for him to keep being USEFUL. The entire people of Lucis needed him more than ever, and he just couldn’t abandon her.

They were seating next to each other around a campfire. They had eaten something simple, some chicken. It wasn’t as they could really CHOOSE what they ate nowadays. For Ignis, the entire world was dark, but it was the same for everyone, not because he was blind. It felt depressing, but on the other hand, he wanted to help more than anything else.

“You did great today when we were facing daemons, Iris. Do you know which kind of weapon you’d like to favor ?” He asked, talking gently. 

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Ferdinand was swamped with work. He had only been in Enbarr for a couple of days, and even with retainers the work had piled up while he was back attending to his own estate. He could pass the Aegir territory onto a minor noble and make Enbarr the home of the Aegir family, but he felt attached to where he grew up, and land that still needed so much time to recover felt like a poor gift. He was used to his father travelling frequently between Aegir and Enbarr, anyway. He would find out how to delegate more of the city’s governance soon enough.

For the time being, he was still swimming in paperwork, however. He was almost done with reading over final decrees that only needed his signature when a servant arrived.

“Your Grace, the Princess of Brigid has arrived,” they said. “She is being taken to the conservatory as you requested.”

“Ah, thank you,” Ferdinand said, standing up. He could finish the last few signatures before leaving his desk, he knew, but he had a feeling that he would not be able to focus for much longer, especially knowing he had a guest.

[cichole]

@jalokivirouva​ said: Flayn // What's this about a bunny costume, brother?

Oh no. 

❝ Hmm? How do you mean? ❞ 

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@jalokivirouva​​ »  💤 // Petra to Sylvain | touch starved meme | no longer accepting

💤 - Cuddle up to my muse

he may have been charming, cool and strong, but for someone like him to end up in the same bed as a queen of a foreign country... even someone as conceited as sylvain wouldn't have thought of that. the last years however truly turned his life around, so much he'd find himself travelling across borders just to find petra again. the days at the beach were plenty satisfying, he mused silently to himself, already lying on petra's bed as he stared at the ceiling. what was going to become of him now? would he return to his home town? he didn't truly want to, but he had to face a steady life sooner or later, besides... he did miss his friends. 

when petra surfaced from the bathroom, he gave her a small smile. he moved to the side of the bed, making some space for her. to his surprise she immediately snuggled up to him. " and here i really thought the queen wanted to make some babies tonight, " he joked, hand reaching down to cover both of them with the blanket.

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@jalokivirouva​ (Petra) || ☼

          “Ah, Petra! You have impeccable timing as always. Would you perhaps care to join me for a ride into town?”

[aethele]

@jalokivirouva​  //  little women :

“ i miss everything. “ // Petra

❝   i cannot imagine.   ❞   though his frown,   nearly a pout in the middle,   chimes with a certain familiarity.   of course he has felt the pangs of homesickness:   a longing for the sprawling hills of aegir,   the fantastic and ancient city of enbarr.   the bustle of the capital marketplace would be a welcome aria to the clashing steel and ghastly throes of war.   even the irritating hourly trumpets of the palace guards is favorable to the blaring trumpets heralding battle.  

but it is not comparable,   he knows that.   he pares a sigh that turns to a whistle at the tail end;   he would be miserable so far from home for so long,   how poorly he can bear even the  few years. 

❝   i miss aegir and enbarr dreadfully,   but they are not an ocean away like the brigid archipelago is.   i wager you are quite eager to return;   of course,   we will all miss  you  dreadfully,   when you do.   ❞ 

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                                  “ Ah! Annette! I’ve been looking all                                     over  for  you.   Where  have  you                                     been? ”

                           Ashe looked at his former classmate curiously                     peering  over  slightly  in  wonder.  It’s  not  like  he                      expected to see her often, but more often then not                     he would catch a glimpse  of  her  as he wandered                      around  doing  his  own   daily  errands.  This  time                      around no such  thing  happened,  so  he  couldn’t                     help the concern that over took him.       

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