#justicespeared

[deathsdue]

Minerva. His eyes welled with unshed tears. She had looked after him for so long in his mother's stead and this was how he repaid her. He turned his head to see her sitting nearby, eyes trained on the pair of them as if listening to their conversation.

Somehow, he had become a burden to both of them. It was good that his parents weren't around so that he couldn't burden them as well.

Yet, it was a relief to hear her words all the same. He hated having to rely on her but the truth was that he needed that right now. He did not want to be alone.

Beneath the sun's harsh light and Cynthia's worried gaze, Gerome knew he had been in a bad spot only moments before. More than bad. He had never let his darkness pull him into a rip tide like that, and he was suddenly not eager to close the curtain again. How long could he ignore it? Was it even possible to? Even now...

After a moment's pause, Gerome nodded to her words.

"Wherever you go Cynthia, I will follow." She would get no push back on this.

before it all began

[clairatgarregmach]

cc'd in

a non-mission board thread feat. justicespeared

[verseandrhyme]

“Hey- Oh wait, I remember you!” Yes, from Cynthia’s last weird scheme: flower fortunes. She can still remember that flower coming apart in her hands. Wait, Cynthia, focus! Ah, at this rate, she’ll never hand out all these fliers for the maid café. “Take this - and come to our Maid Café! We’ve got all kinds of cuties ready to serve you!”

"And I you, in turn." Though she is quite certain that the girl had never mentioned being a maid before, nor was she wearing such attire when last they met.

It does not bother Mitama. She gives the outfit a brief glance, then returns her attention to Cynthia's face. Corrin had their own retinue of maids and butlers throughout the war, including Mitama's own friends, so the outfit was something she had grown used to over time. If anything, she merely noted that Cynthia's looked less sturdy than theirs head. Surely not something meant to be worn in battle.

"Oh, thank you." She takes the pamphlet and glances it over. Maid cafe...was that meant to be some sort of novelty? She had never been to one before. She wondered what exactly the maids being cuties had to do with it.

She looks back to Cynthia, head cocked slightly to the side with a slight smile. "Are you numbered amongst those cuties? I would be delighted by your company, even without the serving."

Alright, that is enough teasing for now. Mitama laughs softly and nods. "Thank you for the invitation, I will keep it in mind. Good luck with your advertising."

[taguelbunnyboy]

“Hey hey, come to the Maid Café!” Cynthia yells at any passers by. She’s wearing a cute little maid dress, poofy and frilly, and goes down to her knees. She’s shoving fliers into the hands of anyone who will listen. “Hey- oh! Yarne!” She grins at her friend. “Here, take this and come to our Maid Café. We’ve got cute people of all ages dressed up and ready to serve you.”

"Wha - Cynthia!"

He... can't help himself - he does chuckle a little at seeing his heroic friend dressed so... cutesy.

Definitely pulled off the look better than he did.

Compared to Forde? ...Yarne'll get back to you on that.

"I... funny story - I already went and... served there? I mean, I'll definitely go again - especially since you're recommending it, I never really ate there, just did the services..."

He still had the dress hung up in his dormroom - even if he rarely if ever got much from there, it was still there. Along with a bunch of other trinkets he's picked up in his time at the monastery.

"Or... maybe we could handle a shift together sometime? I... imagine the hustle of it all would be a lot easier next time with someone like you on the staff..."

Sighing, Yarne runs a hand along his uniform pants - even these didn't fit right. At least he had his armor on over them.

"I-if you want, of course."

Cynthia was a good friend - who better to protect a taguel than a heroine? It was like the stories Panne used to tell.

Although a lot less about giant monsters trying to kill them all.

[deathsdue]

🎄 oh nooooo not an excuse to kiss Gerome just how will she live 😗😗😗😗

send 🎄for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe !!

Cynthia had made sure that he knew what a mistletoe was. There would be no missed opportunities here, no awkward pauses as she waited for him to take a hint. To take part in a simple, fun tradition as a couple, something they never would have gotten to do in their future.

There was so much he wished he could give her and so little that he thought he could. She'd tell him she was only asking for him, but he didn't think even he was enough. However,

Perhaps he was a bit eager, and nervous, but he didn't think Cynthia would mind. She'd already seen him at his worst anyway.

Seeing the countless sprigs hung up across the monastery gave Gerome an idea. The first chance he got, he pulled her to one that hung just outside an archway. There was no being coy, no hiding what he was doing, he simply tugged her over to the mistletoe and kissed her.

Then he took her hand and started toward the next one. This one was near the dorms and here he did the same, pulling her to him and kissing her. They were chaste kisses, but he held them for as long as his wildly beating heart dared.

It was on their way to the third one that Cynthia asked what he was doing, and all Gerome said was, "I'm making up for all the years we didn't have together."

[realmsprotector]

♡ teehee :3c

Cynthia! You had another son!

-Meet Alexandre ! Cynthia wanted a heroic name for him and Alexander was already taken, so they cheated.

-Once, as a kid, he asked his parents what weapons they used, both of course replied a lance! So he decided he'd be an axe wielder because there are too many lances in this household.

-He's a twink tho, so he has to train and practice a lot to be able to lift the axe he chose! Time to ask Aunty Lissa how she does it.

-The Geoffrey Genes were strong in that one too, but! He inherited Sumia's eyes! And his affinity with flower reading, not that he does it often, but when he's bored, it helps pass the time.

-What he didn't inherit from parents or grand parents, is his fear of anything with four legs. He will never be a cavalier, he will stay as a foot soldier, thank you very much. Ironically enough, pegasi ADORE him. They often chew on his hair while he's frozen in place.

-Hyperactive, he never stops. Never. Even Cynthia gets tired trying to follow, sometimes. But when he crashes? He crashes. Will always have a good 8 hours sleep and be back full force the day after!!

-Seriously, only horses and pegasi can stop him from running and jumping around non stop.

-He still doesn't know what he wants to do in life, but that's okay, he still has time! However he does like going on adventures and helping people, so, that's something to think about.

-He keeps a part of his hair longer (he prefers it short) for Cynthia to braid, he likes that little activity between mother and son, he even lets her put ribbons and stuff on said braid (but just the braid, leave the rest of his hair alone!) if she wants.

-Loves his parents dearly, would die for them!!!! (Please don't.)

[cutestrival]

Cynthia knocks on her door. "Heyyyy!! Do you wanna join the justice cabal? It'll be so cool and fun! You could finally be a hero instead of a supervillain!"

"The...?" But Selena's words fail her. Composing herself, thoughts spinning through her head, she only snorts,

"You've gotta be joking!" A pause. "Since YOU'RE asking me though, sure."

[senerist]

🎄 - subjecting him to more horrors. softsmile

mistletoe mishaps || accepting all month

It really was only a matter of time before the logistics of this mistletoe-based purgatory became muddied in gray morals. The ratio of students to teachers is huge, so soren supposes he's been lucky that it's taken this long for one of his students to meet him under the mistletoe.

Lucky... Oh, he severely hopes it has nothing to do with all of the kissing that's happened before now.

he sighs. The girl is clearly expecting something, though she doesn't seem to know if it'll be good or bad. he decides a compromise is in order.

soren gently takes her hand and presses a chaste kiss to the back of her hand.

"Be more careful, Cynthia," he chides. "Won't that man of yours get jealous if you get caught under too many of these?"

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ - @justicespeared asked:

[Spaghetti and Meatball ] "Huh? What the..." Cynthia looks down at the dish. "Who serves a dish with one lousy meatball!" She pokes at it with a fork distastefully. She's hungry! She doesn't want just one meatball. She turns to her companion. "Is your dish as lousy as mine?"

Though she was seldom one to complain, Corrin had been wondering the same. It takes a quick surveying of the other plates arranged on the serving table to realize that no, they are not the only ones in such a predicament.

"It would seem so..." Her brows pinch, fascinated. Never before has she seen such a modest serving. Though she is hardly too upset by it, the other seems to be. Corrin holds her plate out.

"Take mine, then! It's hardly much more, but it's better than one."

[dawnswhitestar]

[ Trip ]

"Woah, wait-!" It's like Cynthia's legs have become noodles and, somehow, she manages to kick Kamui's legs out from under him. Desperate, she tries to keep him upright, but ends up tumbling down with him. She lands heavily on top of him. She's going to die. This is how she dies.

"Sorry, I-" She scrambles to sit up. "This is embarrassing. I have no coordination and-" She practically throws her brooch at him. "Here, people are collecting these, right? So! Here!"

“Whoa-!”

As he hit the ground with a thud, he was stunned for a moment, a surprised expression on his face. How was he supposed to react to something like this? They were having a good time dancing, and then a moment later he got hit in the legs and now he’s on the floor.

It wasn’t until there was another thud of Cynthia going down with him, that his mind finally caught up. “Pfft.. ahahahahaha!” He couldn’t help but laugh. Not at Cynthia, but at himself and the situation. He was used to clumsy antics, but this was a new one.

“Haha.. don’t worry about it.” After the laughter died down, he spoke to reassure the girl. Standing back up, he handed her a feather off his brooch in return. “How about we try again? Would be a shame to cut the dance short, don’t you think?”

[amitieos]

[Pomegranate ]

Cynthia stares down at the bowl of... red dots. What is she supposed to do with these? Eat them one at a time? A mouthful of them? Nah, no way, she's not dealing with this. She turns to her companion. "Hey, how about we swap? You can get my black feather brooch and my, uh... this, for your brooch and whatever you're eating?"

"Oh, do you not like them? I've already eaten one of the buns but you're more than welcome to take the other two," Elincia hands her plate of sweet buns, eagerly anticipating the ruby red pomegranate seeds. Perhaps she could find some way to sneak these out of the ballroom. "My pegasus simply adores pomegranate seeds! He'll be ever so grateful."

"I'd be thrilled to swap trinkets," Elincia giggles lightly, taking the proffered feather in hand, "we have the same accessory, yet somehow this one feels far more precious than my own. Thank you."

[firelles]

[ Fireflies ]

Céline is gorgeous. Cynthia can't help but admire her in her green gown, her long flowing hair, the jewels in her hair-

Wait. Those aren't jewels. Cynthia squints, and she notices the 'jewels' are moving. They're caught in her hair. Uh oh. Cynthia approaches her very, veeeery slowly.

"Hey, don't move, but you have a thousand fireflies in your hair," Cynthia tells her with a grimace.

She has been enjoying observing the occasional firefly flutter past green hues, lighting her path with their everlasting glow. Céline finds herself lost in the moment; she knows not how long she has been watching.

That is hardly to say she wants them within her long blonde hair. And so many? How could she possibly not notice? Perhaps she has been too distracted by the luscious life her eyes have been glued upon. Regardless, her expression begins to widen.

Cynthia says not to move and Céline believes as much to be true, but her body reacts first. "Are you certain..?! That cannot be..!" It is too late. She raises a hand to hover atop her head, finding herself twirling in place far too long. If she were not so distracted, the pink tint atop her cheeks would yield embarrassment.

[verseandrhyme]

Now this is a proposition that catches Mitama's attention.

Attempting to divine the future is not a practice she is unfamiliar with. As many hundreds of years that people have been alive, there have been as many attempts to read what fate's fickle path has in store for people. Reading tea leaves. Reading palms. Tracking the stars. Rituals and prayers. Every way imaginable, people have attempted to find their footing in the plans that the gods prepared for them.

She has never heard of flower fortunes before. How self-assured the girl seems, smiling brightly and encouraging her to pry free her questions for fate. Such shining light reminds her of more familiar faces. Mitama raises a hand to her lips to hide the growing smile behind it.

"Tempting...though I find attempting to predict the turn of battle leaves one too prone to underestimating the will of their foes." Mock battles do not interest her, and there is no passion to stir her heart worth inquiring about at this time.

Mitama glances upwards to meet the other girl's eyes, then drops her gaze to the flowers. "Hmm...Let us start with a simple question, shall we? Just to give the flowers a chance to practice."

She crosses her arms, and though her expression remains politely amused, she is curious. "...might there be any chance of him staying close in the near future?"

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

( actions speak louder than words ; accepting )

It’s a warm, sunny day. There are flowers growing in all the grassy areas of Garreg Mach; wildflowers, most likely. Cynthia isn’t good at identifying flowers, but she does know which ones are the best ones for flower fortunes.

She was doing them by herself initially, but then some other students asked her for their fortunes. She can’t remember them all; there was an arrogant guy who wanted to know the results of his grades, a young woman who wanted to know if the girl she liked would like her back, and someone who just wanted to know where they’d placed their necklace. Well, Cynthia can’t help with the last one: that’s not what flower fortunes are for.

Another girl joins her. She has bright pink hair, and stars in her eyes. No, literally - stars! She’s seen eyes like those before actually: maybe it’s a race thing? Heck, there’s people here who can turn into all sorts of creatures, so it wouldn’t surprise Cynthia.

Right. Back on task.

“Hi!” she says. “Pick a flower, any flower, and we’ll get started. It’s more accurate if you pick, cause then the flower is calling to you for your fortune.” Is that true? Eh, it’s all for fun anyway. It’s what she told everyone else, too.

Cynthia takes the flower offered to her. “Ooh, good choice!” Plenty of petals, vibrant and full of life. It seems almost a shame to have picked it, but the petals left behind will all come in handy. “So, what would you like to know? I can tell you if your next mock battle will do well, or if that special someone will say yes if you ask them out.” An eyebrow wiggle follows those words - really sell it, Cynthia.

“It’s never steered me wrong. Every time I’ve done flower fortunes before a battle, I’ve come out of it totally fine.” She still does them now, as a sort of ritual. It gets her in the right mindset.

[verseandrhyme]

[ Wish ] - Have you ever wanted to wish upon a star, but never been lucky enough to witness the real thing? That’s too bad, because these magical stars streaking across the sky probably still don’t count, but they are gorgeous - and more than pretty enough to watch with a special someone else.

"Woah," Cynthia sighs up at the sky. It's gorgeous, really. She's never seen anything like this. It's an endless shower of stars, streaking across the stars. It takes a moment before she realises she's not alone. "Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to ignore you. Uh, here! Take my brooch as an apology!" She thrusts a black feather at Mitama.

"Oh no, please!" Mitama holds her hands, but the other student is already shoving a feather her way. "Do not feel the need to apologize, it is not as though I claim any ownership over the sky or stars."

Mitama herself had not exactly noticed the other student either until she had spoken up, in truth.

"If you are going to gift me yours, it is only fair I do so in turn." She pulls out her own brooch and its trail of pearls and offers it for her to take. "Really, I insist."

[deathsdue]

♡ (deep breath) PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

fankid meme // neka.cc // not accepting

Danica, the morning star, and the ginger sister to her ginger brother

Also known as, when edgy meets peppy and devious happens

She'd be the Trickster class with a preference for swords. active and agile, it was always hard to keep this girl contained

she could use some of her brother's fear because Dani seems to think nothing will ever beat her ever. she gets a thrill out of everything and is always quick to react. her mother is the only one that can keep up with her high energy but

Danica, or Dani, also has a flair for the dramatic and probably spent too much time around uncle owain or something

Like her brother, she enjoyed listening to the stories of her parents as a kid and got real hyped over re-enacting said stories. it's not that she believes everything verbatim but she does enjoy the grandeur

and where her father has a predilection for masks and her mother for flowers, dani loves hats. the bigger the better, and with a feather is always best

[cutestrival]

[Coffee ] - More specifically, a mocha brewed with Almyran coffee beans and Dagdan chocolate and served with hot milk. A sweeter variation of the drink taking Fódlan by storm. 

"Hey! Hey, Selena!" Cynthia is clearly buzzing with untapped energy. On a good day, this is bad news. But she's holding a cup of coffee-chocolate-whatever, which is way worse. The sugar rush is about to hit. It's bad news for Selena. "Have you tried this stuff? It's so good. And you totally need a boost, cause you're always so frowny, so I got you a cup too!"

“Oh, Cynthia!” She looks down at the outstretched beverage. It swirls delightfully in her friend’s excited hand, and Selena catches a whiff of a pleasant chocolate smell. “Just what I needed. I’m starving.” Without even an ounce of gratitude in her voice, she takes the cup and downs a loud gulp. Immediately her body feels renewed. “Jeez this is good. Where did you get this?” Remembering her company, she quickly adds, “I mean, Jakob can make better. Not that you’d know him. Wait, while you’re here, do you want to exchange, um…?” Selena holds up her brooch decoration inquisitively.