#support: deirdre

[yukyunotabibito]

🎄

mistletoe asks | accepting? (4/?)

"It is not everyday that one runs into such a lovely lady," Nasir has been in a good mood lately it seems, and the compliment slips easily from his lips with a smile. Not that it is not true, of course. Professor Deirdre is quite a lovely woman. Both seemingly in personality and good looks.

Not his type, but a man could tell when a woman was attractive, even if he himself was not attracted to her.

He notes the now familiar plant above their heads and kneels before her, grabbing her hand and placing a gentle kiss upon it.

"My honor, Lady Deirdre."

[taguelbunnyboy]

🎄mom kisses for yarne

Yarne shakes his head, sighing as he looks up at the plant. He remembered these from Baldr's Bounty, way back when... wow, that was a while now, now that he thought about it. But he knew these had... some kind of romantic tendencies attached, but Yarne still didn't know what, fully.

He did know that he couldn't eat them, sadly.

"O-oh, uhm, Professor-"

It isn't one of his professors, but he has seen her around before, and there they are, and Yarne isn't sure what's going-

Yarne is tall. He know he is.

But he somehow ends up kneeling down and having his head absolutely littered with kisses - which... was a surprise.

Not a bad one.

"I... uhm, thanks?"

Yarne's red as a beet, but he's smiling like an idiot.

It was a nice feeling like home, like Ylisse. He hoped the rest of the festivities would feel as toasty as he does inside.

[ignifilis]

> continued from here

Pity wells up in his throat as he watches her linger over his books. So many lives were destroyed because of his brother's twisted aims.

He gives a small shake of his head, pieces of scarlet hair tickling his cheeks at the motion. "It was not your fault." If he'd only paid more attention to Arvis, could he have seen what was about to unfold? Done more to prevent tragedy?

"How are you feeling now?" Azelle scoots some papers aside, trying to clear more room for her to settle.

@nagaficat

[melusinezephyr]

a kiss after treating a wound 

kissies! (still accepting)

Zephia is not used to be injured, always so careful with herself, even in the face of dire danger. Why, the last injury she can remember truly taking is when she had faced the Divine Dragon's blade for the final time. When she had died at their hands.

But now, she sits in the infirmary, more bruised and battered than she has ever been in her life. Deirdre's hands are gentle as she pours her healing magic into Zephia, though Zephia doubts that it will be much help. She will naturally heal herself quickly with her own magic, but still... she appreciates the thought.

Once Deirdre has finished trying, Zephia places a gentle kiss on the other woman's lips, enchanted by how much she truly seemed to care about others. Something that Zephia could never do so easily.

"Thank you, for at least helping to heal my wounds, Deirdre. You are so terribly kind."

[egittae]

[ Say 'Fromage'! ] - The alumna is already in town with her Photo-Artifex replica and, thanks to many of you, she's done with her testing much earlier than anticipated! She promises a one-of-a-kind keepsake in the form of 'photos' ranging from serious to silly, a variety of props to choose from included. If you're feeling particularly daring, maybe you'll even try out the artifex-box?

"Would you take a photo with me? I want to be able to remember this night always." She beckons him closer with a smile and a wave.

"Deirdre! Of course. Though, how about we try some of these?"

[prionsis]

🎄data for your experiment

At last, a fair lady. If he was to entertain these less than proper attempts to nurture a festive atmosphere for the upcoming celebrations, he wished to at the very least be able to spend them with a gracious dame on his arm- and his pleas were finally heard. Just as he had passed under one of the many shrubs, a woman with the face and presence of a goddess stops by.

“And so I am freed from the fate of having to lock lips with bear-sized men, and am gifted with a lovely damsel instead.” The sigh that escaped him was of relief, the smallest smile blooming on his lips- just enough to wash away some of the gloominess from his fatigued face.

Holding the lady’s chin with one hand as one would cradle a gem, Rufus pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

With a special emphasis on soft, because before he could bask in the feeling a rather unpleasing chirp caused him to step back- and get pecked on the forehead. Not a returning kiss, not from a woman asking for more- but from a pissed off damn bird roaming the area. They were indoors! This was no place to have a nest! “This dreadful creature! This is no place to call home, it is not my fault you have failed to properly plan your livelihood!” Rufus cursed at the angry, swooping bird. 

Goddammit.

[crevassier]

🎄"You have been standing under this doorway for some time now," Deirdre teases. She sees the mistletoe. She has been responsible for hanging quite a few of them herself. "Do not worry. Your true love will find you. I know it." And with that, she leans up and gives him a kiss on his cheek. She does know it. She believes it with her whole heart.

“Professor Deirdre! Aaha, you always have this alluring aura surrounding you, almost like a forest faerie. Needless to say, I love it.” He started like he would for any other girl, a disarming smile and eyes full of interest as he approached her with a step, but in the end it was all for naught as she was the one to give him a peck on the cheek. But that wasn’t what froze the young heir in his feet- rather, it was her words. 

Your true love will find you. I know it.

Cheeks flushed almost as red as his hair and the slightest sting to his eyes, Sylvain turned his face away in a nearly bashful way, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Haha, that type of thing is kind of difficult to come across, Professor.” Not everyone is fated to be loved, anyway. Some are born to be alone, growing old not knowing what it meant to be someone else's world. 

“I don’t know about that.” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. 

Within a heartbeat, he retreated into the varnish’s comforting shell and returned to his typical self, unbothered. “Thanks regardless! You made my day, Professor!”

[cielenruine]

🎄

"Ah- professor-" He really wanted to know who thought it was a good idea to put these things up. A slight chuckle escaped him as he pulled a small parchment from his bag. Twas cheese, wrapped up delicately. "A gift." One of cheese and the other, a gentle, hardly there pat to the head. "Tis only a bit but I do hope you enjoy it."

[almoststedytimetravel]

Having the realisation that all of Chrom’s possible S-supports are supposed to references to love interests from previous games, not just Sumia.

The obvious one would be Sumia as a pegasus knight being a reference to Marth and Ceada. Robin as the mysterious white and purple kind of dragon lady would be a reference to Sigurd and Deirdre (or even Ike and Soren with the whole tactician angle). Maribelle as the troubadour childhood friend would be a reference to Leif and Nanna. Sully as the a loyal knight to house Ylisse would be a reference to Seth and Erika or even Sothe and Micaiah though I think Seth and Erika fits just a little better. While lastly Olivia as the dancer who you met earlier in the story though only joins you a little later after guiding you to a place, toward the dragon’s gate and out of Plegia, would be a reference to Eliwood and Ninian.            

[corvuschriisti]

a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing 

Everyone she ever loved has left her. Naesala knows that, knows that Deirdre holds sorrow in her chest where others might keep a beating heart. He can tell by looking at her that there is something beneath her soft smile that asks for more.

Is she asking him to stay?

There is so much he cannot give her, though he wants to. There is so much love in her soul that would get sucked up and distorted by whatever Naesala can offer. The kindest thing he can do is walk away.

He has never been kind.

He feels her lips on his and turns to meet her, his hands on her waist as he deepens it slightly. There is something possessive in the kiss, but he holds back -- he can never be what she wants, and she can never be the stability he craves.

Yet, sometimes it's nice to dream.

[lumixree]

Even though the ball has ended, everyone has returned to the correct sizes, and she is no longer dancing in the skies in the arms of her beloved, Deirdre still feels as though she is floating on air with each step. Her heart is so full of love and joy that it feels as though it might burst. Lord Sigurd has asked for her hand in marriage once more! Things are finally beginning to return to the way they should be.

But oh, it is so difficult to pay attention to anything but thoughts of her beloved. During one particular burst of happiness, she finds it particularly hard to contain herself. She throws her arms out and twirls excitedly right in the middle of a corridor. Unfortunately, someone else happened to walk into her path and she ends up hitting them.

"Oh!" She quickly draws her arms in and covers her mouth in her embarrassment. "My lady, please forgive me! My Lord Sigurd has proposed a renewal of our wedding vows and, well, I suppose my head has been rather stuck in the clouds!"

Everything has been quite new to her, even if she herself lived in a castle, she finds herself in awe at the architecture of the monastery and the academy combined. Even if the sudden cold caught her by surprise!

She was on her way down the corridor ready to see more of what this place had to offer before someone bumped into her! Lumera stumbled a bit, instinctively grabbing where her headpiece would be before quickly dropping her hand down. Seeing the woman meant no harm, she smiles "Do not worry, It was a simple mistake- Im not hurt" offering her hand as a greeting she continued "My name is Lumera, Its a pleasure to meet you" but thats when it hits her,

Sigurd?

Lumera often spoke to Emblem Sigurd, she'd considers him a great ally and she knew that the one here could not be the same in the ring, right? In anycase, If Lumera recalled everything that was told to her then this must be... "I.. Are you by any chance... Lady Deirdre?"

[daeificatio]

I am beginning to think that perhaps my friends do not care very much for the man I married. Would you have any suggestions on how I might encourage them to get along?

Maybe try doing some more outings or hangouts between your friends and your husband and prompt them to bond more. Why do you care so much about that though? It's not your friends' husband. It's your husband. The one who has to care about him is you.

Even marriage questions now? Byleth had never even entertained the idea of romance in his life, he truly didn't know what else to say about it...but well, it was better than saying nothing.

[hresvelged]

(o・・o)/

You know her as one of your professors— A familiar face in the Black Eagles classroom. Long standing, which in itself is an admirable feat. You are not one to favor studying faith magic, resulting in your frequency under her tutelage to be smaller compared to the other professors.

Deirdre's style of teaching is different than what you're used to. You are one to prefer hands-on combat or further understanding of blunt authoritative skills with a strong structure.

You don't know much about her past, but then again, it is not as if she knows much of yours. You prefer it that way.

She has a tendency to speak so cheerfully— You wonder why that is. Should a professor not be more realistic rather than optimistic? You could never match that attitude even if you wanted to.

[ignifilis]

There had been a portrait of the two Velthomer brothers hanging in Velthomer castle. Deirdre remembers it clearly. She remembers the younger of the two and just how much he looked like his niece, her daughter. Now she remembers him from the time they spent together under Sigurd's banner as well.

She is surprised but not that surprised when she runs into him here in Fódlan. Reunions have become quite commonplace. But this time, she does not immediately run toward her once companion. She waits and watches, unsure of how best to approach him. His fate had been different from the others that are here.

Eventually his eyes meet hers and she turns away, shyly. "Forgive my staring, Lord Azelle, but you look so much like my daughter. Like your niece." She smiles finally at the thought that he might meet her while he is here. Deirdre would love to see the two of them together. "My heart is glad to see you here, lord brother. I am sure you must have questions."

Most of the hours he'd spent locked up in a cell had been whiled away wondering about the fates of his friends. His memories after the meteor are hazy at best--doubtless he was chosen specifically to endure the rest of his days at Arvis' mercy.

Yet he still prays the Crusaders will send him a familiar face or two. If he lived--if she did--was it too much to ask a few others found their way here?

Azelle shifts, looking up from the array of history books spread across the table. Crimson eyes search for the source of his discomfort, only to widen in disbelief.

"Lady Deirdre?"

He'd heard about the twins during his captivity, though to his recollection, never came face to face with his niece and nephew. The sentiment was supposed to sweet; he hopes pity doesn't shine too brightly in his eyes.

"...Ah. Thank you," he replies with a nod. "I am most grateful to see you as well. I have a few." A hand gestures to the books. "Hopefully these can provide some answers. You are welcome to keep me company, while I search."

[melusinezephyr]

"You are Professor Zephia, yes?" Deirdre greets her newest coworker with a bright and cheerful smile and an armful of white alstroemeria blooms. A fitting flower for someone she hopes to call a friend! "I am Deirdre of Belhalla but currently I am also a professor for this house. It was only me for quite some time but I am so glad that you are here now. Oh! And these flowers are for you! I hope they might cheer up your office!"

Zephia has never been given flowers before, they did not grow well in Gradlon's rocky terrain, nor in Elusia's snowy mountains. And anywhere else, they have always been trappled under her feet as she fought for Lord Sombron.

Besides, who would have ever given her them anyway? She has never had a romantic relationship, and she has no family to give her such things on birthdays and other occasions. The Hounds never would have given her anything of the sort, as she had never given them any reason to.

But with the silver hair maiden before her, she feels a blush creeping across her cheeks, uncharacteristically for her. What is she supposed to do with flowers anyway? Ah, but she might as well keep them since they had been a gift, after all.

"Thank you... Lady Deirdre was it? I shall... try my best to help you out now that I am here." She would have to remember where that name sounded familiar from later. But for now, she will just be grateful.

"Though, I am not usually a woman for flowers, I appreciate the gift anyway. How... kind of you. Very nice to meet you."

[egittae]

"Would you care to dance, Professor?" Deirdre reaches a hand out toward Lambert. It feels odd to be the one asking instead of being asked but it is nice. Something she should, perhaps, try more often. "I have only had the chance to dance with my son so far but I would like to do more."

“Deirdre! Good to see you again.” He offered her a warm greeting, followed by a short bow. Lambert was slightly taken aback by being the one sought for a dance rather than the other way around, but he wouldn’t complain. If anything, he’d offer her kudos for the initiative.

He smiled, offering her his arm to take. “Of course. I myself have not gotten to dance myself as I have been busy keeping an eye on the students. I am thankful for your offer.” Slowly but surely making their way towards the actual dancefloor, Lambert moved as if on instinct. Something in his mind knew how to proceed through a formal waltz, and so he acted without even needing to think.

“Ah, and you may call me just 'Lambert', if you prefer. We are but coworkers, after all. Even if we do not teach under the same banner."