#support: deirdre

[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."

[princepsumbra]

"Professor Leo, I am glad to know you have been assigned to this mission. It is rather daunting to be assigned to enter a dream, would you not agree? It is certainly comforting to know I am not the only professor being sent to keep these students safe. I know they are here to learn but I cannot imagine this is truly the best way." It feels far too dangerous. Too unpredictable. She would like to know just what exactly the church is thinking sending children into such an unknown realm. "Ah but listen to me! It is surely not my place to question! In any case, I look forward to getting to know you better on our journeys, my lord."

He has not spoken much with his fellow professor, though he's aware of her magical talent.

Forced proximity does wonders for his social skills. She approaches him first--and he had every intention of correcting his lapse in manners--soft voice breaking through his thoughts.

"Good day, Professor Deirdre. Magic of this scale is certain to be rife with danger. Experience is the best teacher, though I wonder as to the limits of what a person can endure at so young an age."

Eyes close for a moment before reopening, clouded expression cleared. "You care a lot for them. Frankly, I would be concerned if you didn't question the logistics of such a mission."

Leo inclines his head. "And I you, Lady Deirdre."

[higaneion]

"Lady Lilina?" Deirdre is all smiles as she greets the newest student in her house. "My name is Deirdre. I am the professor for the Black Eagles House. I am quite excited to get to know you! Please know that my office door is always open if you ever have any questions at all or even just want a friend."

𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, the newly pressed uniform held in her arms, Lilina explores the campus. She wanted to find the library and maybe take a trip down to the greenhouse and pond, but first she re-enters one of the classrooms she would be studying in. It was nothing out of the ordinary, no students nor faculty in there at present, but she walks in anyway, envisioning where she may sit the next time. Perhaps in the back where she won’t be noticed and she can quietly take notes, or in the front may be more ideal for that reason alone. One of her free hands drags the chair out, the wooden legs scraping against the floor when her name is called. 

          “!!”

          When she turns, she especially doesn’t expect to see such a beautiful woman before her. Silvery lilac cascades down her back and shoulders and she emanates such a kind and open personality, that if not for the staff attire, she could have been mistaken for an ethereal being. 

          “Ah, Professor.” She casts her glance to the side where she had just pulled the chair out. Quickly, she pushes it back with her foot, then bows from the waist. “Thank you, I appreciate it, truly. ...I look forward to class.” A beat passes and she politely excuses herself from the classroom, now seemed appropriate to check out the greenhouse.

[goldoanheart]

"Professor Kurthnaga, I am pleased to know you will be lending your aid to our mission." His name still feels so strange to her. Her father's name and the name of the dragon whose blood they share. Yet Kurth had no idea of the connection when she asked him before. But he is one of her professors and surely must be quite capable in his own right. "My staff is yours should you have any need of aid!"

Kurthnaga is still quite shaky with the whole idea of this, after the last dream they had all be dragged into, but he is starting to feel much steadier. Perhaps it is just his nerves, or maybe something else entirely, but either way, he still jumps slightly as Deirdre speaks to him. He has no reason to be scared of her, so he will certainly attribute it towards the nerves.

She seems reliable, from what he knows of her, and what that young wolfskin girl has told him of her fellow professors and their skills. He hopes that she will prove to be as skillful as she seems to be. Having such talent on his side will also definitely help to ease his rapidly beating heart.

"And as I am that you are here as well. Your skill in healing will certainly be a great help. I am not that strong of heart when it comes battle and such, but I will use the strength that I do have to protect everyone to the best of my abilities. Please do not hesitate to come to me if you are the one in need of aid, whatever the situation may be."

[goldoanheart]

Dream Warriors

frauleindermorgen​:

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The dreams here in Rusalka are unlike anything Deirdre has ever experienced and she has always been a dreamer. They have been frighteningly realistic and that arena, well, she has tried her best to forget that.

Now, they are to enter a new dream. But this time, they will be prepared. It is terrifying but also almost thrilling. To think that magic is able to do such a thing! She is beginning to believe, with everything she has seen and experienced, that magic here in Fódlan knows no limits. But at least they know, at least a little bit, what they are going into.

Deirdre smiles and waves over the members of her team. If they are to work together and succeed, they will need to be familiar with each other. She recognizes many faces but there are still some she has not yet had the pleasure of befriending. That must change!

“It would be wise, I believe, if we spend a few moments to get to know one another.” She tries to address the crowd but this type of leadership role has never been one she is particularly good at. Lord Sigurd and Lord Arvis would be able to command attention far better. Deirdre attempts to stand straighter as she continues. “I am Deirdre of Grannvale, a professor with the Black Eagles house. I am skilled with a staff and I shall do everything in my power to keep each of you safe. I look forward to becoming friends!”

From one dream to the next, was it? Micaiah thinks she should rub her eyes but she isn’t drowsy in the slightest… and as for tired, well, the less said about that the better. It seems wrong for her to be relieved her friend Kurthnaga is here as well as someone as gentle as Professor Deirdre (no matter how proficient in magic she might be), but the familiar faces with the same memories of her own does bolster Micaiah’s spirits.

“I believe the professor to be right. I know some of you but not all of you so - greetings, I am Micaiah of Daein. A Black Eagles student. I too specialize in healing but I’ve also become proficient at war tactics so I would appreciate knowing everyone’s abilities here.”

She nods to the next person standing in the circle, feeling a little more herself

He knows that whatever mission they are about to embark on into the dream, whatever they will encounter in there, it is important to do it, even if they are to encounter true horrors, things even worse than the dreams of battlefield after battlefield that had plagued him a mere few nights ago. 

Still, he feels steadied by familiar faces around him, those who he has known before, even if it was shortly. Professor Deirdre of the Black Eagles house who seemed so kind and sweet, and certainly skill with magic if she was teaching in that house. And sweet Maria, who he had hardly had time to get acquainted with while they were in that book, but he certainly looks forward to being able to know her a little bit better. He also recognizes Cecilia from the battlefield in their dreams, and offers her a sympathetic nod, knowing what they had gone through in those arenas. And of course, there is his dear Micaiah. He already feels safer and steadied just with her by his side, as he always does.

He clears his throat softly, hovering ever so much closer to Micaiah than anyone else, but not far close enough to actually touch her. Just near enough to be able to calm his racing heart. She is certainly dear to him, but he also wishes to get know everyone else in their ragtag little group. He bows his head as he begins to speak, wishing to be cordial and not seem rude in the slightest bit.

“I agree with Deirdre as well, but I will not waste anyone’s time with such platitudes. I suppose it’s best to get right to the point and offer my greetings. I am Kurthnaga of Goldoa, though you are welcome to just call me Kurth. I am a professor of the Golden Deer house proficient in magic, but I have also taken to wielding an axe recently. I hope everyone will stay safe, I do not wish to see any ally’s blood spilled within the dream this time.”

[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?"

[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?"

[artificidel]

when the day met the night ☀☾ team 10

@exclted @swiftscion @nagaficat @allegreta

Ephidel found that in the nightly hours, when he stalked the night sleepless and the humans laid their bodies and minds to rest, his seemed to drift just the same. It happened slowly. The digits of his body began to respond less. Then the limbs. Then the rest. Until his mind seemed to rise above his frame and warp from it.

Until golden eyes opened to a coliseum of people demanding entertainment. Ephidel glanced around himself; saw others from the monastery with strange weapons in all their hands. What was all this? Were they to play fools for these vermin’s approval? He would not dance this waltz for such a reason, and idly inspected the needle and syringe he found in his grasp. And there, clasped around one finger, he had also been adored with a ring.

This all made little sense, and before he could ponder it further, a large stone door opened on the far wall of the coliseum, and out flew a phoenix shimmering in a rainbow of light. It stretched its wings and cried a mighty shriek before diving headlong at the lot of them.

Violence, was not the first tool in Ephidel’s arsenal, but he knew how to wield all manner of magic and blade, and he wasted no time in using what he had been gifted.

He tucked and rolled out of the way of incoming talons, and readied a stance for the next opening. When the bird swooped in again, he leaped to its back and drove the needle deep. It seemed to have no effect, the bird’s hide thick and battle worn, and so Ephidel broke the needle at the base, sending metal shards deeper into its flesh. The beast howled. It did not seem to take any damage, but an opening had been made.

Ephidel used Slatterslash with the Injector! Roll 1d20+2! 14+2=16! Hit! -0HP

Twin Soul 10/10 HP

Twin Soul receives -1 DEF/RES for 1 turn

The great beast had just as little patience for Ephidel as he had for it, and turned to peak at the flea on its back. A direct hit to his shoulder weakened the strings in his arm, and Ephidel’s grasp released, sending him plummeting to the ground.

Twin Soul countered with Sharp Beak! Roll 1d20! 8! Hit! -1.5HP

Ephidel’s HP 8.5/10

[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."

[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.

[knighteclipsed]

(o・・o)/

muse opinions!! (still accepting)

...

See, when the two of them met during KKE, Deirdre was really nice to him :]

Too nice to him. (He didn’t like that very much.) Very much the kind of introvert who would hate being adopted into a friend group.

Doesn’t know much about her ProblemsTM, but if he found out he wouldn’t actually give her hell for it because that would mean being near her and he would not like that. Deirdre is the only 100% effective Valter Repellent!! Congratulations.