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[of-invisible-ties]

@tomestobetold II @ Lissa!

It had been weeks since that fateful day when Chrom had been slain at the Dragon’s Table. Word of his death, however, was whispered only as a rumor. No one was sure what had transpired that day, but most believed he was dead.

Frederick was among them. The knight had mourned quietly, and had been there to support Lissa through her grief. 

As the weeks passed, Risen activity increased. There were more and more of them, and the Shepherds were called to deal with their swell in numbers.

Chrom should’ve known Lissa was among them. His sister, ever selfless, would fight for the people to the bitter end.

He hated that she had to see him like this. His revived corpse smelled of death, and, as time wore on, his memories of his life would dissipate, one by one. But he still remembered Lissa. 

So, he orders the Risen that surrounded her to retreat. His voice sounds hoarse, coming from a mouth that should not move. Grima’s power, which moved his body, tried to rebuff his command. Grima wanted death and blood.

He wouldn’t let them take Lissa. 

“I said retreat,” he orders the Risen. His red eyes gleamed with fury, and the Risen obeyed. He turns to Lissa, and his grief and sadness are written plainly on his face.

“Run, sister. I can’t hold them for long.”

[armatization-a]

With a heavy sigh, Zelkov next approaches Lapis. He hates this and looks to be developing an anxious twitch under his left eye. "I will simply try to be as blunt as possible. Lapis, will you... be my date for the Day of Devotion?"

"I- WHAT?!"

No. Noooooo. No!!! There isn't anything wrong with Zelkov, if you ignore, uh, the ever-present darkness. And the way of speaking that sounds like he's always implying something. It freaks her out. A little. Can she say that? No, she can't. She's got to let him down gently. Kindly. Easily. She's never rejected anyone before.

"Oh, I would, but that day, I'm..." Well, the reality is she's planning on asking someone else as her date. He can't know that. She hardly even wants to tell her potential future date!

"I'm so busy that day, and-" She looks around, pantomiming hearing something. "What's that, Prince Alcryst? An emergency? Sure!" And she runs.

[sweptawxy]

Gimme that second born Mercidue kid.

Name: Barette

Gender: Male

General Appearance: He takes a lot of his appearance from his father, though his eyes are a pale blue like his mom (unlike the faceclaim gfdgdfg)

Personality: He's a little outspoken and brash, very emotional, he doesn't like hearing people talk badly about the ones he loves, but he also has a big heart.

Special Talents: He was never tested for a crest like his older sister, but he is pretty good at weilding an axe. (for chopping ofc)

Who they like better: He's a mama's boy

Who they take after more: Dedue

Personal Head canon: He's terrible at cooking and a clutz

[nobilismare]

@tomestobetold​ ; continued here

These Hoshidan hot springs were quite delightful. It was a practice that Nohr really should have taken to years ago, given how frigid it was in the winters. Yet somehow, this was Nyx's first time dipping into the steaming waters.

She let out a sigh before looking to Orochi, who was grinning, proud of herself.

"Alright," she admitted. "You're right. This is marvelous. Though I still don't know how I feel about the public nudity. However, I will concede that the bathhouse is very relaxing."

There was nothing better than relaxing one’s muscles - and mind - in the warmth of these springs. All of her problems washed away and she could focus on taking care of herself after a day of hard work. And what better way to spend that time than to drag an unknowing, innocent Nohrian with her?

“Aw, is Nyxie-poo feeling a little shy?” Orochi felt confident in her body, always had been. She took good care of herself and her genes were on her side. Age was another story but that didn’t matter right now! 

“ You have nothing I haven’t seen before so there is no need to be embarrassed about your body. We were all born naked after all!“

[galeforged]

Zelkov cringes before he approached Vander and sighed-- "Sir Vander, will you be my date for the Day of Devotion?"

Valentine's Day

“The Day of Devotion?” he found himself repeating, firm with a hint of uncertainty due to his lack of familiarity with the concept. The paladin has been tending to Queen Lumera since young, after all, so while he is still somewhat attuned with the affairs of the wider continent outside of Lythos... certain traditions elude him.

Nevertheless, Vander believes he understood the gist of what Zelkov was proposing.

“I appreciate your good intentions, Zelkov. However, as the 32nd Steward of the Dragon, you should already know that I am devoted only to the Divine One. I cannot join you in the service of Princess Ivy, not even for a single day.”

Or... not.

[fckedawxy]

Dedue spots her from the corner of his eye, standing up so he can look at her better from where he was squatting. His shirt is tight, and he has lost no muscle definition since settling down with her. “Mercedes, are you okay?”

[mementofloreo-archived]

'I want the K' RNG kiss prompts; Ashe & Yuri for @tomestobetold

#21: and then there's tongue

Ashe isn’t even sure what they’re bickering about- are they even bickering?

He hasn’t had nearly enough alcohol to be drunk. He’s a little buzzed, that’s all, but compounded with exhaustion, stress, and the cacophony of noise in this tavern...well, he’s having trouble putting proper thoughts together. He’s really not in a mood for conversation at all actually. He would have been content to just have a few drinks with his dinner, doze in the corner for a while. So he doesn’t really recall when or why Yuri joined him or what they’ve been talking about. Just that Yuri’s words are too many, too fast, and this entire place is getting too loud.

And with a tiny imperceptible click the wyvern rider sets his drink down. Fuck it.

“Shut up, Yuri,” it’s a hoarse and weary groan that rolls out of him. He thinks Yuri might pause, startled by the interjection. He’s not exactly paying attention anymore.

“I’m too tired to...to even words right now.” his hand is already reaching out to grip Yuri’s collar, pull him in with a sharp jerk. “I can’t even breathe in here.”

And he kisses him. Him and his stupid, smirking, pretty face. With those stupid eyes he could swear really truly glint when he’s up to mischief. But they see everything too, always watching, always calculating, save for the times they’re cast somewhere else entirely. (Somewhere lonely, somewhere empty, somewhere Ashe always finds himself wanting to fill up with something warmer and softer, but he knows Yuri would never let him past the wall-)

Whatever the case, Yuri doesn’t push him away. And it’s one hell of a kiss, all things considered(maybe in part because Ashe has been wanting it for so long, too long)

Their lips move over each other and Ashe pulls away just to gasp in a little air before diving back in ravenously. And he’s pulled himself flush against Yuri, feels his body heat, a palm flattened against his chest. And he parts his lips and rolls his tongue over Yuri’s bottom lip, tastes the tang of whatever he’s been drinking. There’s a hint of a groan on his breath when he finally pulls away with his head spinning. Yet for all the intensity it all only took a moment.

“Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but right now you need to find something to keep that silver tongue busy other than talking.”

And quick as a light, Ashe is on his feet, weaving through the throng of drunkards toward the door. It’s less about fleeing and more about getting fresh air, and he knows following him will be an easy matter if Yuri has any inclination to do so.

On one hand, as he’s stepping into the chilly air, that was damn cathartic. But he rubs his face, musses his hair, marches forward. For all its catharsis, now there’s an entirely different sort of tension driving him up the wall and exhausting him.

(He squawks a frustrated swear to the silent glow of the streetlamps.)

[noble-bloom]

@tomestobetold​ Seeing Alfred hurt like this made everything worse. Celine couldn't help but think about the worst when she saw him falter and wince in pain. The clerics and medics around here didn't know about his condition. What if they had missed something? So even as her brother reassured her, Celine still felt immensely anxious. "You can't do that," she told him. "Please, Alfred... just go lay down for a while, I'm begging you."

“You worry a bit too much, Celine.” Alfred sighed, but it wasn’t out of exasperation. If anything, it was out of his own worry - for her. “It’s not that bad this time, I promise.”

A small lie. It was holding him back, no matter what he tried to suppress the pain. But his willpower kept him on his feet. He had to keep going. Not only to make up for lost time, but to show that he wasn’t weak enough to be walked all over. He remembered when their Father also got sick - before the same condition inevitably killed him - how there were talks of the neighbouring nations plotting and scheming. How it was even being done within the same walls... He had to appear the backbone of Firene.

“I will rest for a little while, to ease your nerves, and I’ll get back to training later.”

[masked-paladin]

[ HAND ] ❤️-Rinea

At this point, it was more of a formality than anything, to take her hand and kiss the back after requesting a dance. Free as the Zofian Court was, even here, there were still a few rules. Sweeping Rinea out onto the dancefloor was done carefully, with gentle assurance. They could lose themselves in the quiet between them once there, the couple unlikely to part or even so much as cease dancing until the night at last drew to a close. After all, it was -- when politics allowed -- the one way the husband and wife could bear festivities. The smooth repetition and closeness to his wife soothed Conrad's discomfort and anxiety, while he hoped his presence could do the same for her own. A step or two slower than the rest, the pair only had eyes for each other, wholly lost in their own world where only they two existed.

There, in that moment, nothing else mattered.

@tomestobetold

[of-invisible-ties]

@tomestobetold​ II continued from here

His father had left him with quite the mess of a kingdom. Xander had found dozens of unjust punishments meted out to those who didn’t deserve it. Not to mention the survivors of Garon’s wrath -- they were so many provinces who threatened rebellion now that he was gone, and Xander had to get them back in line. That had been a grueling task, but he’d survived and Nohr was better for it.

Eventually, the king stumbled upon old documents from Garon’s time. Leo helped him handle those and kept record of everything, and one particular document had caught the king’s eye that day. It was written in a cipher neither he nor his advisors knew to decode. The decoding efforts were underway, of course, and they had finally yielded a location. 

Xander took his knights to investigate. Something told him that this matter demanded a king’s presence. His knights surrounded the old manor as he ventured inside. A force of this sort would startle anyone, and that was why he assured the woman he faced that he meant her no harm. 

She didn’t need his assurance. He could tell she didn’t fear him at all. Then she poses her question, and he furrows a brow, not following her implication. 

She was too old for her son to realize who she was. He’d always remember the mother he’d lost, but he knew her only by her youthful face. 

“Apologies, my lady, but I do not.”

“Have we met? And, for that matter, how do you know me?”

[armatization-a]

Zelkov looks uncomfortable as he approaches Mauvier. His eyes narrowed and worrying at his thumb nail. "I do not suppose that you need a... date for the Day of Devotion. Do you, Mauvier?"

Mauvier stares back blankly, like he didn't register the question. He supposes he didn't. After all, he couldn't have heard what he thought he heard. But Zelkov keeps staring expectantly. He hasn't given the Day of Devotion much thought, if only because he didn't think he would ever find that kind of love. But here's Zelkov, offering his... services.

"No." He doesn't mean to be so rude and brisk with him, but he's baffled. "I am flattered, but no." He shakes his head. "I wish you luck in your search. I am certain there is a man - or perhaps a woman - out there for you. But I am not that person."

Besides, he really ought to be keeping an eye on Lady Veyle during the festivities. He can't do that with a shadow at his side.

[sweptawxy]

“Not liking someone is perfectly fine. There are those who I am not fond of myself.” If he could point a stare at Henry, he would. And everyone was very familiar with how he did not like Robin at the start either. “However, spreading baseless rumors, misinformation, and saying things just for the fun of being horrible is not okay, and it should not be happening.” Though he stood down- slightly. He wasn’t happy about it but he did not want to upset Lissa either. 

[nobilismare]

@tomestobetold​ ; ask answered

❛   if you ever have need of my life, come and take it. it is yours anyways.  ❜   -Rafiel to Nailah

Had Nailah not rescued him all of those years back, he wouldn’t be here today, alive and well. His body would have been buried underneath the harsh sand of the desert, forgotten for all of eternity. A sad fate if one thought of it but luckily that wasn’t the case. Saving him was the best decision she had made and it gave her a partner for life. One she would never throw away.

“Shouldn’t that be my line?“ The Queen smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him close. It was uncommon for her to show affection in public, needing to appear strong in front of her people, but she always wanted to keep her lover close.

“I have kept you safe all this time, haven’t I? I was ready to sacrifice my life if I had to — Not that there have been many real challenges. It’s a bit disappointing if I’m going to be honest.“

[galeforged]

While he had had to spend a large part of the day out, Mercedes made sure that when Wyndell returned home, it was to a great fanfare. She had flowers and ribbons tied from the banisters in the house. An elaborately decorated cake waited, chocolate and almond and raspberry. And a new book of song music was wrapped and waiting for him to open. Once he walked through the door, Mercedes was quick to throw her arms around her husband’s shoulders and kiss him.

“Happy Birthday, my love,” she said with a smile. “I’ve got everything prepared for us to celebrate together.”

via Forwin's Birthday

It was... well, for lack of a better word, perfect. As a once wandering songster, Wyndell prided himself on his sense of vocabulary, but here? The lord truly found himself at a loss for words, stunned and in awe at the surprise waiting for him upon returning home.

Daffodils prominently displayed and tied to the banisters by ribbons, ribbons in the colours he once adorned upon his return. A cake that evidently must have taken all day to bake, given its elaborate design and size. Then, of course, the sight of a modest gift wrapped up and just waiting to be opened.

Granted, he didn't have time to truly take in the breadth of it all by the time Mercie herself came to wish him well on the day of his birth. Still, Wyndell was quick to return the kiss with one of his own by the time she stuck her landing. And with one more, longer look afforded to the scene she had set, the appreciation he felt warmed his heart like gentle flames within a hearth.

That, and his eyes were starting to warm up a little too. With tears.

"Sothis, I don't deserve you," sighed words once spoken with no small amount of disbelief, but this time, he ensured his tone carried them with jest. "Thank you for all of this, Mercedes. Truly. Didn't keep you waiting too long, I hope?"

[winter-sword]

After Felix, Ingrid should have been the first person Gwenn approached after arriving at the monastery. Instead, the Goddess had thrown Felix, Dimitri, and Sylvain at her first, leaving the woman who may or may not have still been her betrothed for the last out of those closest to the swordswoman. As expected, Gwenn found Ingrid in the stables, and discovered herself more worried than she had about anything else since realizing she was alive after the nightmare that was Duscur. Somehow she kept her expression neutral, resisting the urge to tug at the end of her own braid anxiously, gloved hands clasped behind her back out of habit. Her voice was steadier than she felt when she spoke, and was only slightly pitched up, not wanting to discomfit the blonde more than she likely already did.

“Ingrid, might I... have a moment of your time?”

@tomestobetold​

[mementofloreo-archived]

Give me the THIRD child for ewan and ophilia

OK HERE WE GO

"If they had a kid" meme, Ewan & Ophilia, for @tomestobetold

Name: Miriam

Gender: a girl!

General Appearance: very small and thin and pale, this remains true even when she's grown up. her hair is a dark, ashy brown, soft and wispy and fine, usuall a little past chin length and kept in a loose, low tail so it doesn't get awful knots in it. Her eyes are a very pale and striking gray.

Personality: Very, very quiet and softspoken. She's not often talkative and is very timid around strangers, though this fades once she is more acquainted with them. She's definitely a clinger and gets anxious when she's left alone anywhere for very long, so she often latches on to Derek or Connor, following everywhere. As she gets older and her initially fragile health improves she becomes very close with Connor because he's always happy to have a playmate and they share an intensely inquisitive nature. When she's sick, which is still fairly often, she always wants to hear all about her brother's day, down to every little rock or Cool Bug he saw.

Special Talents: Sewing and embroidery. She initially learns because it's not very strenuous and keeps her hands busy when she's not well enough to run around, and it also lets her help mom and dad out by doing some of the mending for clothes where needed. She finds she has a knack for it though and so she runs with it, eventually becoming a seamstress when she's an adult.

Who they like better: Ewan for sure; he carried her almost everywhere, every day, when they first adopted her and she was deathly ill. She was barely on the edge of three years old, so many of her earliest memories are of Dad holding her and keeping her warm and safe. She adores Ophilia too though and concurs with Connor on her having the best stories.

Who they take after more: Ophilia, hands down.

Personal Headcanon: Miriam is adopted, and she originally came into the care of the Cathedral and its fostering services, deathly ill. Thanks to the tenacity and determination of Ewan and Ophilia(and the supplemented medical help from Alfyn, who they sent for immediately), she was able to pull through that initial illness. She has complications in its wake that affect her the rest of her life, but they're manageable enough she's able to live relatively normally as long as she takes proper care when her symptoms do flare up.