#tomestobetold

[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​ ; 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.“

[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?”

[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.”

[mementofloreo-archived]

"Baby's awake..." Lissa & Robin, for @tomestobetold !

"I'll get him," robin is already murmuring, "You go back to sleep, love."

He presses a kiss against the side of Lissa's neck before he pulls away and rises to tend to their son.

Owain's fussing is halfhearted and sleepy even as he squirms in his little crib. A few crocodile tears have rolled down his tiny face, and he reaches out with stubby little arms the moment he sees Robin bending down.

The fussing dies down almost immediately, once Robin has Owain held snugly against his chest. Tiny, teary Owain curls, cuddles close against his father. A few moments of bouncing and exactly two hiccups later, the baby is fast asleep again.

Robin is unsurprised. Sometimes Owain awakes in the night and fusses simply because he wants to be held to sleep. Robin's taken to checking on him first as a result. Because at times like this it's a simple matter to put him in a cloth sling and return to bed, sleeping propped up a bit more. Lissa doesn't have to feed him, they don't have to change him. One minute for Papa to get them settled and the entire family is able to return to rest.

Lissa has also gotten used to this. By the time he shuffles back to their bed, Robin's wife has already sleepily arranged their pillows against the headboard so that they both can sleep propped against them. He slides back under the blankets with Owain soothed by his heartbeat. Lissa ducks under his free arm to cuddle against his other side and he relaxes, idly playing with her hair.

There are times when Owain wails, when they're up for ages trying to get him settled down. Parenthood is every bit as chaotic and unpredictable as it is rewarding, and there's no doubt that once Morgan comes along it will double. But there are also tranquil, quiet moments like this. And Robin wouldn't trade any moment, hectic or otherwise, for the world. (How could he? Even the most exhausting days are filled to the brim with a blissful feeling. Basking in the reality of having a family, of loving and being loved. All the soft, gentle, human things that his upbringing tried to gut from him, now thriving and embraced. He would never give that up.)

[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

[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​

[xblazingblade]

@tomestobetold​ // Cont. from here.

The sharp retort was not entirely unexpected; he’d seen her, had seen the fire that burned in her eyes, knew how sharp she could be. He had known not the details of her hardships however, only that she’d suffered, and to hear it so plainly put brought to mind not pity but instead, admiration for how she managed to carry on.

“Apologies. I hadn’t meant anything by it,” he replied, with a shrug of his shoulders. He’d really only been seeking something that they might be able to discuss. He’d found a means to connect with Olberic’s other companions and yet, Primrose had kept her distance from him thus far; he felt no closer to bridging the gap now.

“All the more impressive then, that we’re both still standing,” he offered instead. “And fortunate, to find ourselves in good company now.”

[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

❛   you are the first person i ever loved.  ❜   -from Naesala, to Leanne

His words were genuine, she could tell. It brought a smile to her face as she gazed at him lovingly. For all of his flaws, he always knew how to warm her heart. No one else could make her feel this way and no else could understand. Naesala was all she needed and she had never regretted choosing him as her partner.

“But I won’t be the last.“ Before he could misunderstand her words, she gently took one of his hands to guide to her stomach. Once she saw that it rested nicely on the tiniest bump that is her stomach, her eyes hopefully meeting his to await his reaction. 

Leanne couldn’t ignore the nerves she felt upon bringing him this news, hoping it is everything he wanted as well, but she was excited all the same. The idea of raising children with Naesala was one she loved greatly. 

[soulcluster-moved]

continued from x / @tomestobetold

When Frederick had the idea to try out this new tea (his lord would appreciate a change every now and then in his refreshments), he thought first of Sumia. Surely, as a lady of her caliber, she would have insight into the blend that he would not. Subconsciously, it was a nice way to spend time with her. 

“I did not know you baked. I have heard this tea pairs well with chocolate. Perhaps something of that nature?” Even though she offered, however, he worried. “I’m sure whatever you make will be pleasant. I have no small amount of baking skill myself, should you wish an extra pair of hands.”

[macuilsung]

@tomestobetold​ liked for a starter! (open)

“ECHO!!”

ECHO! Echo! Echo... echo...... echo.........

Call it complete and utter boredom from living in a pit for a good few weeks, or grim acceptance that yes, this is what his life amounts to now. Whatever the case, at least it beat listlessness. Forwin woke up from bed this morning (or... afternoon? dead of night? it’s impossible to tell) with a burst of energy, a craving to do something, and by the Goddess, he’ll do exactly that!

Hey, exploring beyond central Abyss was something!

It got him moving into the depths to test out the acoustics—a musician has to know what they’re working with here, you know—and shouting out to hear just how far is voice reverberated within the bowels of Garreg Mach actually brought laughter to bubble from his chest. Sure, it might be childish, but it definitely brought him some joy.

...wait...

...how far did he go exactly?

How long has he been walking for, again...?

All these corridors are starting to look the same-

“...oh Seiros no.”