#windparthia

[phoenixdynearch]

“ i mean. ” a pause. “ i think we need to to confront her. ” your gaze lands on the student council president. “ it’s unfair that she’s following us around. seems . . . fishy. ” you slide him a cookie. “ it’s whatever, though. i’ll just follow your lead. ”

@windparthia​‘s hibiki has a chat with shiho.

[of-invisible-ties]

@windparthia​ II Starter Call II @ Hibiki!

“You need not fear me, Histicky.” 

Yes, that was his nickname for poor, poor Hibiki, and the boy would have to live with it. As Blackquill spoke, his ever-faithful companion, Taka, flew to Hibiki’s shoulder. The hawk held fast with his talons and seemed to be grinning. Blackquill laughed heartily, finding this turn of events amusing. 

“It seems that Taka has deemed you worthy of nesting.”

“I would not dare to harm his favorite pillow ....”

[sleuthfeign]

@windparthia​ II continued from here 

“I suppose so, yes.”

His answer was oh-so-cliche, and that was what he intended. Akechi was careful not to relinquish the ruse he so painstakingly set up. To Hibiki and his foolhardy thieves, he was a kindhearted detective with a mild-mannered deposition. it couldn’t be further from the truth, of course, but he maintained it nonetheless.

Although ....

There was one time when cracks appeared in the mask he wore. That time when he told the Phantom Thieves how he hated the cruel adults who held society under their thumb. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted his vengeance upon them. But how he would attain it was a different story altogether. One thing was for sure, though: his victory would be built upon the sacrifices of his teammates. After all, those were Shido’s orders. As much as it galled him to follow the man, he had no choice at the moment. 

As he nodded and smiled at dear, naive Hibiki, his purpose rushed back to him again. He knew that he’d have to kill him. That was his task. He had to. 

“What I would want is more than a mere car,” Akechi says. The calm in his voice masks his thoughts perfectly. To others, it would seem like he was charmingly talking in rhetoric. “But if I had to answer in kind ... I suppose I’d want to go abroad. Away from here.”

Away from Shido.

“The fame really gets to you after awhile. Even I could use a break.”

“Maybe you’d come with me, Fujiwara? It’s no fun traveling alone, after all.”

[cursedcrest-a2]

"ah, wait a second-" too late, it seems that the young mage's feathered friends have already flown the coop. forde sighs, tucking his sketchbook back under his arm as he watches them go and turns to marianne with a sheepish smile. "sorry about that, i didn't mean to startle you. i was just passing by and noticed your friends had some incredibly vivid plumage. thought it might make for a nice painting. so much for that, i guess!" despite all this, the knight doesn't seem too bothered by the setback..

“ i’ll see him later. ” marianne clears their throat, the surprised expression fading from their face. for someone always so insecure, they are incredibly sure of their words. “ he n-needed to go back and help out at the nest, anyways . . . it was f-for the best that he left . . . ” 

@windparthia!

[of-invisible-ties]

"so, sakura-san.. how's he settling in?" natsume's gaze has drifted towards the stairway to the attic before returning to her coffee. "he says everything's going well enough, but.. i dunno. i guess i can't help but worry. the trial messed the poor kid up pretty badly. he's a lot more sensitive than he looks, you know? so like, if either of you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know, yeah? we owe you a lot for taking him in on such short notice."

“It’s no problem.”

Sojiro hadn’t expected the Fujiwaras to contact him so soon. The kid had barely gotten settled into the attic. Then again, his sister was the type who seemed like a worrier. She truly cared about her little brother, and Sojiro could respect that. If he were in her shoes -- if Futaba put in a stranger’s care -- he’d be fretting just as much. 

“The worst your brother’s done is show up late to school a couple of times. Other than that, the kid’s settling in as well as he can.”

“If there’s a problem worse than that, you’ll be the first to know. You have my word.”

[sleuthfeign]

"excuse me.. um, goro, wasn't it? or would you prefer sir akechi?" araceli's voice is soft, but it carries in the quiet of the empty hall. perhaps typically of new arrivals to askr he seems rather lost in the castle.. and upon noticing, she feels compelled to help him out. her smile is kind when she next speaks, hoping to make him feel more welcome. "where are you headed? would you care for some company?"

“‘Sir isn’t needed, I assure you. Merely ‘Akechi’ will do.”

Akechi gives her a sweet smile in return. In truth, he wasn’t happy to be in Askr, but this girl had nothing to do with that. She and many others had extended their well wishes to him. The Order itself was surprisingly pleasant, despite its many empty promises. Saving worlds? Did those in the Order truly think such lunacy possible?

Ah, that was neither here nor there. 

“Might I ask your name in return? If you’re to accompany me, it’s only right that I address you properly.”

[of-invisible-ties]

biki @ akechi: WILL YOU STOP TEACHING SOPHIA WEIRD SHIT

"All I did was send her a url for Knives R Us!”

“But noooo, you think I’m prepping her as my murder accomplice! I mean, I’d like the help, but I can shop for my own knives, thank you.”

[of-invisible-ties]

"might i have a moment of your time?" klein is all smiles as he approaches pent, though there's a hint of concern in violet eyes. "i recently had the pleasure of meeting the prince zephiel of your time, and he requested that we treat each other as family. i accepted his proposal, of course, and i was hoping.. might you do the same for him, father? it would mean ever so much to his highness, i'm sure."

“Of course, son! It’s just like you to be so concerned for others. Your mother and I are very proud of you!”

Has Pent informed his son about this hundreds of times? Yes. Klein was likely well aware that his parents loved him and were always proud of him, but an extra reminder or three never hurt. He happily ruffles his son’s hair with a gloved hand. For some reason, he was still in his Valentine’s garb despite that holiday ending months ago. But it wasn’t a problem. In a way, it made every day feel like it was an anniversary with his dear wife. And who would say no to that?

“Should we give him a nickname, too? How about Zephy? Would he like that?”

“The boy could really use an extra smile or two. Does he like dancing, Klein? Would he dance with Louise and I, if we offered?”

[of-invisible-ties]

❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜ forde @ ephraim or seth

Meme II Accepting! 

Seth rarely showed emotion, but even he could not suppress a small smile. It was not one of mercy. Even so, the smile fades as he hands down Forde’s punishment -- literally, in this case, as he passes the hapless cavalier a broom. 

“You heard me,” Seth said, his voice stalwartly neutral. “You have Bolero duty today. I believe we’re both well aware what you did to deserve this.”

Cadets feared Seth’s horse, Bolero, calling it the demon horse; having to tend him was considered one of the worst punishments Seth could give you.

“The next time you think of putting the vistas of the battlefield on a canvas, recall this moment. I pray that it is an effective deterrent.” 

[of-invisible-ties]

🎀 meira, pulling libra's hair back so it won't get in his way!

Meme II Accepting!

Libra gives her a grateful grin. Indeed, having to care for his long gold tresses was quite difficult. Despite what his fair appearance suggested, Libra was, in fact, clumsy when it came to delicate things. He tended to snap ponytails while trying to wrap them in his hair. Not to mention the fact that, these days, Libra wasn’t giving his hair the full care it sorely needed. He found that indulging in his appearance gave him no time to help others. Such vanity was, in his eyes, unforgivable. 

He’s not used to others fussing over him, either. He hadn’t expected someone to notice that his hair was just a bit too long. Too matted. It’s comforting to know that someone indeed cared. 

“Meira, you’ve my thanks. It’s admittedly much easier to see now.”

“I suppose I hadn’t noticed how I sorely needed a ponytail! Such a simple thing makes quite the difference, don’t you think?”

[of-invisible-ties]

"looks like that's the last of 'em," hibiki says after glancing at this watch, moving from behind leblanc's counter to collect abandoned coffee cups and plates at the booths. "say, sakura-san.. if you want, you can head out early? i can take care of all the cleanup and lock up tonight. it's good to take it easy once in a while.. 'specially since it's been oddly busy lately. i wonder what's up.."

“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick around.”

It wasn’t that Sojiro distrusted him. Far from it. He was downright impressed by the rapid progress Hibiki made as an employee. At one point, he might’ve thought that the kid was nothing but trouble; yet now he found fondness for him. When Sojiro looked at the kid’s silly grin and mischievous eyes, he swore he saw his younger self staring back. 

“You never know when someone might show up at the last minute. We’re getting oddly popular, huh?”

We? Sometimes, Sojiro swore he’d gotten soft. He supposes that, for better or worse, he’s starting to consider Hibiki as part of this, too.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you posting about Leblanc somewhere? I dunno what you kids’re doing online these days, but I’ve seen you glued to that phone of yours ...”

[of-invisible-ties]

“ i… i can’t move. i’m stuck. you have to go, you know this. ” lucina @ chrom :3c

Meme II Accepting! 

Chrom didn’t budge. This was his daughter, and not even hell itself could keep him from protecting her. He stood in front of her, sword drawn, trying to obscure her from the incoming Risen. His stance spoke his intentions for him: I won’t leave you. 

The first Risen went down easily. It had likely been an amateur swordsman in life, for its prowess in death was pathetic. The next two were cut down by Falchion as well; but the fourth landed a lucky strike on him. Chrom faltered for a moment, wincing from the pain. But he stood up once again, determined to shield his daughter from harm. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw her attempts to dislodge herself from the falling rubble. Chrom would’ve helped her, but the Risen attacked relentlessly. He barely had a moment to catch his breath. Sweat adorned his brow. He tasted blood in his mouth, felt the wounds of battle upon his flesh. He couldn’t last forever. That was a fact.

Not that he cared, of course. Facts and logic went out the window where family was concerned. He’d rather die defending Lucina than selfishly escape with his own life. That was a father’s duty.

More Risen came. They were stronger than their predecessors. Chrom managed to defeat them, but they landed more hits on him, and his pain and fatigue seemed to triple. 

“Lucina!” His voice is hoarse as he calls his daughter’s name. He steals a glance at her. She’s still underneath the rubble. 

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” he mutters, and he runs to her side. More Risen were on the way, but he knew he couldn’t take another wave. Although it was at great peril to them both, Chrom abandoned his post at her protector; he ran to Lucina’s side, trying to pry her from the rubble’s grip. 

“I’m not leaving!” 

He’s practically yelling at this point. Again and again, yelling in distress as he desperately tries to save his daughter. 

He would protect her or die trying. 

[of-invisible-ties]

"your highness, have you a moment?" vanessa's cheeks are flushed, though it's not due to the cold. her gaze rests firmly on the small box in her hands, which she soon offers innes. inside is a small, simple protective charm adorned with a pegasus's feather and an arrowhead. "i wasn't sure what would suit a prince as far as a yuletide gift goes, but.. um.. i wanted to do something for you anyways. i hope it's to your liking, sire.. and that this charm will remind you of me whenever we're apart."

“Thank you, Vanessa. I’m grateful that you went out of your way for me.”

Innes quickly opens the small box, and the charm’s arrowhead gleamed in the light. He smiled when he looked upon it, its symbolism obvious: may your arrows strike ever true. Thankfully, the charm is attached to a bracelet, which he puts upon his wrist. He flexed his arm a bit, watching the feather and arrowhead fly two and fro as he moved. He grins, very much approving of Vanessa’s gift. 

“This is a wonderful gift. Simple, but unique in its design. I assure you that I’ll be wearing it often.”

“If you so wish, why don’t you accompany me to tonight’s party? If someone asks where I procured my charm from, I can point them to the one who designed it.” 

[of-invisible-ties]

❛ I do know some things. ❜ cora @ soren

Meme II Accepting! 

“Of tactics? Yes, I’ve noticed you’ve made quite a lot of progress. I wouldn’t leave our tactics to you at the moment, but, in a few months ... perhaps.”

Soren’s words might have been harsh, but they were true. And there was no time for niceties when you were discussing war tactics. If you let someone incompetent take the helm, you had to let them go or urge them to improve. Otherwise, lives would be forfeit. Although he liked Coralin more than most summoners, he wouldn’t spare her his critiques. 

He slides her a small map and indicates a point in the southwest. 

“If you’d like, we can practice with this map. It’s for today’s training session. If you so wish, you can suggest a strategy.”

“I’ll make certain it’s implemented during today’s matches. We’re starting from the southwest, and we’re meant to make our way up to the north. Do you have any ideas?”

[of-invisible-ties]

❛ Where’s your sense of wonder? ❜ 3h!araceli @ hubert, but she's more amused than anything

Meme II Accepting!

“Right here, Lady Araceli.”

Hubert shows her the cover of the book he’s been reading. It was the second book of the Fenrir trilogy, about a young lady communing with the spirit of a forbidden tome. It was a fascinating piece of fiction. The twists were particularly well done, and the tome’s spirit was just as entertaining as it had been in the previous installment. A ravishing read, in all honesty. He knew she’d appreciate the recommendation. Ever since she caught him reading fiction in his spare time, the two started discussing books and giving each other recommendations. 

“Have you been following this series?”

“It’s about magic that is performed with tomes! Have you ever heard of such a fantastical idea? The premise is used superbly, however. You really ought to give it a read.”