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// Hey-o! These spread around pretty fast, supposedly. Do me a favor and like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting with Aversa from FE13. This blog is multiverse (meaning Fates interaction!), and welcomes OCs along with crossovers! Check out the rules before interacting!//

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Just a few song lyric sentence starters in honour of Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t find my official “Sappy Love Songs” playlist so I just went off memory. Spread the love and the memes this holiday!

Can’t help falling in love

❝ shall I stay? ❞ ❝ wise men say, only fools rush in.  ❞ ❝ some things are meant to be .  ❞ ❝ take my hand.   ❞ ❝ take my whole life too.   ❞ ❝ I can’t help falling in love with you.   ❞

Falling in love in a coffee shop

❝ I think that I’m falling for you. ❞ ❝ I want to come too. ❞ ❝ No one understands me quite like you do. ❞ ❝ I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much. ❞ ❝ It was you. ❞ 

A thousand years 

❝ How to be brave? ❞ ❝ How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? ❞  ❝ Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you.  ❞ ❝ Every hour has come to this. ❞ ❝ Beauty in all she is. ❞ ❝ I will not let anything take away. ❞ 

Coffee and Cigarrettes

❝ Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape. ❞ ❝ So, won’t you sing with me? ❞ ❝ It’s cold outside, and I’m feeling kinda lonely. ❞ ❝ I’m looking up, but I’m feeling kind of down. ❞ ❝ Yeah, I have friends, but they have friends. ❞ ❝ They have parties, and I’m so awkward. ❞ ❝ So what do you say, just as friends, we see a movie This weekend, alright? ❞ ❝ Friday nights are always the same in this town. ❞ 

All about you 

❝ You make my life worthwhile, it’s all about you ❞ ❝ It’s all about you ❞ ❝ I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to ❞ ❝ Hold me close and say three words, like you used to do. ❞ ❝ Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it’s all about you. ❞

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🐰, 💎

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🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures?

// Oh, what a tough question! She does like soft textures for her naps, but I think she is more interested in glossy textures. Something about smooth surfaces appeal to her. For example, a tabletop or lamented paper.//

💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle?

// Who isn’t? I don’t think she is like a dog that would chase a shiny object though. It would inspire her to write, if it interested her. //

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troubadontcha:

Oho, she thinks he’ll be easy on her? Dwyer is very much like his father at times, unlike one would think. But let’s hope she won’t have to glimpse his more domineering side so soon.

“Mmhm. Who knows, maybe I’ll get something out of it too.” The young man isn’t exactly expecting much, but. “Anyhow, it’s far too late at night to begin any ‘friendship activities’ yet. Finish your tea and then we’ll call it a night.”

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A soft sound escaped past her lips. She forgot that it was in the middle of the night. Mitama felt slightly guilty for keeping Dwyer up so long. Although, he did volunteer to do as such. In the end, she decided not to feel too bad.

Instead, she took a hold of her tea cup and drank the rest of her drink. The priestess wiped her mouth with her sleeve before standing up from her seat now.

❝Thank you again for..comforting me. It means a lot to me.❞

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Unusual questions for your muse

🛌- Does your muse prefer to sleep under many layers of blankets or only under a few? 🎀- Does your muse like to accessorize? What are their favorite pieces of accessories? 🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 🛋- Does your muse like to have company over? 📱- Is your muse the “oversharing” type? 🐰- Does your muse prefer soft, plush textures or smooth and glossy textures? 💎- Is your muse drawn to things that sparkle? 🔖- Is your muse a daydreamer? What do they tend to think about? Have they ever caught themselves while lost in thought? 📰- Does your muse like to read the news? 📇- Is your muse a gossiper? 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? 🏚- Does your muse like to explore dangerous places? 🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it? ⛪️- Does your muse enjoy attending churches they don’t belong to? 🛣- Is your muse considered a wanderer? 🐺- Would your muse consider themselves a lone wolf or a social butterfly? 🤝- Does your muse forgive others easily? 🖖- What “Fandoms” would your muse belong to? 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 🎟- Do they like “so bad it’s good” movies? 🎠- Does your muse like amusement parks/carnivals/festivals? 🏝- Could your muse survive on an uninhabited island all by themselves?

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troubadontcha:

“I hadn’t… been intending to offer my own friendship, specifically…” But to be standoffish as usual would be hypocritical of Dwyer. Besides, it’d very well be a lie to claim he didn’t enjoy the girl’s company as well, despite how difficult she could be.

And, c’mon, it wasn’t like they were making some sort of inescapable pact that only the certainty of death could sever.

“But, sure. I suppose I could stand to grow closer with you as well.” The contract is sealed.

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❝Then it’s official! We shall spend more time together so I may develop a better sense of work ethic. Our flower grew here / Away from the field of war / In this room of bloom.❞

A haiku of friendship. Surprisingly, Mitama felt excited for this. She knew Dwyer wouldn’t push her too hard, or suggest preforming activities that would take place outside. It’s beautiful.

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❝If you could handle yourself, you wouldn’t have got injured in the first place.❞

Mitama snapped back as a response. Having to actually use energy to heal someone ungrateful made her irritable. She ignored the other’s words now as she applied a salve that would help the burning sensation in Rhajat’s limb. 

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回 = patching a wound .

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse — // Accepting!

“You know you don’t have to do this, right? I can handle myself.” Rhajat sighs as Mitama tends to the rest of the burns all over Rhajat’s right arm.

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troubadontcha:

Refusing his advice again? Little surprise there. But, ah, Dwyer won’t push it any further. It’s really Mitama’s problem in the end, isn’t it?

But hey, at least he’s succeeded in getting her mind off of those nightmares. Good work there.

“You don’t seem to despise my company, despite our differences. Our shared love of relaxation and sleep isn’t exactly a solid bond.” Dwyer counters, then reaching for another sip of his tea.

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❝Ah, I see where you are getting at. You wish for us to grow closer so I will have someone I desire to protect. Hmhmhm...might prove difficult, but I’m willing to try.❞

Mitama had a perplexed expression on her face. To propose friendship is an odd thought. If that’s what must happen, then so be it. It would be nice to have someone constant in her life though. Outside of her father, there isn’t a common face.

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▤ = falling asleep on them .

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▤ = falling asleep on them 

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How ironic. Isn’t it usually her job to be the one to fall asleep first? It’s sort of humorous that it’s Dwyer instead. Her star-pupil hues gazed at his sleeping figure for a few moments, remaining absolutely still in order not to wake the male.

❝Goodnight and sweet dreams/ Dutiful butler who serves/ Who deserves a break.❞

Mitama’s lips curved into a grin as she closed her own eyes. It wouldn’t hurt to catch a quick nap either. Might as well be Dwyer’s snoozing buddy for the time being.

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♬ = singing to them

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♬ = singing to them

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What a disaster. Yes, these two are artists when it came to craftsmanship with one’s hands, but there was only one who can create with their voice. 

Mitama is in utter awe at Shigure’s voice. He sang like a literal angel! He must have inherited that skill due to being Azura’s son. The priestess, on the other hand, is mediocre in singing. The pink-haired girl really didn’t practice doing such a thing all that often. It required too much energy for her liking. Staying in pitch and such. What a shame that the bluenette had to hear her off-key so often. 

❝A difficult time/ I am having with singing/ I am quite lacking.❞

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troubadontcha:

What possibly could motivate the motionless? All she does is write and sleep, anyway. What more could she be rewarded with? Ugh.

“…Maybe… maybe if you grow closer with everyone, or at least a select few, then you’ll soon feel more of a drive to protect them?” At the very least, it couldn’t hurt; even Dwyer himself seems to get more socialization than the priestess.

“You already have some connections, apparently. Work on strengthening them some more.”

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❝I prefer to be alone. There is tranquility without others.❞

Mitama stated to make sure he knows of her distaste in being around others. It’s not that she hated humanity or anything of that sort. People simply annoyed her easily. 

The priestess was about to shut down the idea completely, but instead held her tongue (for once). Dwyer bothered to give a suggestion when she asked for it. In this circumstance, she won’t sass.

❝E-Er, but I’ll keep that in mind, dear friend. You could be right in saying it could help me.❞

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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troubadontcha:

How difficult. It’s not as if she lacks compassion, just the drive to act on it. To be honest, Dwyer isn’t even entirely sure how that’s possible.

“Hm. It’s certainly how he raised me, but I’ve also deferred a lot of his teachings, regardless. I suppose I’ve just chosen a different means to serve others?” Jakob had always wanted him to combine compassion with a strict will and ferocity; the troubadour preferred a much softer approach, of course.

“Like you said, the horse and the water.” They’re both absolutely stubborn in their own ways.

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❝Aww, I was hoping it’s because you are being forced to do all this like I am..❞

She let her statement wonder, reflecting back on the conversation she had with her priestly father. Azama promised her a very long vacation away from responsibility if she did what she is told during wartime. Mitama is attempting. That’s the best way to put it. 

What she needs now is a drive. The healer thought about what could truly motivate her as she sipped on her tea occasionally. Not even a break in the future gets her out of bed in the morning. Truly she must be forever cursed with this sloth-like nature. 

❝What do you suggest I should do? Not that I’ll actually follow through. Just nice to hear input here and there.❞

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“No joke. Instead of relying on you to deliver a blow to the enemy, it’s relying on you to make sure the fighters stay alive. Not exactly the least stressful of roles.” A quiet sip of his own drink, letting his words settle in for a bit.

“… But if you want to be more useful, why don’t you work towards that? You don’t necessarily have to be available at all times, just… more readily available, I suppose.”

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❝That’s a lot easier said than done. One can bring a horse to a watering-hole, but it doesn’t mean it will drink.❞

The priestess infers she just really has to want it if anything is going to change within her. The desire to work will not suddenly blossom within her and make her a new woman. The thought actually makes her cringe. Differing in her way of life...Disturbing.

❝Even with my dreams/ that frighten me to the core/ My will is missing. What makes you wish to serve others so badly? Is it because your father raised you that way?❞

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