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Affiliated with TOA | Closed rp blog for Soleil from Fire Emblem Fates | Blue Lion Student | Written by Kem

[duskroine]

come back home - & soleil

adoringflirt​:​

Soleil sits up, glaring at the mage. “We’re bound to what, pretty? Bound to not wanting to leave because of some friends? Ophelia if you were going to be so fucking sensitive and indecisive then you should have said no.”

( saying the mages name feels foreign to her. did she go to far? no, she couldn’t have. Ophelia’s the one that wanted to be distant not her. )

Even she doesn’t register the way her voice raises to a shout and how she stands to look down at the mage slightly. “So what if I’m still talking to them. At least I’m not making us look suspicious,” she pauses, allowing herself to breath for a moment.

She was mad but she wasn’t trying to argue. She was already having mixed-feeling about the whole thing anyway— arguing would only make it worse. “Listen if you don’t want to talk to them thinking it would make things better then do that, but I’m not you.”

The question causes her to pause. Would she stay if Laslow gifted her another chance? ( why would she stay? she said she would follow him any and everywhere he went and she meant every word she said. )

“No. If my father is leaving then so am i, no matter who is left behind.” Guilt is soon followed after her words but she ignores the feeling as best as she could. She turns away from Ophelia, finding the wall better to stare at than the frown on her face.

“Do you want to stay?”

          ophelia flinches at soleil’s sudden shout, as if his words hadn’t been the catalyst to such an outburst.  he scoffs, nose crinkled and shoulders rising in defense.   “   don’t you dare attempt to turn this blade in my direction!  i’m merely looking out for us!  cutting ties will be inevitable and you’re only suppressing fate’s decision by continuing to kindle in this foolish desire.   ”

          when soleil stands up, the space between becomes nothing.  the glare in her eyes is dangerous; ophelia bites back with their own.   “   you and your father are barely aiding to the bridge needing to be crushed.  do you understand this, soleil?  that your little wishes to be connected with friends is only damaging the path we have before us!   ”   (   dramatics, dramatics, not needed.  he’s too much, too little, nothing at all the same time.  what is this anger?  this frustration?  and why is soleil becoming its victim?   )

          their glare refuses to waver even as soleil backs down, turning her head away from where ophelia can clearly see most of her expression.  no matter, ophelia turns their gaze to the edge of the mattress behind soleil.  a question is echoed and a pause is taken.  this is stupid.  so stupid of them two   —   what would their fathers say when they arrive and find notice of the argument taking place?  surely, they would find opposing sides to join and… dragons, it’d boil into a mess of its own.

          but soleil’s answer surprises him.  ophelia turns back to her with an arched eyebrow and a tilted head, hands relaxing from the fists they had formed into.   “   y… you wouldn’t?   ”   damn, this confusion!  his gaze digs into soleil’s back, the swordswoman having turned around fully now.

          (   there’s the slightest hint of comfort in her answer.  sudden and although wavering with confidence and regret, soleil’s sure of herself.  of her decision.  ophelia needs that.  he needs that solid voice, that smile.   )

          the question is thrown their way and ophelia swallows the immediate answer hanging off of their tongue.   “   i… i’m not sure.   ”   it’s honest, at least.  if odin had given him a second chance, another moment to think, then what would he do?  stay here?  in nohr?  it’s already finalized that, no matter their decision, their fathers would be leaving with selena.  he could stay, make a name for himself here in nohr and maybe entertain the idea of traveling to the other countries as well.  but without odin?  soleil?

          ophelia steps closer, hesitant almost, and tugs at soleil’s sleeve.   “   the stars are… no, i’m sorry.  i… i shouldn’t have…   ”   of course, soleil would continue to talk with their friends?  he wanted to do the same, badly.  but he won’t, he knows that he won’t.   “   have our friends been well?   ”

          another pause.   “   look, i don’t mean to be harsh, but when fate calls for it, leaving will become difficult if we press on with the bonds we have.  the sooner we end this desire, the smaller its shout is when the day arrives.   ”

for @adoringflirt​

[adoringflirt]

She cannot stop the harsh twitch of her eye at the mention of her father. Her nails dig into the palm of her hand and she bits her lip hard enough to almost draw blood. There was a boundary she had when it came to anything. Keep her father out of it.

Oh how she wished to turn around and yell all she wanted but no, she was going to be the ‘mature’ one here. She feel her throat begin to burn and her eyes water. She wasn’t going to cry— not over something as dumb as this.

They weren’t tears of guilt or sadness. She tells herself in her head. They were just tears. Tears of frustration to be specific. ( such a lie to be told ). She didn’t say anything to Ophelia, even when she answered the question.

This wasn’t her fault, anything but that actually. If Ophelia wanted to be in her feelings and lash out then she could do just that— it wasn’t like she had to listen.

Its only when Ophelia tugs at her sleeve that she turns to face the mage. “Yeah, they have been fine.” She smiles, fixing her composure before tilting her head to the side, laughing slightly. “Don’t worry butterfly I know you meant nothing by it.”

It was a lie— she felt a small feeling of relief hearing the apology. “I’m aware that the day we leave for good comes quicker by the second but its the thought and memories that count really. I don’t want to just stop talking to them and leave them to think i didn’t care by the time I’ve left.”

She pulls Ophelia by the arm and forces her into a small hug, hands lingering on the mages waist a bit to long. She counted in her head from one to five before tossing the mage onto the bed with all her strength, a way of getting back at her for mentioning her father in their argument and upsetting her.

“Now lets go over the notes butterfly. My dad should be here soon.”

[ljosalir]

same issue, different people - & sharena

adoringflirt​:

The tea tasted bitter on her tongue. She would say it needed more sugar but she was sure she added enough. Eyes glance at the girl in the seat in front of her. Blond hair yet her eyes were a fern green and not the grayish blue she thought she was seeing.

( that would be expected because she wasn’t her. she wasn’t the girl that shouted about fate and destiny to the gods above. )

The desire for tea was no longer there— for the third time that evening. It was beginning to piss her off, unable to control the shake to her hands or the twitch of her left eye. Since when did she give a damn about who she had tea with.

( since when did she want there to be only one person she would ever have tea with. )

Her tea cup hits the table with a loud thud as she lets out a frustrated sigh. Count to from one to ten and then ten to one. Calm your nerves. Keep a smile on your face— though there was no smile on her face that shined brightly like the sun she was named after.

She was frowning, fingers massaging her temples. This wasn’t going to work. She could keep that damn mage out of her mind. “I’m sorry Sharena, but i can’t continue this date right now. Maybe another time butter- sorry i mean pretty.”

She doesn’t make an attempt to move from where she’s sitting, choosing to lay her warm head on the cold surface of the table. She needed a drink. Something that wasn’t water or tea.

@ljosalir

         it’s… obvious.  painfully obvious, that soleil’s attention isn’t on the date.

          but sharena’s anything but irritated, quickly leaving the table to grab a plate of pastries from the food counter before returning to soleil staring at her tea.  or glaring, that works too.  sharena doesn’t try to pull her companion out of her daze.  when she was ready to talk then sharena’s sure that she’ll speak up!  pushing her to do so would be ineffective; she’s learned after a while, that pushing someone while they’re down in an attempt to try and get them to open up does the opposite of what the intent is.

         her tea is warm, no longer carrying the steam that it did prior.  askran princess takes a sip and flips a page of the thin book she grabbed from the establishment’s shelf when the two ladies had first walked through the door.  she’s somewhere in the third section of the book when soleil groans in front of her, her cup hitting the table hard enough for the smallest crack to break into the porcelain.  sharena glances up at her from the top of her teacup; she can see one of the teahouse workers staring at their table with wide eyes in her peripheral vision.

          “   soleil, you—   ”   sharena’s interrupted by soleil’s rushed out apology.  to which she only smiles and shakes her head dismissively.   “   it’s fine!  believe me, i understand that some dates just aren’t for certain times.  i’ll go ahead and pay for everything, alright?   ”

          yet as soleil doesn’t make a move to get up, neither does sharena.  askran princess ponders for a moment over soleil’s words before speaking up again,   “   are you… thinking of someone else right now?   ”   followed closely by her waving her free hand in amusement.   “   i can’t blame you if you are!  i’ve met many beautiful ladies back at my home country but, wow, i see that i have yet to see the true extent of how pretty one can be.   ”

          she spins her cup slightly and giggles, leaning forward only when she has soleil’s attention; what one would call a mischievous grin pulling at her lips.   “   what’s the girl’s name?  is she in our house?  black eagles?  golden deer?  ohh, or is it a village girl?   ”

for @adoringflirt​​

[adoringflirt]

“Ophelia Dusk. She’s a golden deer.” A small smile finds it way to her face at the thought of the mage. This is the exact reason why she was so unfocused. Thoughts of the mage always came to her at the most random times.

She lets out another sigh seconds later, smile dropping again. “She’s such a headache but i love her so much,” there’s a pause to her words at the realization of her words— a long pause.

( in what way did she love her? Did she love her in a platonic way? seeing her as nothing more than a best friend who she could go to whenever she was in trouble and cling onto whenever she felt like it. or did she like her in a romantic way? Craving the feeling of her arms wrapped around the mages waist— feeling for the embrace as a reward. )

Nails digs into the palm of her hand as she frowned. “I don’t love her…I don’t think I do.” She doesn’t allow the conversation to stay on her, taking a moment to fix her composure before smirking at Sharena and tilting her head to the side.

( something she learned to do from years of practice. putting up a facade to hide how she really feels. )

“Now now love lets not make this only about me. Who’s that pretty lady you almost always seem to be hanging out with?” She remembers seeing the girl a few times, most being when she was with Sharena.

Soleil leans until she’s inches from her face, whispering as if what she was saying was meant to be a secret. “What was her name again? Eir, isn’t it?” She leans back with a laugh, ignoring the questioning looks they were getting.

[duskroine]

come back home - & soleil

adoringflirt​:​

“My face doesn’t hurt at all really. Once you get used to smiling all the time it just happens.” Its a partial lie but Soleil moves on from the topic. Sometimes its forced and other times it not. Smiling does come naturally to her- that’s only because she does it so much. It takes her a minute to realize that the mage is laughing. Seeing Ophelia act a bit more like her regular self makes Soleil feel a lot better.

Soleil smirks at the mages question. “With such grand taste as yours I’m sure we would be looking for hours butterfly.” The pat to her cheek catches Soleil off guard. Her own hand touches were the mages hand once was and she watches in silence as Ophelia moves out of her embrace to look around her room. “My father should be here very soon. I saw him chatting up a storm with some pretty lady before I got here.”

She almost forgot that they were waiting for them. Soleil had talked to Laslow a lot since the decision, it wasn’t much about where they were going though due to him not telling her much but he did say he had something important to say. It made her anxious to not know what he was going to say. ( she had too much on her mind )She makes her way over to Ophelia’s bed but stops at the question.

“I-“ She stops herself from answering. What was she supposed to say? She knew Ophelia had avoided their friends since the decision but she never stopped talking to them. Stopping herself from having tea dates with strangers and stopping herself from talking to her friends were two different things. ( that would make her feel way worse than she already felt. she would never bring herself to do that… at least for now that is. )

She sighs and sits next to the mage. “Only Nina, but its kinda hard to avoid her when she watches your every movement.” it was another partial lie. She did talk to Nina but she wasn’t being watched by her. She talked to her because she was her friend. Soleil just hoped her lie was good enough for Ophelia to believe. She didn’t need the mage to worry over anything else.

“I feel like we should talk to them though. Avoiding them only makes them more suspicious of us. We’re like the two loudest…well your loud, i’m more annoying.” She refuses to look the mage in her eyes and frowns. She couldn’t help it, smiling all the time was tiring- especially when her feelings were mixed up. She lays on her side away from Ophelia to avoid the mage from seeing the frown that took over her features. Her frown was reserved for herself and her father ( mainly herself, she didn’t like frowning around him either ), no one else and she planned on keeping it that way.

          ophelia narrows his eyes at the comment.  it sounds… unnatural when soleil says it.  yes, smiling can come without much thought or hesitation but when she says it as so… soleil speaks again, this time with a grin that sits pretty on her lips.

          “   of course,   ”   ophelia says, tilting their head in slight amusement.   “   only the best can be gifted to someone such as i.   ”   and emotions, for him, seem only temporary.  those reckless little feelings.  it takes only a mere second for ophelia’s expression to shift into one of what appears to be suppressed guilt.  he shouldn’t be troubled by laslow’s wish to continue talking with women.  in fact, it had nothing to do with him, at all.  but… well… bringing more feelings into this decision would mean only chaos.

          they don’t miss how soleil freezes at the question, how her eyes go wide and her smile stutters.  ophelia raises his head at her, almost accusingly.  almost defiant.   “   you have, haven’t you?   ”   they shouldn’t be angered or irritated, because it wasn’t soleil who agreed to quit talking to others.  the agreement had been a mutter, a soft retaliation, and they had missed it.

          the mattress dips when soleil sits beside him, her words softer than normal.  ophelia stares at her and, upon noticing how aggressive his gaze felt, looks away.  they nod,   “   nina can be… persistent, at times.   ”   has nina also been tracking his every movement?  he wonders this but does not spare it anything more than a moment.  soleil lies down and ophelia almost ponders on doing the same if not for the words that spill from her mouth.

          “   it… well, it matters not if we’re suspicious to their eyes!  as long as they stay away from us, then our own desires to stay will be suppressed.  you do realize that with every conversation, we’re bound to…   ”   and they stop, realizing that they’ve stood up now, hands balled into fists by their side.  a moment of pause.  realization in two.  a frown taints ophelia’s expression,   “   you lied.  you’re still engaging in interactions with our friends, aren’t you?   ”

          they shouldn’t be angry.  they shouldn’t be angry.  then what is this frustration pooling in their chest and mind?  ophelia forces their shoulders to relax, and their breathing to slow down.  their anger is justified, yes!  in fact, soleil’s simply being uncooperative.   “   do you want to stay here?   ”   they ask,   “   if laslow gifted you another choice… would you stay?   ”

for @adoringflirt​

[adoringflirt]

Soleil sits up, glaring at the mage. “We’re bound to what pretty? Bound to not wanting to leave because of some friends? Ophelia if you were going to be so fucking sensitive and indecisive then you should have said no.”

( saying the mages name feels foreign to her. did she go to far? no, she couldn’t have. Ophelia’s the one that wanted to be distant not her. )

Even she doesn’t register the way her voice raises to a shout and how she stands to look down at the mage slightly. “So what if I’m still talking to them. At least I’m not making us look suspicious,” she pauses, allowing herself to breath for a moment.

She was mad but she wasn’t trying to argue. She was already having mixed-feeling about the whole thing anyway— arguing would only make it worse. “Listen if you don’t to talk to them thinking it would make things better then do that, but I’m not you.”

The question causes her to pause. Would she stay if Laslow gifted her another chance? ( why would she stay? she said she would follow him any and everywhere he went and she meant every word she said. )

“No. If my father is leaving then so am i, no matter who is left behind.” Guilt is soon followed after her words but she ignores the feeling as best as she could. She turns away from Ophelia, finding the wall better to stare at than the frown on her face.

“Do you want to stay?”

[adoringflirt]

Same Issue, Different People— & Sharena

The tea tasted bitter on her tongue. She would say it needed more sugar but she was sure she added enough. Eyes glance at the girl in the seat in front of her. Blond hair yet her eyes were a fern green and not the grayish blue she thought she was seeing.

( that would be expected because she wasn’t her. she wasn’t the girl that shouted about fate and destiny to the gods above. )

The desire for tea was no longer there— for the third time that evening. It was beginning to piss her off, unable to control the shake to her hands or the twitch of her left eye. Since when did she give a damn about who she had tea with.

( since when did she want there to be only one person she would ever have tea with. )

Her tea cup hits the table with a loud thud as she lets out a frustrated sigh. Count to from one to ten and then ten to one. Calm your nerves. Keep a smile on your face— though there was no smile on her face that shined brightly like the sun she was named after.

She was frowning, fingers massaging her temples. This wasn’t going to work. She could keep that damn mage out of her mind. “I’m sorry Sharena, but i can’t continue this date right now. Maybe another time butter- sorry i mean pretty.”

She doesn’t make an attempt to move from where she’s sitting, choosing to lay her warm head on the cold surface of the table. She needed a drink. Something that wasn’t water or tea.

@ljosalir

[leneemusing]

another kiss prompt

a kiss to make up for an argument

a dominating kiss to end an argument 

a gentle kiss to ask forgiveness 

a kiss against shoulder blades as arms wrap around from behind 

a kiss against the shoulder after waking up beside each other 

a kiss to distract

a kiss against tear stained cheek

a kiss on the brow 

a kiss where they’re both covered in blood

a kiss after one muse has killed for the other 

a kiss after one muse has injured the other 

a kiss between enemies who should be fighting 

a kiss between exes who meant to walk away 

a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling 

an adoring kiss because the other is rambling 

a kiss to end sexual tension 

an angry kiss 

a tearful kiss 

a kiss to prove a point 

a hesitant kiss 

a kiss from one muse who should be afraid of the other 

a kiss from a muse who the other should be afraid of 

kisses scattered along hardened jaw to try and sooth 

a kiss as if trying to answer a question 

a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort 

a kiss from someone the other didn’t think thought of them that way 

a kiss that says thank you 

a kiss on the corner of the mouth,  hoping for more but expecting nothing 

an exploratory kiss,  testing the waters between them 

a kiss on the forehead of one who is starting to fall asleep 

a kiss against the cheek after discovering the other is napping 

a platonic kiss just meant to express overwhelming emotion 

a kiss to comfort both parties

a kiss stemmed from relief 

a kiss to make the other believe professed feelings 

a possessive kiss to remind the other who they belong to 

a possessive kiss to show the world they belong to each other

a kiss stemmed from jealousy 

a kiss to make someone else jealous 

a biting,  passionate kiss 

a kiss against the neck which feels more like a bite,  teeth bruising skin 

a desperate kiss as if they are convinced they’ll slip through each other’s fingers 

a kiss to make each other feel alive 

a kiss stolen away in a corner,  ignoring crowds 

a kiss after being pulled into an alley to have a moment to themselves 

a kiss after grabbing the other’s arm and pulling them back close 

a kiss to convince the other to stay 

a kiss like they’re trying to convince the other to love them 

a hopeful kiss in the rain

a desperate kiss in the rain 

an angry kiss in the rain 

a possessive kiss in the rain 

a playful,  happy kiss in the rain 

a passionate kiss stemmed from previous heartbreak in the rain 

a kiss in the rain to make up like it’s a damn romcom 

a kiss in the rain filled with the foreboding of a goodbye 

a kiss to make the other stop being stubborn 

a kiss after treating a wound 

a defiant kiss 

a kiss between partners in crime in front of someone they hold captive 

a kiss to anger a third party 

an adrenaline filled kiss shared after committing a crime 

a surprise kiss just because the other couldn’t stop thinking about it 

[adoringflirt]

✪ –A sleepy hug

Small hands tug softly on the rings of her fathers dancer outfit. She was pouting, stomping her feet on the ground slightly. Soleil was happy that her father came to visit her deeprealm. It wasn’t often that he visited her- the last time being almost ten months ago. “ Daaad you can dance later. I wanna hear a story to help me sleep before the pretty lady makes me take a nap without a story. “

If there was one thing Soleil hated, it was taking naps. She couldn’t be overly energized she taking a nap and she didn’t like sitting still. All her whining was answered with a laugh and her being picked up by Laslow. While being carried to her room, Soleil messed her fathers hair- needing something to keep her attention on.

It only took a few minutes into the story for her tired, leaning on Laslow with her arms wrapped around him as far as they could go. She didn’t really know what the story was about but she liked the way his voice vibrated against her ear that rested on his chest. The sound brought her closer to sleep.

When he finished the story opened her eyes completely, fighting her sleep as best as her young self could. “ Do you have to go? “ Her voice was soft and she spoke quietly. She didn’t want him to leave again- the thought alone enough to make her wanna cry. As much as she wanted to beg him to stay longer she knew he had to leave.

Why he had to leave would be something she could understand when she got older. Soft lips press against her head and she lays her head back on his chest, curling up into a small ball. Her small palm hit his chest a couple of times before she drifted off to sleep, quietly speaking her small request.

“ Don’t leave till i fall asleep please. Love you. “

[adoringflirt]

Since I have been impaled to do it...a sleepy hug!

The day had finally come to an pleasing end. Rose on the table along with empty plates and tea cups. Hilda was an interesting girl. There was something about her that Soleil had never seen before. “ I have to say Hilda, not only did you make me work really hard to have this tea date and i mean really hard, but you are like the most beautiful lady I have ever seen. “

The hum she got in response was low, soft even but Soleil didn’t mind. She did talk the girls head off about her looks and interest for a good while. Soleil made quick work of cleaning the table, not giving Hilda a chance to help. It would be rude of her to make her guest clean something she could clean easily.

After finishing, Soleil sat back down, taking a deep breath breath before speaking. “ So Hild- “ Her sentence was stopped with a small gasp. There was a somewhat heavy weight leaning on her side and arms loosely wrapped around her waist. Looking to her side as best as she could, Soleil watched Hilda rest her head on her shoulder and fall asleep.

Laughing to herself quietly, Soleil grabbed Hilda’s hands to remove her arms from their place around her waist. She struggled a bit before finally moving her slightly. “ Why the hell are you so strong? “ The question was answered with silence. She didn’t want to leave her there- not that she was going to do that, but she didn’t know if she could carry her.

With a quick count to three in her head, Soleil picked Hilda up, nearly falling over in the process but she managed to find her footing. She mentally cursed herself but slowly walked Hilda to her room to not wake the girl. The walk there wasn’t that bad but she was happy to be able to put Hilda down. Leaving Hilda in her room to sleep peacefully, Soleil left a rose and a small letter on her desk for her to see when she wakes up.

‘ Hey Princess. This is most definitely from Soleil, the girl that took you out for tea. Hope you sleep well last night. It felt wonderful to have tea with such a beauty like you and i can’t wait to do it again. You can also keep the rose- as a little parting gift from me. Luv ya. ‘

[adoringflirt]

😍 ( does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? ) AND / 💗 ( would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one? )

😍 ( does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? )

Its kinda obvious who Soleil has a crush on but because she hasn’t been here really long there isn’t many people. By default I ship her with Ophelia, Mitama, Nina, and slightly Velouria- but it all depends on the mun.

In toa right now Soleil has a hard crush on Ophelia, an obvious crush on Mitama, and slowly progressing feelings for Elincia ( she doesn’t know what to see her as yet ).

Those feeling will stay that way unless I talk to the mun directly though. She also has some other crushes but they aren’t in toa ( almost all of the female kids in fates but some feelings aren’t as strong as others )

💗 ( would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small private one? )

Bold of you to assume Soleil isn’t the one proposing. But surprisingly Soleil doesn’t want a public proposal. She doesn’t care if its large or small, she just wants it to be private. Its not that she doesn’t want the whole world to know, its just she wants the special moment to be between her and her partner. Though she’s not opposed to having close friends and family be there.

[memes4u]

☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆          Love and Romance

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened. 

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not? 

🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first? 

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts? 

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? 

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with? 

❤️ = Does your muse focus on one person, or do they like to go and date as many people as possible?

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy? 

💙 = Does your muse prefer a night out or a night in? 

💜 = Does your muse date others based on their appearance or personality, or both? 

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date? 

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates? 

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date? 

💗 = Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one? 

💵 = Is money an important factor to consider when dating? Does your muse prefer rich partners? 

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring? 

💍 = Big or small wedding? 

💅🏻 = Does your muse always try to look their best around their partner, or are they comfortable wearing anything around them?

[adoringflirt]

♫ – A hug while dancing

Soleil didn’t think her face could get any redder. Her arms around the poets waist, pulling her close to her chest. “ Its quite rare for me to dance with others, “ she pauses, taking a minute to gather her words so she doesn’t start stuttering like crazy. “ you are someone very special to me. “

The poets arms are around her neck, and gods is she breathtaking. The sunset is beautiful- but it would never be a better sight than Mitama. Soleil doesn’t know how she even ended up like this. A poetry lesson turned into her dancing with the poet. She moved their bodies to a tune she hummed.

Two steps to the right, three steps to the left. Her legs felt numb, like they were going to give out on her. She needed the poet to stare at something else that wasn’t her. Star pupils so charming, and cute, and oh so many other things she could describe them as.

( Those star pupils that Soleil could stare at for hours. She could blame them for the reason why she almost never hears anything the poet says. So lost in her own thoughts. Stars that stood out, brighter than any star in the sky. ) okay simp

Four steps back, one step forward. She removes her arms from around the poet’s waist and moves Mitama’s arms from around her neck. She spins the poet once, maybe twice, she doesn’t remember. She stops when the poet isn’t facing her. Her head rest on the poets shoulder, arms back around her waist.

She sways them side to side. Soleil couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore- she already felt lightheaded. Soleil let out a sigh before tightening her grip on the poet. “ You are too breathtaking to keep staring at me like that. Its almost like you want me to pass out. “

[adoringflirt]

✚ – A hug while cuddling !!!

Soleil hums to herself, fighting the sleep that tries to overtake her. She’s in a sitting position, her arms secured tightly around Ophelia’s waist as her head rested on the mages shoulder. The position she has them in make her worry slightly that she might crush Ophelia if she leans forward. She wants to go to sleep, letting the mages voice ring through her ears.

( the voice that she loved to hear all the time. Smooth but rough. Soft but deep. All the things she loved about hearing the mage speak, even if she couldn’t understand her half of the time. She loved it when she yelled out the name of her spell book as she fought or when she just yelled in general. )

Ophelia’s speaking, but Soleil doesn’t know what she’s saying. “ You talk too much. ” That’s all she says before she moves to lay on her side, taking Ophelia with her. Again she’s speaking, something about crushing weight and annoying people. Soleil traces random shapes on the bare skin of the mages arm with her right index finger.

Her other arm is still wrapped around the mages waist, tightly. Her arm was beginning to get numb- just how could such a small girl weigh so much? It isn’t long until Ophelia is gripping her arm to pull herself out of Soleil’s grasp but that only makes her hug Ophelia with both arms again. The sun wasn’t even close to setting, it was still some time in the afternoon but she could allow herself a small nap.

“ Night butterfly. “ She puts a quick kiss to her shoulder before closing her eyes completely. She wont be letting the mage go for a good while but that would be Ophelia’s problem, not hers.

[oopsiewoopsie123]

⨳ — TYPES OF HUGS;

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dance this song of death - & soleil

duskroine​:

NON-MISSION TASK BOARD: The Ethereal Ball is still months away but that won’t stop students and staff looking forward to it early. There’s one big hiccup at present, however: the Goddess Tower, where hopes and dreams of confessions and romance go to burn bright or crash and peter out, is reportedly being haunted by a nasty ghost. What’s worse, the specter seems to particularly have it out for those touched by love’s embrace. Not to mention, no one is technically allowed inside… Patrol the grounds or bust in, and save the Ball from certain doom.

          the report, at first, does not catch the heroine’s interest.  in evident truth, she has no care for ghosts.  the undead and dead.  the clearly distraught.  instead, she frowns at the rumor, not the idea of the honor that would be given at the triumph of defeating said ghost.  it’s fruitless, an attempt that she looks away from.   (   she’s done with fighting spirits, phantoms, and ghosts.  there’s no sense of worth that comes from reliving the nightmares of war   —   even if for the safety of friends and classmates.  the war is over; those ghosts be damned.   )

          and the worse of details is given a little bit after word spreads of the ghost’s existence; it feeds off of the desire of love.  love for dragon’s sake!  well, sure, she’s not particularly in love but to say that the embrace has left her entirely would be a lie as transparent as glass.  it’s foolish to put herself in the danger of a disadvantage she isn’t sure of.

          but when the topic of love is mentioned, there’s only one soul who simply won’t leave her alone.

          “   may the dragons give me patience,   ”   ophelia mutters, pressing the open pages of her tome against her face and sighing as soleil continues to talk.  her voice a never ending drum to her mind, endless persistence.  and her frustration doesn’t come from the roots of soleil’s attitude towards the rumor, but the mere fact that the more she talks, the more ophelia listens to her, she can’t deny the hints of intrigue that twitch her fingers at the idea.  it’s silly and fruitless and she’s already called it so   —   ophelia pulls the book away and sits up, sending a halfhearted glare at soleil, who’s made herself quite comfortable on the floor beside her bed.

          her shoulders drop as she sighs.   “   let’s say that fate allows us to actually take the passage you speak of,   ”   ophelia starts,   “   then where will we enter from?  the tower has been cast off by a spell of inaccessibility by the monastery’s ruling.  and even if we manage to step onto its floor, how will we defeat the villain within its walls?   ”

          another sigh, ophelia closes her tome and falls back on her bed.   “   in order to be a hero, you must have the capacity to think like a tactician!   ”   as if she was capable of doing the same and soleil was not.

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A ghost that feeds off the desire of love. If Soleil never saw herself dying before, then she really saw it now. She was a loving person, and she did have a few love interest of her own. 

The more Soleil heard the rumors the more she wanted nothing more than to find the ghost and strangle it to death even if it was already dead. Ghost were scary and Soleil didn’t like them, she hated them. 

Soleil laid on her back on the floor of Ophelia’s room beside the mages bed, annoying the mage with her long rant about the ghost. “ Butterfly, this damned ghost could hurt someone,” she begins, siting up to look at the mage who found more interest in the book in front of her. “ what if the ghost was already feeding off of people’s love? I say we kill it. ” 

She wasn’t even sure if there was an actual ghost. She really just wanted to spend more time with the mage. Soleil pouts at Ophelia’s response to her antics before smirking and clutching her chest dramatically. “ Are you really saying The Grand and oh so Great Chosen One Ophelia Dusk can’t use a spell to cancel the main spell and let us in the tower? ”  

She leans on the mages bed and tilts her head slightly. She wasn’t really going to give Ophelia a choice in the matter. “ Come on butterfly, I know your at least a little bit interested in the rumor. And I already told like five cute girls that I would check and you wouldn’t leave me to do that alone...right? “

[adoringflirt]

Matter of Time

theindigoflirt​:

Footsteps falter on their way to his dorm. She’s humming the lullaby, melody only slightly off. Did he sing it to her often? Or were her memories of him fuzzy, as if they’d been torn from each other too soon?

She immediately makes herself comfortable while he busies himself wrapping up his rings. It strikes him, then, he doesn’t even know her name. His own flesh and blood, and he has absolutely no knowledge of it all. 

His heart hurts. His head hurts, thinking about timelines breaking and reforging on the whims of dragons and fate. Inigo sits heavily in his desk chair. The coins on his dancer’s clothes chime softly, but the sound brings no comfort now. 

Her smile drops. Did she, too, learn to smile in order to bolster the friends around her? The unanswered question rings sharply in the quiet room. No, he’s not okay. So many thoughts are whirling through his head… 

“…I don’t…yes and no.” How does one explain he’s reliving a warped version of history again? “I promise I’ll explain things as best I can. First, though, what’s your name?” Shame fills him at the question, a faint blush suffusing his cheeks. To admit he doesn’t even know what he named his future child hurts something deep within him. 

One hand rises to fiddle with his earring.  Naturally, he’s idly considered what he’d name any of his future kids, should he have them. But the list is long, and guessing would be far worse than outright asking. 

Inigo prays she’ll at least grant him forgiveness once things become clear. 

Hazel eyes narrow at the question. “ My name is Soleil Eratid, daughter of Laslow. “ Her nails dig into the flesh of her thigh. She’s anxious now, worried even. She never liked seeing him stressed and didn’t like being stressed herself. 

She can’t allow herself to be anxious. He promised he would explain and she’ll let him. Soleil laughed. Its forced, more to calm herself down than to just be a genuine laugh. A small smile finds its way to her face. If he’s not hurt then she had nothing to worry about. 

She takes her headband off with one hand and hits it against the palm of her other to stop herself from harming her poor thighs. “ Dad, trust me, your ‘story’ can’t be that crazy. “ It takes her a minute before her face brightens up and she’s smiling more. 

“ Is this about your past? Are you finally gonna tell me a little about grandma? “ She knew nothing about her father’s past besides the fact that he was from some different world, his mother passed away and was someone he cared for dearly, and that he went by a different name ( it was like a whole side of him that she didn’t know about ). 

She had to stop herself from asking anymore questions. He will explain everything, all she had to do is sit there and listen. No questions and no opinions, not that she had any opinions really. 

She prayed her mind would be able to understand at least half of what he was going to say.

[melusinezephyr]

All the Cute Things

Girls, they were an enigma. Or at least human girls were. Velouria had been able to understand her sister just as well as she understood herself, but humans were a different story. And the biggest enigma of them all was the girl named Soleil. Much like Ophelia, she seemed familiar to her. However, Soleil was an entirely different story. It was odd the way she casually flirted with anyone and everyone. Velouria had never met someone quite like her before. The first time they had met had been rather confusing, Soleil had seemed flustered by her, much unlike how she usually interacted with other girls. Still, she had given Velouria a treasure and that had made her quite happy. Maybe she would do it again if Velouria talked to her. She had quite liked the last rock, so the next one had better be even better.

Velouria happily ran over to Soleil, her tail wagging excitedly. “So… do you have anything else for me?” Her ears twitched in excitement and anticpation along with her tail. She could hardly wait to find out what Soleil’s answer would be.

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[adoringflirt]

“ Alright cutie don’t forget, later tonight I’ll come over for tea. “ Soleil watches the girl walk away, waiting for her to be fully out of Soleil’s sight before she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. Girls. Soleil would almost do anything for a girl. She couldn’t help the words that left her mouth when speaking to one.

Flirting with girls was just one way Soleil showed her love for them. She also gave girls gifts, though that’s only if she has the time to do it. Which is why she half expected Velouria to run up to her and ask for something. Soleil smiled and looked up at Velouria, ignoring the slight tremble in her legs. Unfortunately, she didn’t have anything to give to girl and that did make Soleil feel bad but she knew something could be done about that.

“ Sadly I don’t have anything to give you. How could I be so careless and not have a special gift on me for such a special girl. “ Soleil tapped her cheek with her right index finger like she was thinking about something. “ We could go find rocks that fit your taste so you could add them to your collection. “ Removing her hand from her cheek, Soleil looked away from Velouria.

She puts her hands together and slides her right hand upwards pulling out a rose from nowhere. Well it was in her sleeve but no one needed to know that. She almost always had a rose in her sleeve, not that there was much of a reason behind it. She handed Velouria the rose before turning away from the girl. “ It’s not much but it’ll do until I can find something better for you. “

She takes a second to think about what to say next before laughing softly. “ Looking for rocks is not really my thing, so where should we start darling? “

[duskroine]

come back home - & soleil

adoringflirt​:

“About whether to remain in this world or return with me to my original world.”

She told him no matter what that she would always be with him. She remembers how she said that she would go with him weeks after that conversation. Soleil promised she would go and it seemed Ophelia chose to do the same. Maybe she said it in the heat of the moment- maybe she wasn’t thinking at all.

Soleil wants, just a little if anything, to know about her fathers past. ( To learn about her grandmother- someone so important and precious to her father. ) What would the others think of her? Selfish for only thinking about herself and what she wanted. That thought alone was one of the main reasons Soleil distance herself from the others.

She stopped asking every pretty girl she seen to have tea with her and even went as far as to avoid them. It was hard, a very difficult task that she would never get used to. She hadn’t started packing. Soleil felt that it was too soon- she could wait a couple days. ( A couple weeks if that was possible. )

Soleil knew she was late, two hours late to be exact. She had to fix the facade she worked so hard on making. The last thing she needed right now would be to worry Ophelia more than mage already was. She knocks on the door hard twice, a signal to let the mage know it was her a not someone else. She waits for the mage to open the door, its only a little though but Soleil lets Ophelia take her time.

The grin on her face is something that can’t go unnoticed. It’s slightly forced but seeing the mage is enough to make her relax. She shakes her head at the question. “It feels too soon to pack. Besides we aren’t leaving just yet.” Her words leave a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. Leaving. Why did it have to be said like that? It was true they might not come back but it still didn’t feel right to say.

She lets Ophelia finish talking. She wasn’t going to interrupt her- that would have only made her anxious. Soleil remembers what her father said, of course she did. She still wasn’t going to pack until around the last day or so. She pushes her palm flat against the mages door before closing it. She then turns her attention to Ophelia and pulls her into a small embrace.

She rocks them back and forth before laughing quietly. it was a laugh full of anxiety but she needed the air to be less tensed or else she would feel terribly anxious herself. “Calm down butterfly. We have a week to prepare. Lets not let the first day be so stressful.” She lets her go slowly, the smile on her face never faltering. She lets her hands rest on the mages hips- not wanting to fully let go.

“I’m going to need to see a smile on your face before we do anything else. And yes, we can go to the market.” She waits a moment. Thinking of the right way to say her next words to not offend the mage. “We can find an outfit that can make you feel more heroic.”

          “   i understand but pushing it back might cause a delay in the schedule.   ”   there’s a comfort in knowing that soleil thinks the same as her.  it’s too early to pack, to see her room free of its contents, to see the absence of character in where she sleeps.  it feels too early to do many things; packing is just one of them.

          the door shuts with a click and ophelia turns around, setting the obsidian crystal back down on her desk, beside the row of stones.  all she can let out is a small gasp before soleil tugs on her wrist and she’s suddenly pressed against the swordswoman’s front.  her hands grab onto her collar, mainly for support rather than to pull her closer, but it does just so.  soleil isn’t warm.  she’s cold, actually.  the last bits of armor she wears pressing awfully jagged against ophelia’s chest but it’s a coldness that she… likes.  tense shoulders lower significantly, her facial muscles relax   —   she lies her head against the front of soleil’s shoulder.

          soleil rocks the two of them and it takes a moment for ophelia to fall smoothly into the motion.  she allows soleil to tighten the embrace and sway to each side, slowly.  carefully.  as if she was scared that ophelia would break at the quickest movement.  her foot rises in the sway, soleil’s laughter rings close to her ears and her nose twitches at the sound.  it’s loud, but not unwelcome.  loud in a sense of needing to be loud.

          (   it’s now, that ophelia realizes the lack of volume in her voice.  the usual rumble of thunder in her throat.  she cannot remember the last time she talked to a friend without feeling the guilt sink into the syllables of her words.   )

          ophelia laughs at the nickname, her grip on soleil tightening as her shoulders shake.  now, it’s there.  the slightest raise in her voice as her laughter veers out of anxious territory.  she’s laughing, maybe not as full or obnoxious as normal, but she’s laughing.  there’s space between them now   —   ophelia stifles the rest of her laughter behind the pads of her fingers.   “   it’s been well more than a week that fate has finalized our decision but i agree, i’m sorry.   ”   her apology is small, though.  barely the same voice as before.

          scarred hands weigh heavy on her hips.   “   well, your face must hurt from smiling so much…   ”   but ophelia smiles.  it’s optimistic   —   soleil’s smile looks optimistic, but the thought is only her own.  a quirk of her brow at the mention of something heroic for her.   “   and you’re positive this won’t become a challenge; finding something fitting for the chosen one, yes?   ”

          she reaches up and pats soleil on the cheek before pulling herself out of the embrace.  a glance around the room; she’ll have to continue straightening up soon.  but… soleil’s right.  it’s too early to pack everything up.  so, ophelia turns back to soleil and gestures to the bed.   “   as much as excitement is bubbling underneath my skin, it’s best if we stay for a bit and wait for our fathers to arrive.   ”   for what, exactly?  when odin had pulled her aside yesterday and told her of today’s plans, he was calm.  a whispering voice and a lack of flashy poses; his words were concrete and solid.  he was serious   —   it’ll be a heavy topic of their homeland.

          ophelia’s frown is fleeting.  she turns her back on soleil and makes her way to the bed, pushing aside a few bundles of capes to settle down on the mattress.  the words leave her lips on instinct   —   as if the mere hint of commitment could crumble so easily at the feeling of comfort,   “   have you spoken to any of our friends since the decision?   ”   because i haven’t, she wants to add, i want to and i haven’t.

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[adoringflirt]

“My face doesn’t hurt at all really. Once you get used to smiling all the time it just happens.” Its a partial lie but Soleil moves on from the topic. Sometimes its forced and other times it not. Smiling does come naturally to her- that’s only because she does it so much. It takes her a minute to realize that the mage is laughing. Seeing Ophelia act a bit more like her regular self makes Soleil feel a lot better.

Soleil smirks at the mages question. “With such grand taste as yours I’m sure we would be looking for hours butterfly.” The pat to her cheek catches Soleil off guard. Her own hand touches were the mages hand once was and she watches in silence as Ophelia moves out of her embrace to look around her room. “My father should be here very soon. I saw him chatting up a storm with some pretty lady before I got here.”

She almost forgot that they were waiting for them. Soleil had talked to Laslow a lot since the decision, it wasn’t much about where they were going though due to him not telling her much but he did say he had something important to say. It made her anxious to not know what he was going to say. ( she had too much on her mind )She makes her way over to Ophelia’s bed but stops at the question.

“I-“ She stops herself from answering. What was she supposed to say? She knew Ophelia had avoided their friends since the decision but she never stopped talking to them. Stopping herself from having tea dates with strangers and stopping herself from talking to her friends were two different things. ( that would make her feel way worse than she already felt. she would never bring herself to do that… at least for now that is. )

She sighs and sits next to the mage. “Only Nina, but its kinda hard to avoid her when she watches your every movement.” it was another partial lie. She did talk to Nina but she wasn’t being watched by her. She talked to her because she was her friend. Soleil just hoped her lie was good enough for Ophelia to believe. She didn’t need the mage to worry over anything else.

“I feel like we should talk to them though. Avoiding them only makes them more suspicious of us. Were like the two loudest…well your loud, i’m more annoying.” She refuses to look the mage in her eyes and frowns. She couldn’t help it, smiling all the time was tiring- especially when her feelings were mixed up. She lays on her side away from Ophelia to avoid the mage from seeing the frown that took over her features. Her frown was reserved for herself and her father ( mainly herself, she didn’t like frowning around him either ), no one else and she planned on keeping it that way.

[duskroine]

come back home - & soleil

          they’re leaving.  the promise has been made, efforts all dealt by a mighty fist of desire.  they’re leaving and she shouldn’t face this fact with the heavy emotion of skepticism if the plans had already been made.  there was no honor in going back on a word.  tearing apart a father’s wish and his familial need to be home.   (   that is not your home.  it never was.  ophelia dusk is from the country of nohr, not the land of ylisse.  you are not your father; he was not raised within the depths of a fake home beneath a glass structured sky.   )   but ophelia is anything but needlessly selfish.

          her room is barren, no longer the mess that supported the feeling of closeness she often required of a home.  but she unpacks it all instantly   —   unable to take the sight of emptiness.  her tomes are tucked back into her bookshelves, scrolls a many litter her bed and it’s as she moves to set up the clothing in her wardrobe that she stops.  hands hovering over her cloak, a bit of ways hovering from the hanger it should be rested on.  there’s an itch in her; scratching at her throat and poking at her mind.

          there is no denial in the fact that she wants to leave.  explore every ruin of ylisse and do so at her father’s side.  ophelia wants this badly: the feeling of having her curiosity fed like a curled up kitten.  the pleasure of having something to fuel her excitement   —   new land, weapons of a variety, new life, new wishes.  but it calls for a sacrifice that she isn’t sure of making.

          a knock at her door startles ophelia, the cloak falls from her hands as she whips her head around in the sound’s direction.  two steady raps against hard wood.  she waits, a pause in her actions before she hurries to the door.  bare hands grab at the door’s handle   (   her gloves were among the pieces of clothing tossed in a suitcase, one she would take.   )   and she waits another moment to turn it.  a click echoes after the door hinges creak; ophelia peeks through the small crack between the door and the wall.

          the sight of pink curls and wide eyes cause her to yank the door open.   “   soleil!  the chosen one is quite… unimpressed by your attitude of betraying fate’s promise of a proper arrival.   ”   truthfully so, she’s comforted by the swordswoman’s coming, even if it’s late and should have been here an hour or two ago. her grip on the handle softens and her shoulders relax, lowering to a normal stance as she steps to the side and pulls soleil into her house.   “   father has not yet graced my abode with his presence.   ”   she says, quickly closing the door behind her.   “   you’ve packed, yes?   ”

          but it does not take a genius to know that this isn’t what she wants to ask.  ‘has any of our friends spoke to you?  did they seem worried?  scared?  has a small dragon come knocking at your door a bit more than usual?  have you begun looking over your shoulder as a habit now?’  yet she swallows each question and puts a brave smile on.  she is not scared of what is to come.  the only fright that exists is in everything she’ll be leaving behind.

          “   i must confess to not doing the same…   ”   her comment is small but said with a raised chin and a prideful gesture to the mess that has become her room now.  it feels right.  everything feels as if it should be there.  ophelia walks back into her room and begins rearranging the collection of stones on her dresser.  her others lie hidden in the chest beneath her bed, along with half finished scrolls and torn pages from tomes.   “   i hope your mind kept tight to the information that laslow said; to pack lightly.  it’s a difficult task to carry things over to—”   there’s a tug in her throat.   “—there.  to bring things there.   ”

          she sighs,   “   fate has intentions of keeping the chosen one stuck in her room for the short period of cleaning required but if need be and all falls to it, we may travel down to the marketplace incase you wish to bear different attire upon our retreating day.   ”

          (   retreating day sounds an awful lot like running away when in the face of their situation.  no, not situation.  their choice.  everything comes with a choice, a decision, the one lining not like the silver between clouds.  they had a choice and they made it.  there was no turning back now.   )

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[adoringflirt]

“About whether to remain in this world or return with me to my original world.”

She told him no matter what that she would always be with him. She remembers how she said that she would go with him weeks after that conversation. Soleil promised she would go and it seemed Ophelia chose to do the same. Maybe she said it in the heat of the moment- maybe she wasn’t thinking at all.

Soleil wants, just a little if anything, to know about her fathers past. ( To learn about her grandmother- someone so important and precious to her father. ) What would the others think of her? Selfish for only thinking about herself and what she wanted. That thought alone was one of the main reasons Soleil distance herself from the others.

She stopped asking every pretty girl she seen to have tea with her and even went as far as to avoid them. It was hard, a very difficult task that she would never get used to. She hadn’t started packing. Soleil felt that it was too soon- she could wait a couple days. ( A couple weeks if that was possible. )

Soleil knew she was late, two hours late to be exact. She had to fix the facade she worked so hard on making. The last thing she needed right now would be to worry Ophelia more than mage already was. She knocks on the door hard twice, a signal to let the mage know it was her a not someone else. She waits for the mage to open the door, its only a little though but Soleil lets Ophelia take her time.

The grin on her face is something that can’t go unnoticed. It’s slightly forced but seeing the mage is enough to make her relax. She shakes her head at the question. “It feels too soon to pack. Besides we aren’t leaving just yet.” Her words leave a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. Leaving. Why did it have to be said like that? It was true they might not come back but it still didn’t feel right to say.

She lets Ophelia finish talking. She wasn’t going to interrupt her- that would have only made her anxious. Soleil remembers what her father said, of course she did. She still wasn’t going to pack until around the last day or so. She pushes her palm flat against the mages door before closing it. She then turns her attention to Ophelia and pulls her into a small embrace.

She rocks them back and forth before laughing quietly. it was a laugh full of anxiety but she needed the air to be less tensed or else she would feel terribly anxious herself. “Calm down butterfly. We have a week to prepare. Lets not let the first day be so stressful.” She lets her go slowly, the smile on her face never faltering. She lets her hands rest on the mages hips- not wanting to fully let go.

“I’m going to need to see a smile on your face before we do anything else. And yes, we can go to the market.” She waits a moment. Thinking of the right way to say her next words to not offend the mage. “We can find an outfit that can make you feel more heroic.”