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Indie RP blog Noire: Fire Emblem Awakening Status: Online!

[anemicarcher-blog]

"Hey Noire...? There's something that I'd like to ask you..."

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

Severa sighed as she continued watching her friend. Or maybe she was just obvious and she didn’t pay attention as much. She did know when she wasn’t feeling that well. Did that even count?

She blushed when Noire kissed her hand and moved her hand so that it was holding onto the archer’s. “…It’ll be easier to watch over you at least and I wouldn’t have to worry about Morgan getting jealous if I come over to look after you.”

Ok, that came out worse than she expected. “Do you mind… sharing me with Morgan?”

[anemicarcher-blog]

Morgan? Jealous? Noire had to crack a smile at THAT mental image. She’d never seen him even anything sort of similar to jealous, so she imagined that it might look like an indignant little bird with it’s feathers ruffled on him. How cute!

“Sev... I.. Of course-” Noire finally said, and when it was spoken aloud rather than just repeated frantically over and over in her mind she even looked a little surprised that she’d managed to find the words. She and Severa were going to be more than best friends now, and honestly she couldn’t have been more excited to see how things were going to pan out from here. 

“Ehehe... I probably wouldn’t say yes so easily if it were anyone else, you know.” Twiddling her thumbs, Noire peeked shyly up at her new girlfriend. “N-not many people are worthy of my best friend.”

[kid-tactician]

//Hey guys! Some’ve you have probably already seen this picture, but, uh, here it is again! This time it’s because 100 people are now following me, which is… really surprising? Wow. A hundred entire people. I know some of you guys are here ‘cause of my Owain sideblog but hey, I’ll take what I can get.

Anyways, I thought I’d do some sort of giveaway! Since y’all have to suffer through me posting all sorts of nonsense and not actually… getting to replies very often… haha… But regardless, here’s how it’s gonna go down:

This really only goes for people who were following me as of before I posted this. I’m not interested in gaining followers, just kinda celebrating that I have some already.

If you want to be in on this, one like and one reblog is good – each’ll get you an entry. I’ll pick the winners randomly.

Three people will win and each will get five (5) of these things, i.e. pins that look like FE:A skills. If there’s a skill you want that I don’t have shown here, I can make those too.

These are literal physical objects that will be shipped to you, so you have to be okay with giving me some sort of address. International shipping is not a problem.

I’m gonna say that this’ll go to… May 15th. Next friday. I think that’s a friday? I’ll pick the winners that saturday. If winners don’t get back to me a week after I notify them, I’ll pick a new winner.

I think that’s it, but if you have any questions feel free to throw them at me! And thanks for following me! :>

[anemicarcher-blog]

Drew this for a particular set of morgans but I’m posting this here too by request for Morgana

[anemicarcher-blog]

"Hey Noire...? There's something that I'd like to ask you..."

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

“Ye–” Before Severa could answer her friend, she was kissed! And this wasn’t just a friendship kiss either, it was a deeper kiss. So it was true. Noire really did love her. Then why didn’t she… duh. Typical, timid Noire… She’d probably die of embarrassment before admitting that she loved her.

She pulled back to breathe and blushed. Well.. that was an unexpected kiss, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. The redhead caressed the other’s woman’s cheek and looked at her. “So.. I guess that’s true.” She chuckled, now feeling more nervous about bringing this topic up. 

“You see… the reason why I asked was.. Morgan figured out that you liked me. And he uh… wanted you to be with both him and me. I-If you want to I…” Now she was losing herself.

[anemicarcher-blog]

Severa wasn't the only one to let out a chuckle upon their parting, though Noire's own laugh was something more sinister as her cheek was cupped. 

“Heehee... W-well he IS his mother's son,” Noire pointed out about Morgan. At times she seemed to blame things too easily on one's blood, but in this case it really did fit. “So I suppose him being able to tell my feelings was to be expected. Being able to read your allies is a valuable skill.” Clearing her throat, she turned her face shyly to place a gentle kiss on Severa's palm.

“Sev, now you're starting to sound like me.” She teased, her friends creeping nervousness becoming more apparent. “Would being together… make you happy?”

[anemicarcher-blog]

"Hey Noire...? There's something that I'd like to ask you..."

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

Severa stepped forward, her face pink from embarrassment. “Noire, just answer me. Please. I’m your friend aren’t I?” She placed her hands onto the other’s forearms. “…Morgan told me that you might, but I need to hear it from you. Do you… like me?”

There she goes, scared to know how she felt honestly. Depending on her answer, she’ll tell her about Morgan’s plans for the future, but even then.. this was still embarrassing! 

“…I like you… Noire. I had for awhile.” She mumbled. Maybe that was just going to complicate things even more.

[anemicarcher-blog]

Noire barely flinched when Severa had placed her hands on her forearms. It was unlike the cowardice archer to stand her ground upon being unexpectedly touched, but this was Severa! Her trusted friend had earned that much years ago.

“You…!”

Eyes wide, Noire let out a breathy and elated sort of gasp in response. If happiness had a noise, Noire was certain that it might have sounded a little something like that. Severa liked her??

“You do?" Noire blurted, and without warning leaned forward to press her lips against Severa's in a way that felt both dominant and tentative at the same.

[anemicarcher-blog]

"U-Uhm, hi Noire." Morgan approached her, his voice wavering a bit "I-I hope you don't get upset at me for this, but someone made me do this and I-I don't really have any control over it." The tactician took in a nervous breath and then softly, gently, pressed his lips to Noire's, and just for a few seconds. "U-Uhm, if you didn't like the kiss, I-I'm sorry."

“Someone made you do… what?” The archer asked uncertainly, her expression concerned for her friend. Had someone put him up to something he didn’t want to do?

It was then that the tactician leaned forward and did something that Noire never in a million years would have imagined him to do with her.

He kissed her.

She froze stock still in reply with her eyes wide in utter bewilderment. The action was soft and innocent of course, but the urge to hyperventilate when they parted was still definitely strong. 

“M-morgan!!” Noire whispered urgently upon re-finding her voice, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves. “What if Severa had seen you!? W-what if my mother! Oh nooo…” 

[morganthetactician]

“And that’s a reason why not because…?” Morgan tilted his head and chuckled, offering her that bright smile of his. “Maybe your mother is obsessed with mine, but the way I see it, that has nothing to do with you. That’s your mother, but not you.” He didn’t even give it a second thought. He just said that part without hesitation. Yes, maybe that was a fact, but it was hardly any negative against Noire.

The blush returned to his face when she commented that just about everyone in camp liked him at least a little. “I dunno, I mean…” Morgan started, “…uhm…” He tried to think of someone who maybe didn’t like him but he was drawing up blanks. “Erm…maybe you’re right.” He smiled again but that didn’t stop him from blushing at all. 

“And do you think I’d ever say something like that and not mean it?” He asked in reply. “B-But to answer your question…y-yes, I really think you’re cute…”

[anemicarcher-blog]

Eep! Of course Tharja’s strange obsession with the tactician didn’t have anything to do with THEM, but Noire didn’t trust her mother to not try and make it about them somehow... the archer shuddered at the thought of her mother finding out. There was no way that she wanted to be used as some sort of creepy vessel for messages from one woman to the other. 

“Mom would be so jealous if she knew.. ehehe.. she’s always going on about— well, maybe... w-we shouldn’t get into that.” Taking his hands again, Noire smiled. 

“The important thing is that we never tell her.” Clearing her throat, Noire confessed, “Morgan... I want to kiss you back. I think you’re cute too.. b-but please, let’s talk to Severa...” 

More than anything she didn’t want to become attached to a concept only for it to be pulled out from under her.

[anemicarcher-blog]

"Hey Noire...? There's something that I'd like to ask you..."

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

“Dishes? That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.” She blushed as she continued. “Uhm… well.. the thing is.” Dear Naga, how was she supposed to start this?! “Do you.. like me?”

[anemicarcher-blog]

Noire let out a heavy sigh of relief, a bit of colour actually returning to her pale cheeks. Truthfully she had accidentally broken a dish or two, and the still stinging slice along her forearm was proof of that alone, but that wasn’t what Severa was confronting her about.

No, what Severa was confronting her about was far scarier than any scolding. Scarier than one of her mothers testing sessions? Absolutely not! But Noire still felt quite nauseous. Would her reply cost her their friendship?

“Do I.. I.. um.” Pressing her palm to her own forehead, she giggled deliriously. “... Did Morgan tell you that?” 

[anemicarcher-blog]

"Hey Noire...? There's something that I'd like to ask you..."

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

"A-Are you a fruit?" Noire asked, practically muffled by her own hand. "Because honeydew you know how f-fine you look? Heehee."

“Me? A fruit?” She blinked, wondering what is wrong with Noire and took her hands. “Compared to you, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

Severa smiled as she moved closer to Noire and placed her other hand onto her waist. “Me? Too good for you? Please.” She scoffed and pulled her close. “I’m never too good for you Noire. You’re my friend. Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with you?”

[anemicarcher-blog]

This new position had been a little more intimate than Noire had been expecting, and instantly her eyes opened, her lashes fluttering in bewilderment at Severa. 

“Well.... I.. don’t know.” She blurted, squirming under the hand pressed to her waist, but she didn’t quite pull away yet. “Plenty of people would prefer not to spend time with me.”

[anemicarcher-blog]

"U-Uhm, hi Noire." Morgan approached her, his voice wavering a bit "I-I hope you don't get upset at me for this, but someone made me do this and I-I don't really have any control over it." The tactician took in a nervous breath and then softly, gently, pressed his lips to Noire's, and just for a few seconds. "U-Uhm, if you didn't like the kiss, I-I'm sorry."

“Someone made you do… what?” The archer asked uncertainly, her expression concerned for her friend. Had someone put him up to something he didn’t want to do?

It was then that the tactician leaned forward and did something that Noire never in a million years would have imagined him to do with her.

He kissed her.

She froze stock still in reply with her eyes wide in utter bewilderment. The action was soft and innocent of course, but the urge to hyperventilate when they parted was still definitely strong. 

“M-morgan!!” Noire whispered urgently upon re-finding her voice, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves. “What if Severa had seen you!? W-what if my mother! Oh nooo…” 

[morganthetactician]

There was a noticeable dusting of red in his cheeks as he tried to gather his own thoughts and feelings on the matter. Morgan did like Noire, a lot. She was one of his favorite people among the Shepherds, and really only Severa and family trumpted her. Even then, Morgan felt something that he thought might be stronger than friendship toward her, and he knew there were certainly some feelings between Severa and Noire. Maybe this would be for the best. 

“W-Well, sure, why not?” Morgan managed out finally. “I mean I’m sure you and Sevvy have some feelings for each other and as for me, I…” He looked down his face glowing as the blush became clearer in his face. “I…think you’re really nice and sweet a-and pretty cute too…I-I mean I don’t know how you feel about me but…Maybe…all three of us can be happy together if we talk to Sevvy about it?”

[anemicarcher-blog]

Fingers clasped together, Noire raised her hands toward her face to cover her lips with. ‘Why not?’ Such a Morgan question to ask... 

“My mother is obsessed with yours.” She pointed out first of all, ever the pessimist, Noire was ready to continue if he needed anymore reasons why ‘not’ was a solid plan, Not that she wasn’t interested in the thought of maybe dating him! But the idea of not only obtaining a boyfriend, but also a girlfriend in the same day was a little jarring for someone who normally went unnoticed romantically. 

“Morgan, I don’t think theres a single person here in camp who doesn’t like you at least a little.” She said with a small giggle. There was no need to get ahead of herself.. there was a real possibility that Morgan had just been reading Severa wrong and this isn’t what she’d wanted at all. Hoo boy, they’d both be pretty embarrassed then! For her own sanity, she tried not to think about it.

“.... Do you really think I’m cute?”

[stahlwart]

Searching || Stahl & Noire

[stahlwart]

⋙      {  ♘  }    ❝ I didn’t mean it literally, but that’s a good point! ❞            What if he did leave it somewhere some one could stumble            over it?!  It was bad enough to be a knight without your weapon            of sworn oaths, but to be inconveniencing and potentially hurting            another was most unforgivable.   He’d have to find his lance            at once.

           {  ♘  }     ❝ Nᴏɪʀᴇ, please, you have to help me find it            before some one gets hurt! ❞  It was unlikely that he left it in            the open like that, but he couldn’t be too careful.  Not when            scraped knees were at risk.

[anemicarcher-blog]

“Oh,” Noire swallowed hard. There was always something nerve wracking about someone asking her for help with something, no matter how simple the task, or if she had been about to do it herself anyway. Someone asking her to do something implied that she could possibly let them down!

“S-Sure! I’ll help you find it, Stahl. Four eyes are better than two, I guess....” Trailing off, she nervously wrung her hands along the edge of her bow. 

“Do you by chance remember where you left it last?”

[daughterofhexes-blog-blog]

"I needed you and you weren’t there."

   “…you…”

   “…you weren’t there for me, either.”

[anemicarcher-blog]

Noire was… not expecting that response, certainly. “That,” She began, her hands clenched so tight that the fingernails bit crescents into her skin. “That's true.” She managed to say, her voice weak but audible nonetheless.

“I wasn't… a-and I should have been. But—” Was there even anything she could say to redeem herself in that moment?

[anemicarcher-blog]

"U-Uhm, hi Noire." Morgan approached her, his voice wavering a bit "I-I hope you don't get upset at me for this, but someone made me do this and I-I don't really have any control over it." The tactician took in a nervous breath and then softly, gently, pressed his lips to Noire's, and just for a few seconds. "U-Uhm, if you didn't like the kiss, I-I'm sorry."

“Someone made you do… what?” The archer asked uncertainly, her expression concerned for her friend. Had someone put him up to something he didn’t want to do?

It was then that the tactician leaned forward and did something that Noire never in a million years would have imagined him to do with her.

He kissed her.

She froze stock still in reply with her eyes wide in utter bewilderment. The action was soft and innocent of course, but the urge to hyperventilate when they parted was still definitely strong. 

“M-morgan!!” Noire whispered urgently upon re-finding her voice, her fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves. “What if Severa had seen you!? W-what if my mother! Oh nooo…” 

[morganthetactician]

“Y-You did?” The tactician’s face brightened up a little when she said she liked the kiss. He still felt a little guilty that he’d enjoyed the kiss so much, but he had this sneaking suspicion about something. It wasn’t something he and Severa had openly discussed yet, but it was something he intended to…and really, if it was her intent, Morgan wouldn’t mind all that much.

“She…well, told me that I should go kiss you. Softly, but still kiss you. I think maybe…” He shuffled his feet a little nervously, trying to find the words for it. “I think she wants…us to be together. I-I mean…the three of us. What I’m trying to say is, I think Sevvy likes you…and…I think I do too. We still love each other, don’t get me wrong but…I think maybe she wants you to be with us too so it will be, well…the three of us. Erm, I haven’t asked her explicitly, but it seems a lot like that’s what’s on her mind.” 

He let out a deep breath. That had not been easy to say, though he’d made it seem that way…sort of. At least he hadn’t wavered to much. 

“…I’m not sure what you think about that, but…well, we’ll still have to talk to her about it too, anyway…”

[anemicarcher-blog]

Abruptly, the archer released his hand and let it drop back to his side once she was sure that he wasn’t about to run off on her.

“Yes.” She said softly, averting her gaze. Her face burned with shame, but there was no sense in lying to him. She wanted more than anything to never hurt Morgan’s feelings. Politely, she listened to him talk with her head still bowed, but looked up at the mention... or rather, the invitation into a potential relationship.

“I.. ” Noire stammered, looking a little light-headed. “I’m not...” She murmured quietly, her hands clasping together. Of course she’d had feelings for Severa that went deeper than what she’d always claimed for many years now, and Morgan was undoubtedly charming and kind... when she’d heard of their relationship initially, the feeling was certainly bittersweet. Why shouldn’t she have been happy for her two favorite people? 

“You’re sure you’d want that? Me... I mean.” 

[anemicarcher-blog]

((OOC))

Hhhh I really think tumblr is eating the asks I’ve been sending out lately and it’s getting really frustrating (☍﹏⁰)

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

I missed you || Noire & Severa

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

Severa continued fighting along the front lines until the bandits were no more then walked towards the archer. “Noire? Are you alright? Probably not. Come on, let’s go back. I’m sure Lucina and the others are more than happy to see that you’re doing fine.” She offered her hand to the other. She just wouldn’t tell Noire how happy she was to see her again.

“Yeah.. all the bandits are gone. We’re here back together again. You don’t have to worry anymore.” The redhead sighed as she turned to look away for a moment. “There’s.. so much that I want to talk to you about, I don’t know where to begin.”

[anemicarcher-blog]

“Lucina is with you, too?” Noire asked, sniffling back against some of the fretful tears that’d never fully stopped during the battle. “Who else? Brady? Owain?” She questioned, optimistic as she reached out to take ahold of Severa’s hand with no intentions of letting it go anytime soon now that she was back with her, safe and sound. 

Severa might not have known where to start, but as they walked, Noire was possibly more chatty than she’d ever been. “How long have you been here?” She asked, struggling to keep up. “Were you hurt at all in the battle? Did you ever find t-them.. you know.. your mother and father?”

[spacemonstah]

[stahlwart]

⋙      {  ♘  }    ❝ Uʜʜ…  You wouldn’t have happened to stumble            on a lance around here, would you? ❞  Losing his weapon            was the absolute last thing he needed right now.

[anemicarcher-blog]

“Stumble?” Noire murmured in reply, though the sound was barely audible. She of course hadn’t seen the weapon that Stahl was asking about, but the girl was too busy taking him quite literally, and being lost in her paranoid daydreams to articulate a reply beyond shaking her head.

“... Why.. why would you leave your weapon somewhere that someone could trip over it? What if someone gets hurt?”

Biting her lip, Noire looked up at Stahl with wide concerned eyes.