shrinking violet

A dancer who travels across the continent in a theatre troupe. She's extremely shy and withdrawn, but a dancing genius with many fans across the lands. apartment i-4, armed with a wooden sword and the ability to special dance three times a day. employed at doki doki naito kurabu as a dancer.

[bladedances]

You feel the need to tell everyone about your son within the first minute of conversation, including his birthday/eye color/etc.

im gonna keep rolling with these because for some reason this doesnt seem far from the truth anyway

"well, i do love my son very much! he gets his white hair from his father, i suppose since white hair doesn`t really run in my family, but i think it suits him quite well, don`t you agree? inigo always said he felt like he was snow white, but he was so embarrassed when he realized that snow white is actually a princess. would you like to see the drawings he made of him being snow white? i kept all of them!"

[plegixn-deactivated20200416]

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"does this mean you`ll form that dance troupe with me, tharja? i knew you had it in you!"

"Oh you didn’t di—-I mean… Whatever your name is…" giggle..

"Let our moves bring warmth into the lives of the population of this city."

[bladedances]

"i didn`t expect you to feel so passionate about this! but don`t worry, we can start right away! i already have our dance uniforms designed..."

[bladedances]

You are the most famous dancer in all of Hive City.

"it`s so embarrassing... i really can`t go anywhere without feeling everyone`s eyes on me. i`m flattered that i`m so well-known, but really... sometimes i wish i could just wear a bag on my face while i dance so no one can recognize me."

[bladedances]

You feel the need to count every step you make in the day.

"o-oh, yes! for some reason, i feel so anxious when i don`t keep track—but it`s so hard to keep track of my steps while i dance. in fact, i`ve already forgotten how many steps i did so far… oh no, i really need to find out!"

[inboxideas]

The next 2 statements in my askbox are truths my muse will believe in for 24 hours

[bladedances]

What is the full name of your Face Claim? She's pretty!

[ hi anon! my face claim isnt really a face claim at all, she`s olivia from fire emblem: awakening! i`m glad you think she`s pretty! have a wonderful evening :D ]

[sharrkaan]

shall we dance? [closed: olivia]

[sharrkaan]

It felt normal for shy women to refuse ones offer to help them, even if it was not going to be exactly helping her, but instead just being her bodyguard in a way. Besides… maybe if he went with her, he’d get some fun out of it!

The was only if she invited him into her apartment and allowed it. He wasn’t the type to force himself onto someone because as long as he heard the word ‘no’ or ‘stop’ then he would do it straight away. It didn’t hurt to have a little hope that he could get something more out of this, but if he didn’t then that was another loss.

"You’re not asking, milady~. All you need to do is accept," he replied, chuckling a little. 

Sharrkan shook his head and held out his hand to her to grab. “If I did then I would not offer, trust me I have nothing better to do.” And that was the truth. All he would be doing if he was to get rejected was wonder around, or go back to his apartmeant and just sleep. There was no fun in doing that.

[bladedances]

there`s an air of confidence around him that many would consider to be arrogance, but olivia considers it as charm. he flashes a white smile as he chuckles contrasting against the olive of his skin, and olivia bites back from smiling a little too wide and instead responds with a girlish giggle. work always left olivia exhausted afterwards, which, if she wasn`t caught at the right time, would result in her going back to her apartment and sleeping with little interaction outside of tsukuyo. this new company is... refreshing, despite how weary her body is.

"you`re quite persistent... if you really don`t mind, then i`m sure there`s no harm in having someone to talk to on the way home," she replies finally. she keeps a reasonable distance away from the man as she walks past him, respecting both his and her own`s private space. "do you live around here, too?" she adds, keeping her head tilted towards sharrkan.

[bladedances]

"u-um... excuse me, everyone!"

"i know i haven`t been around much, but i`d just like to say that today is my son`s birthday! if you see him around, please greet him!"

[imamanofpassion]

Inigo sits outside alone at a table meant for two or more people. A lit candle is close to its last life, begging the man to put it out of its own misery. Inigo sighs, placing his head on his hand as he lean towards the table.

"Happy… birthday to me… happy birthday to me… happy birthday dear Inigo… you’re one lonely…. loser."

[bladedances]

in another life, olivia knew how difficult it was for inigo to make friends. slowly, but surely, she witnessed her son open up to other children, her little flower slowly becoming into full bloom. this is not that life, and this is not the same world, and this is not the same olivia.

his voice is flat, without the usual cheer he puts so much effort into having. the candle casts a flicker shadow of a man slumped over a table and makes his somber expression even harsher. olivia had just entered the room, but with the empty chairs surrounding the table, it doesn`t take her long to realize what happened. her heart sinks, and she wishes, at the very least, she possessed a worthwhile gift. she imagines her son, herself, and a man—whoever that could be—surrounding a cake, candles jutting out and flames spiking into the darkness. somehow, she is partially to blame for having an absent father. the very least she can do is make sure he doesn`t feel alone on his birthday.

the sheer fabric of her attire flutters behind her in her perambulation towards her son, and she delicately places her hands on his shoulders. she bends over until she peers into his face with a smile full of comfort and love—anything to make inigo feel like he has someone that cares about him.

"what`s the birthday boy doing over here, when there`s something waiting for him at his apartment?" she asks innocently.

[shinigamicourtesan-blog]

"Indeed." It was clear that all the sparkliness Olivia had was not just for show. She was radiant and glowing, a true kind of ‘sun’. Even Tsukuyo found her self captivated every now and then, the same captivation she had been lost to for Hinowa.

"Jus’ be careful alright? Especially ‘round folk like him." If he laid a finger on her he was going to get hurt so much.

[bladedances]

"folk like him? are you still talking about sharrkan?"

she remembers their introduction, a blush immediately coloring her cheeks. he seemed charming, if not in an adorable way. none of his body language communicated that he had any ulterior motive. is sharrkan really that dangerous?

"he seems harmless, although when i first met him he was very eager for a dance..."

[bladedances]

▣

she already mourned for the death of her son once. his final cry was a scream filled with anguish that remained fresh in her mind still, and only minutes later did the empty silence left by his descent to the earth fill with a guttural growl. she watches in horror as her precious son rises from death, his skin still containing remnants of life. without any hesitation he pulls the sword stabbed through his chest out, and olivia cringes as she hears the blade slide through fresh organs. trails of red cling onto worn silver. the inigo she knew would have had the decency to flick the blood away before charging at another opponent, but the creature standing before her no longer contains any characteristics of the man owning the body before. this vessel of death just stumbles hurriedly towards her, and olivia steps back, the edge of the blade cutting a thin line, shallow line over her abdomen and tears a bit of fabric.

olivia lets out a yelp and tears begin streaming down her face. never in her life did she want to fight a risen form of her son, but it was a possibility she knew she`d have to face if she fought side by side with him in every campaign. she calls out his name and it comes out as a whimper. its head turns and it makes another lunge for her, this time missing completely.

she steadies her blade as she focuses on the battle at hand. there`s a lump in her throat, formed by the memories of inigo affectionately calling out to his mother, of the dancing he finally shows her after weeks of her trying to watch him. her son would not fight so clumsily without a smile on his face. this is not her son. this will never be her son again.

a sad smile spreads her lips but never reaches her eyes.

"mother will always love you," she says as if she were speaking to a child. “i`ll always… be here for you…"

[shinigamicourtesan-blog]

Of course Tsukuyo knew what was going on with Olivia. She had seen it several times in Yoshiwara.

"Now look here, yer plenty pretty an’ a nice girl too boot which makes you a pretty desired girl. Ya might think yer not but ah’ve been seein plenty of guys eyin’ ya." Most of which she had knocked out but that’s on the down-low.

[bladedances]

"oh, is that so?" she asks without the tone of narcissism, but with relief and flattery. she glances off to the side. "one of my teachers used to say that i needed to captivate everyone in the audience, so i`ve been trying to be appealing."

olivia doesn`t realize the harm in gathering eyes on her—as a performer, it`s actually an excellent thing to hear.

[bladedances]

▣

"why?"

her voice is sharp, the single word piercing the thick air between them. he says something about orders and a king, his explanation falling upon deaf ears. she simply stares at him with an inquisitive look, at his gold eyes that refuse to make contact with hers. olivia remembers his smile, his easy-going laughter, and the way his teeth flashed white against his bronze skin. she remembers the way his lips felt as they touched the back of her hand politely, softly, all with care. a thin line is what his lips are now, the lines of laughter since disappearing from his face.

the point of his blade points straight to her heart. she finds it ironic, a comical coincidence. there`s a stabbing, aching pain in her chest she won`t have time to appease. she wants to continue talking things out, but he lunges at her, and she`s forced to flick her wrist in a parry four to deflect his blade to the side. as his body flies past her with the momentum, she lunges forward and pokes his rib cage with her wooden sword. he lets out a gasp, and olivia wonders if he expected her to let him attack her. she would, if she didn`t just live for herself. she lives for her son as well.

a swordsman general would have fought better if he were serious, but olivia feels the conviction fading in his blade, and soon she overpowers him. she knocks the sindrian general onto his back and she`s quick to straddle him, sitting stubbornly on his stomach, his blade flying off towards the side. for what seems like an eternity he just lays there, waiting for olivia to finish him off. she has to finish him off. there is something sharrkan is hiding, information as to why only one of them could walk out of this alive.

her voice comes out as a whisper, and he has to strain his ears to listen to her breathe out, “why?"

this time, her question is greeted with silence. sharrkan`s eyes glances towards a door—a room where inigo stood. something clicks, bringing conviction back to her blade. she estimates the amount of times she would have to clobber him until he stopped moving, ceasing all human activity, as she raises her blade above his head.

"please," she chokes. “just tell me why!"

silence. then, the dull thud as wood impacts his cranium.

[shinigamicourtesan-blog]

"Olivia, as much as ah don’ wanna butt into yer personal/love life ah jus’ want ya to know somethin."

"Tat’ Sharrkan fella’ ain’t so good considerin’ he was willin’ to kill a woman’s husband so that he could do the do with her."

[bladedances]

"l-love life? tsukuyo, we`re not—you have the wrong idea!"

he`s just an interested customer, she wants to say. her throat constricts, and her heart skips a beat. olivia wants to explain that their relationship is completely professional, but as she opens her mouth to continue, her voice is sharp. there`s absolutely no way anyone would be interested in her in that way...

[bladedances]

lmfao u killing that's the joke thats it the joke of the millenium

SHE HAS GALE FORCE BUT I AM ASSUME YOU WANT THAT MEME TO BE DONE

to think, just a while ago they spoke about starting a dancing act together.

or, it was more like olivia, after admiring tharja`s figure with envy, tried to persuade the dark mage to do an act or two. tharja would have looked beautiful as the center of the stage, and with a few rehearsed moves, she could have easily captivated an audience at her first debut. olivia remembers the critical, yet curious, look she gave her upon the mere suggestion, but within the violet shade had a deeper feeling tharja would never express out loud.

it was appreciation. a touch of flattery in a sense no man has properly displayed. olivia believed in a hidden talent buried beneath all of the hexes, and, with a bit more of a push, tharja could have considered exploring that option.

this was the tharja that wasn`t moaning mindlessly, with eyes glowing a crimson red. the tharja whose skin was pale, not ashened gray with death. the tharja who was alive.

this tharja is not the tharja she knew. her precision with her strike is dead on, and the former shell of what used to be her comrade slumps to the ground. the world around her blurs as tears well up in her eyes, but she does not lift her head.

"i wish i came sooner. i`m so sorry… tharja… libra…"

[bladedances]

Stands guard in Tsukuyo's inbox so that every anon who says/does something upsetting to Olivia gets 1,000 kunai thrown at them.

normally she`s against violence but she isn`t going to stop her bodyguard from technically doing her job.

"make sure the ones that talk about my butt jiggling gets special attention!"

[bladedances]

▣

danchou why

it`s easier to strike someone down when they`re shrouded in mystery and with as few words exchanged between them as possible. his stare is cold, piercing, with coal-black eyes focusing in her direction, but not on her necessarily. no, there was something behind his gaze that suggested a detached calculation causing olivia to hesitate. her grip on her wooden sword turned her knuckles white. it may be harder to kill with a practice weapon, but with enough blunt trauma, she could see the light fading from his eyes within her head. the thought makes her stomach uneasy. how could this man look so composed when he`s so close to death?

she lifts her weapon and inhales sharply.

i really don`t want to do this. i really don`t want to do this. “please… forgive me."