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Status: Passed!!
And what if I just 🎲
Kiss roulette || No Longer Accepting!
🎲 = 19. A kiss underwater
The boat bobbed gently on the lake, fishing gear aplenty and the weather agreeable to such activities. Some might even say it was the perfect day. And Eliwood had heard of something interesting in this particular, something he wanted to share with only one of his nearest and dearest friends.
"I actually brought us out to this particular lake for a reason," he begins. "My father once told me of a legendary fish that swims in these waters, but will only let itself be potentially reeled in once a year on a very specific day." He pauses for dramatic effect as his story continues. "Today, in fact. Every Lord Pherae has tried to catch it, and every single one has failed to reel it in. I'm hoping that perhaps with a good friend to bring me luck, I'll be the lucky Lord Pherae today."
The day progressed as any other fishing trip would, with them waiting in companionable quiet, occasionally shouting as a bite came in. Eliwood is almost ready to call it a day when and bring the boat round to shore, when a particularly strong bite comes on his rod.
"I think this is it! Get ready Lyn, I think it's huge!" In a shout of boyish glee that he hasn't allowed himself since taking the title Marquess, he begins to reel it in. But as he reels, it never seems to get any closer, and the small vessel begins to rock ever more violently as the battle goes on.
Eventually, he finds himself facing Lyn, face etched in concentration when his footing fails and he is the one yanked into the other's domain, taking Lyn with him. Their lips find each other's as they hit the water, the underwater kiss lingering a few seconds before both surface for air, all of it taken in the surprise of the moment.
Had Eliwood been paying attention underwater, he would have spotted a scaly being swim into its underwater abode, having outwitted yet another Lord Pherae, but he was more focused on his friend.
As soon as both heads breached the surface, Eliwood begins. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Fish long forgotten, he reels in their boat, which somehow remained upright. But in the confusion, all their other catches had escaped as well. "Unfortunately, there goes dinner for tonight as well." He sighs, standing up, before turning to her.
"Still thanks for spending today with me. And... I'm sorry about earlier again."
kiss roulette
inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear
A kiss on the cheek
A kiss on the nose
A kiss on the forehead
A kiss to the top of the head
A firm kiss
A gentle peck
A romantic kiss
A platonic kiss
A kiss to the eyelid
A kiss along the jawline
A kiss to the neck
A kiss along the collar bone
A kiss on the chest
A kiss to the stomach
A kiss along the hips
A kiss in the rain
An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss
A kiss while laughing
A kiss underwater
A rough kiss
WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)
A french kiss/kiss with tongue
A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances
A sleepy kiss
A kiss that's an accident
A kiss while one or both parties are crying
A kiss in greeting
A kiss in parting
A kiss to the back of the hand
A kiss to the palm of the hand
A kiss to the inner thigh
A kiss while someone watches
A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking
A kiss after a bite
A kiss against a wall
A kiss to the shoulder
A kiss to the back of the neck
A kiss while one party is carried
A tentative kiss
An impulsive kiss
A kiss out of spite
A clumsy kiss
A bloody kiss
reincarnated into an otome spin-off of an srpg and wait, what's these two background characters doing to my storyline?!
⤷ mission task: pearlescent ( any skill +1 )
There once was a family with two sons with two different mothers. The eldest was set to inherit, but the matriarch of the family preferred her own blood, and so held designs for him to rise, hoping he might be their key to increasing their household's influence. What the family lacked in prestige compared to their more famous relatives they made up for in their bountiful wealth. But just as money does not go to everybody equally, the two sons were not equally invested in either...
A detail that doesn't go missed by one of the newest maids to the household.
One day, while she's out buying things in town for her employers, she arranges to meet with an acquaintance.
“ I know it's not my place or anything, but... the situation in my new lordship's house bothers me. ” Lapis confesses. “ Lord Cassius is the younger brother. He's fine, bright, and he knows it. His older brother is Lord Silvan. Everybody in the house treats Lord Silvan like an idiot but I dunno.
“ They both share a martial arts teacher. His name's Leopold. But Leopold doesn't actually teach Lord Silvan. He says stuff like, 'Oh, I can't teach someone with no talent!' ” Lapis lowers her voice to mimic the way the man speaks, puffing out her cheeks, before she resumes her story, “ But to me, it just looks like Leopold doesn't try, y'know? And he's all over Lord Cassius. I think he's pretty close to Lord Cassius's mother. And all of Lord Silvan's retainers never look after him when they go out. But they all are fussy over Lord Cassius. Isn't that weird? ”
Lapis's frown deepens recollecting it all.
“ The only thing I could think of was maybe if Lord Silvan had a real teacher who cared for him, we could see if something could change. That's where I thought about you. Eliwood, do you think you could tutor him if I helped you get the job? And maybe you could get closer to him to figure out if something's fishy. ”
@pheraemarquess !!
Noble intrigue was not something new to the Marquess of Pherae. It seemed no matter which land you found yourself in, inheritance disputes and the like were rife. It always seemed the wrongful party had eyes for what was not theirs, as he had learned back home. Money, land, and titles truly brought out the worst in people.
Which was among the myriad reasons he had accepted the invitation from his good acquaintance when she had offered. Something was rotten in his acquaintance's new house, and he intended to help her get to the bottom of it.
Eliwood's brow furrowed as Lapis went on. Something was definitely odd. Normally, an inordinate amount of resources was spent on the heir, even if the heir was, in lack of more polite way of phrasing, lacking. While Eliwood found such styles of parenting rife with issues, he had no children of his own and many dismissed such concerns from him. But the fact everyone was doting on the one set to inherit nothing was.... Odd behavior from any noble house.
"Actually, it's good that somebody cares enough to notice that one of the brothers is being neglected. But the behavior is odd. I've never heard of it before in any house, unless they plan to undercut the elder's claim somehow." There were ways of course. Legitimacy were the easiest to start, and the easiest to prove or disprove. Mental competency was harder, but the hardest to fight without allies. It seemed Lord Silvan needed some allies and fast. It reminded him of a situation back home.
"I think they either want something to happen to Lord Silvan or prove he's mentally incompetent so as to move him out of the way so Lord Cassius can inherit. Probably on the paycheck of his mother." He considers a moment. "If the current Lady of the House is not Lord Silvan's mother, he may have few if no allies in the House at all. If so, we may have to hurry and start moving our own pieces into position to protect Lord Silvan." He nods, more to himself, resolutely. He would protect the young Lord, unlike so many others he failed to save.
"As much as I'd love the expertise of my friends, I think it best we keep our operation small. We won't draw as much attention that way." He smiles at her then. "If you can get me in, I'll take the position. We may be his only allies in the House, so be prepared for anything."
Before heading back he turns around. "And Lapis? Thank you. For allowing me to help you in this. Your trust means a lot to me."
Ice Cold Reality is Better Than a Warm Fantasy
Lance +1 || Eliwood + Limstella
When "Regarding Knights and Chivalry" came into style, Eliwood didn't even need to see the copies littering the monastery to know something very wrong had come to the school. The student's plummeting grades alone could have told him that. Many times he had to correct the teachings from it regarding the treatment, or rather mistreatment of horses alone.
Yet, despite his efforts to quell it, the blaze had only spread from a bonfire into a wildfire. Even now, he watched a student from afar practice lance form that he knew from experience in a battle would cause injury. He had made the same mistakes as a boy, trying to impress his peers. All this book promoted was showboating, and he couldn't stand by and let a student learn form that would only lead to slaughter on the battlefield.
He approaches, and ice forms in his veins, a roaring in his ears, and he stops. He knows them. They had supported Nergal, they had assisted in the murder of his father! Part of him, the vengeful part that still grieves, wishes to leave the morph to their own devices. Let them get injured. Let them get killed.
Yet there's another part of him, a stronger part of him, that knows the cycles of vengeance can't be broken by giving into them. The better world he dreams of can't be created if he takes no steps to create it.
Besides, he reasons, he was only acting out of love for his own father. Perhaps the morph was acting out of love for Nergal. They at least had seemed particularly and exceedingly loyal to him. Even when he didn't want to admit it, his enemies were people too, and deserved at least a little grace. He would give them a chance.
Entering the training ground, he gently corrected the form, keeping his face impartial, but not unkind. "Your form as it was causes unnecessary strain on your wrist and could lead to injury. Like this, it lessens the strain. You're less likely to get hurt. Let me guess, you got the idea for this form from that book that's been going around? It's all bluster. Let me show you how it's really done."
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Sadly, I Died...........................But I Lived
Returning to Pherae had been...difficult. But it had been necessary, and quite frankly, far overdue. Though he had come to terms with the fact that he could not move forward without going back and facing the people he had failed, that didn't mean Harken had any sort of confidence in his choice to return.
Lord Elbert was dead because he had failed. Lady Eleanora and Lord Eliwood had lost a pillar-stone in their lives, and everyone in Pherae suffered the same to an extent. He had made a promise to Isadora as well, and...he had put her through a torment that she had done nothing to deserve.
From his past experiences, he was more than ready for punishment and dishonor, and to be reviled by those that had put their faith in him.
This is not what he was met with, and he's not sure which would have undone him quicker: the expected punishment and rejection, or the continued care and acceptance he was met with. But he was embraced with kindness and shared grief, and the odd realization that he was still wanted among the living even in his failures. That wasn't to say everything fell back into place. Hardly. There was many a long and emotionally strained conversation with those he had run away from, and there was much he had to do in order to regain lost trust -- asked for or not.
Which is why Harken finds his feet pointing him back here, to this foreign land. His purpose was here, and he would not falter again.
The sounds of horses and students being put through their paces serves as his guide, and despite the twist in his gut and the shakiness that persists through his limbs, he continues forward until he's just outside of the area in which a class is being conducted. In the time he'd been gone, it seemed the monastery had been attacked quite severely; many areas were being reconstructed but still littered with debris, while others had their once beautiful terrain torn up and mangled.
Terrible as it was to see, it did provide a unique environment to teach riders about maneuvering in such places. It wasn't open ground; there were large blocks of destroyed architecture as well as smaller bits of rubble to be aware of, as well as sink holes and large gouges in the earth.
Seeing that flash of fiery hair on horseback does strike Harken like a kick to the chest, and a part of him wishes dearly to shrink back and away from it. But he stands still, and he waits for Eliwood to finish before he takes the plunge and approaches.
"Lord Eliwood...you...," his voice does not come with stoicism or assuredness, but he swallows through the shakiness to awkwardly finish on, "You dearly put me in mind of your lord father, now."
@pheraemarquess
When Eliwood had fully returned to Pherae, he had headstones erected in the cemetery for all the knights fallen in service to his father. Many bodies could not be located in the aftermath, even after exhaustive searching, so many graves stood empty, but he had wanted to give the families something to remember their loved ones with.
Among those presumed fallen was his father's personal retainer, Harken. Eliwood personally delivered the news to Isadora that he had done all things reasonable to find him, but if he lived, Eliwood had not found him. Eliwood had mourned him, how could he not? He had known Harken since he was a boy just barely 12. He had mourned with his mother and Isadora, but life moved on.
He found himself Marquess as his father before him, and his father before him, but he felt ill prepared for the shoes he had to fill. A few years had passed and almost by happenstance a letter had come in. And with it an opportunity to better himself. He told himself it was temporary, he'd return to Pherae as soon as he could, but he packed his bags and found himself employed with Garreg Mach.
He had been told it was an impressive building, but what he had found when he arrived was a place not unlike a castle after a nasty siege. Yet, still it stood strong, and opportunities to teach how to handle in such conditions were rare.
He was only an assistant professor, but today, the main professor had fallen ill, so it was up to him to teach today. He took Elaine and began showing how to keep a mount calm and composed even in a crumpling castle, how to maneuver safely around craters or through them, and corrected a few who were carelessly running through the small debris potentially hurting their mounts, and Elaine, for her part, only snorted angrily at one student who came too close for comfort.
As the bell tolled, Eliwood waved to the students. "That's all for today! Remember to untack your horse, and groom them before leaving them in the stables! A horse with saddle sores is not a friendly horse!" He's about to ride Elaine to the stables, when a voice from behind completely freezes him.
Turning Elaine and himself around, he can barely believe his eyes. "You..." He dismounts and approaches, before wrapping his father's old retainer in a tight hug over the railing. "Harken, I can barely believe it! You actually survived! Have Mother and Isadora...?"
The words freeze in his throat at the mention of his father, that he is anything like him. "You really think that?" The words are only for his ears as Eliwood searches his eyes for any signs of hyperbole or deceit. He wishes to be half the man his father was, but he knows deep down he isn't there yet. But to hear from one so close to him that he still walks down the right path.... It means the world to the young man who lost his father all too soon.
who says that's not the way it should be
(starter for @pheraemarquess and @of-ostia)
"Bells for the lady?"
"What? No, thank you."
It wasn't the first time that she was stopped in the street with a bid for her patronage, not even the first time in Fodlan, despite being relatively new to the area, and with most of the shops finishing their renovations. Lyn understood, in her mind at least, that it was the imperative for a shopkeep to attempt to draw in new customers through whatever means possible, even if she occasionally found it irritating to barge into a stranger's space like that.
This didn't seem to deter him. "Are you sure? Pretty lady like you, could definitely use some decoration – I see you've already got hanging trinkets and bobbits, so why not another? Here, I can even find something that'll suit your culture."
"No, thank you." Firmer this time, but for better or worse he had her attention now, drawn down with the pinch of her brow as she turned to face him, however briefly, to give her dismissal the emphasis – nevermind that his insistence had already begun to get on her, the direction he took never bode well for a clear head. "I would prefer to simply be on my way. I am simply passing through."
"Pass through with a song," he pressed, taking a string of chestnut shaped bells that made a shimmery sound. From his smile as he jingled them, he clearly seemed to believe that this was the ticket. "Look, see these? Not sure exactly where I got 'em, but they can loop around your pretty waist sash there nicely, huh? Might remind you of home."
Lyn took a short breath in through her nose, an attempt to calm herself and keep moving - his earnestness didn't mean any harm, she had to remind herself, he was simply attempting to keep his shop afloat. "Sir for the final time, I've said no, now let me be on my way."
His face dropped, and with it, for a brief moment, so did his politesse, and Lyn saw for a moment the stark venom of someone tired of being told no. Then, with a blink and a toss of the bells to one side, the façade was back on, and he went to rummage through his piles of stock before running out ahead of her.
"Now listen, here – how about this then. It's a scented oil, I think it's like. Cumin or something. You buy this, and I'll throw in the bells free."
"I want neither," she snapped, making to swerve around him, the smell of the oil curling upward regardless and serving only to spike her irritation.
"You're really stubborn, huh? Hang on, c'mere, I've definitely got something that someone like you would want - "
And then he wrapped a hand around her upper arm.
The jerk backward was ferocious and instinctive, and it was only through iron control of will that she did not reach for her sword. "I don't know if this is how Fodlaners treat passers-by, but no where in my country do we treat strangers with such disrespect. If I had known this street was full of aggressive brigands, I might have taken a different route."
"Hmm, emotional, aren't you? C'mon, I've got something for that - "
It's a lovely day in market, and Eliwood flits from here to there with no particular destination in mind, simply enjoying his first day off, when he hears a familiar commotion. How often had he seen such a scene back in Elibe with Lyn being accosted by those with less than pure intent? Looking over to see who it was to help, he quickly realized it was Lyn being accosted by a shopkeep hoping to make a quick sale. How familiar a scene indeed.
"Ah, Lyn, there you are! I've been searching for you everywhere!"
Rushing over, and merely putting a hand on the hand upon Lyn's forearm, his smile belies friendliness with a hint of warning. "My apologies, but my friend and I really must be going. We're teachers at the Academy, and the head council just assigned some students who need remedial lessons." It was a complete and utter lie, but he needed to get Lyn out of this situation before it escalated, which it could very easily.
However it seemed the shopkeep wouldn't give up so easily. "Oh, but the lovely lady and I were just working something out here can't it wait-"
Eliwood interjected, friendly but firm. "Unless you'd like to take it up with the Head of the Officer's Academy, we really ought to be going. The students shouldn't be kept waiting." His smile never wavered for even a second, his tone calm, but he kept his gaze firmly on the shopkeep.
The shopkeep's tone turned to a whisper. "I need to make a sale and I know I'm close, so if you'll just give us a few moments..."
Eliwood shook his head. "I think it'd be worse for business if it got out that you accosted a passerby. Besides, I think my friend said no enough times to get the point across. You won't get your sale here. Now if you'll leave us be. We have to get back to the monastery." He begins to gently pry the hand off, and finds little resistance, as the shopkeep seemed more dejected now.
He turns to Lyn, smiling. "Ready to head back?"
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