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brynhildrofromantia ha respondido a tu publicación “when you want to make a verse from that part when bryn kills siegfried…”
kriemhild starts Ragnarok
please no
Dont tell me what to do you fucking died and now I am without you again.
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❝ It is a pleasure to meet such a grand King. I have heard much about you. ❞
Kriem whenever she sees Brynhildr .
wanderinglionking:
Arms crossed, Richard returns the queen’s smile and waits patiently for the woman to settle herself comfortably upon her seat before responding, such as man of his noble stature should. “Haha… I am flattered to be certain. However, to be in the presence of a lovely lady such as yourself, as both a knight and a king, I am the one who is charmed. As for my purpose… Well, seeing you seated alone and in good spirits at that, I wish only to keep you company for some time. I don’t believe we’ve had a chance to get to know one another as of yet. It would be a waste to miss the opportunity.” He finally spoke, the kindness in his voice filling the air between them with pure warmth; like that of the sun itself. Gesturing with his free hand he indicates to the empty space beside her just begging to be filled with someone’s warm presence.
“May I?”
❝ By all means. Please. Shall we share our true names then? ❞ A single hand is pressed into the air, offering him measure to know she is welcoming of his stature and presence. The familiarity of being around royalty being something she rather quite liked and would accept therein. Afterall, she was rather prideful a woman seeking solace in validation and appreciation even if it mean’t by simply sharing acceptance of one anothers stature.
wanderinglionking:
“Oho, how rare it is to see some genuine joy displayed on your face. I was beginning to think you were incapable of it.” Says Richard playfully leaning directly over the Avenger, seemingly oblivious to the woman’s malice and full of goodwill. That, or the mood for mischief once again came over him and the queen was just unfortunate to be caught in his line of sight. It was always hard to tell. “Hehe. Good evening, Avenger. You sure are energetic today. Did something good happen?”
❝ Why yes, it had. I thank you for your charming presence to enjoy in it as well. Did you wish of anything Saber? ❞ Kriemhild collects her composure again. Folding her legs ontop of each other, whilst her hands folded neatly onto her knee. Allowing for her posture to remain unbent, and her lips to flash the most endearing of smiles. Letting her presence remain unvexed with how dry and haughty her current enlightenment had been.
❝ Ahh yes... All is right in the world. ❞ Kriemhild senses the mourning and somber of a certain Lancer. She lays herself lazily and rather... Unlike a woman, unto the couch. Arms hanging off of its cushions as she allows her legs to stretch out and excitedly wiggle about
(from Priismata) "I know I can't be strong if I don't fight.. So please! A-Accept my challenge!" She bows her head before the other woman, ready for whatever might happen next.
❝ Strength…? Dear me… Why do you wish to acquire strength? You are a small girl, I think you should enjoy the luxuries this life here offers you… If you may allow my a moments so bold; Why do you seek strength ? ❞ Kriemhild wished to avoid show casing her weapon, doing so mean’t that it would be shameful toward her husband. A mere mockery having Balmung appear so decrepit in her hands, unable to change due to the strong darkness that lingered within her heart. Though she could fight without it, one could say she would like to avoid fighting at all costs.
Good evening!! I was doing some thinking its hard because Im torn as to whether I should adapt more of Typemoons interpretation of Kriemhild or make her a standalone. I had been doing the first, but I am thinking of seperating her more and more. I know they had intent of making her Demonic and although I can see that as an intereting interpretation I may do something different and with holding of the fact she was a rather charismatic Queen well loved. And leave the prospect of Demonic aspects to Fate to make this way... My own interpretation doesnt feel weird along side when Fate makes Kriemhild. This means she will have a Charisma skill in the future with some alternate stuff.
drachenheld:
“What has made you to be in high spirits? It pleases me to see you smiling wholeheartedly.” As the Avenger put her hands around his arms he smiled, he cherished every single moment with her ever after his…forceful sacrifice. Perhaps she was talking about a good moment with another Servant?
“Is that…so.” At the words of Kriemhild, Siegfried’s smile vanished little by little. He knew she and Brynhildr had discussion every now and then, in which he talked with the King of Warriors, Sigurd, to sort things out so no blood would be spilled between fellow comrades. “…What happened this time?”
❝ Nothing too important, I simply reminded her of her place. ❞ She had done this once before; Brunhilde and Kriemhild’s discussion over who was more powerful a Queen then the other. Truly the Avenger had not learned from her past mistakes, nor seemed to care from them as she revel’d in her happiness. Squeezing her husbands arm, careful as to not allow it’s sharp edges press against her figure. ❝ There was the Assassin as well, but thankfully she would be of no trouble. As suspected of a Demon, she is far too interested in the outcome of us speaking then taking part in our antics. Such a smart woman, it would bring me great pleasure to befriend her. Oh, but what of you? Siegfried? I hope Lancer has not troubled you? If she does, just remind her of her place or tell me. I gladly shall with ease. ❞
cremehild ha respondido a tu publicación: That laugh. Siegfried grabs Sieg and puts him on…
HUSBANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
“Yes?”
❝ You would not believe, the most grand thing happened! ❞ Excitedly she follows up toward the Saber, her own finger tips dancing up the side of his arm as she collects his forearm within her grasp. Eyes sparkling and her expressive brimming bright with excessive happiness. The cheery demeanor she carried with her was extravagant and would be over bearing had she pressed herself onto anyone else. ❝ Listen to this Siegfried, that somber little Husband Killer has had the most wretched night ever. Can you believe that? ❞
nordiixa:
✕ Brynhildr… would have liked to have continued daydreaming about her husband and embroidering undisturbed by the Avenger’s sudden guffawing that took stole her attention back, and she raised her amethyst hues to the blonde woman again, a faraway expression on her face as she listened to her…
Brynhildr began to… blush… but only from being cursed at so viciously, not exactly finding the Avenger’s tirade pleasant to listen to. Brynhildr did not like Avenger, but Avenger was just unnecessarily nasty and rude. It was true — Brynhildr could not keep up with Kriemhild’s atrocious manners, and she didn’t want to. She was just… awful… an awful awful woman with a black soul… and Brynhildr could have ignored her, just picked up her things and left, but then Kriemhild had to comment on… Saber… … … and her husband… Brynhildr looked back down.
… Did they all pity her…? Did… Siegfried pity her…? Feel bad for her, only feign his kindness? Did her husband… pity her? Had she been so thoroughly tricked… manipulated… again…? She had thought that she had found some semblance of security in life… in the small kindness of others… in the arms of her husband…. her husband that was stolen away from a woman who was so much like Kriemhild… Oh… Brynhildr was very upset…
“I think you should leave.”
❝ Oh? ❞ Nothing but pleasure struck the chords of the woman. Eyes would scan Brynhildrs stance toward her antics and words having sought what she needed out of her. The somber Lancer had remained as dreary and pathetic as she wished heavenly so. Watching as the woman slowly began collecting her things to move else where. ❝ No need, stay. I’ve had my fill of your ugly little faces for the night. I will gladly leave, even when you’ve asked. Even I can be a forgiving and loving woman. You see? Pff, haha!!! ❞ Kriemhild bows toward the other, collecting her composure though failing to do so as she fell into bouts of laughter. Rising her finger tips toward her lips to silence the folly of her antics. Though ever heated she was after passing a moments time with the Lancer. Having her heart singing of glee and joy as her anger had been sated from rearing misery from the other. Something she’d adore to have, even if it was not Brunhilde herself. ❝ Good night Brynhildr. ❞
In the distance. "Fight fight fight."
Would people be interested in a give away like this? I know people do a lot of face claims anyway. And honestly its great having the icon reference to continue the enigmatic need of using the face claim to describe your character correctly. I know how that feels, but I wonder if people would be interested in it? Basically supplying me with a ‘Face Claim’ and I will draw from it. It can only be manga caps from manga or anime caps. Real life people can work too.
nordiixa:
✕ Brynhildr smiled and looked down at her embroidery, her fingers continuing their work as she answered the Avenger softly, entirely ignoring the fact that Kriemhild was not Gudrun and continuing to speak to her as though she was.
“I wasn’t. You married another man willingly and had children that you later slaughtered… I was manipulated by sorcery… … … and I never lay with him, a weak and cowardly insect of a man. I only ever loved my darling husband, and yes, I killed him — but out of love.”
She gave a long sigh… immediately fantasizing and thinking of her husband. Brynhildr spoke aloud, more to herself than to Kriemhild, “My darling husband, the greatest hero to ever live, the slayer of the dragon Fafnir… There is a man here like him… a good man… but not comparable… no one is comparable… though he is close… much too close… much too close…”
❝ .... ❞
The expressive of the woman changed suddenly, the practiced solace and kindness that would dress her lips had all but left. Whilst the decorative replacement that ensued had been an echo of a truth that held true to her name. As well as the reasoning behind her trait that was exuberant in truth in how she grinned with malicious manner toward the woman before her. ❝ Are you fucking kidding me? This is what you got made into? PFF!! HAHAH! And I THOUGHT I WAS FUCKED! OH. MY. GOD. Did the Gods favor my unjust pleas--or did your stupid ass curse yourself when you got summoned from the Grails system? HAHA!! OH MAN THIS IS FUCKING GREAT!! YOURE SO FUCKING GONE THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT SHOULD BE YOU MANIC BITCH!! ❞ Kriemhild’s back twisted as she let out a loud cackle nearly breaking her spine in half. The laughter of hers could be heard down the halls. Doing naught but comment on the Valkyries composure and expressive. How delusion’d she was toward the woman's existence as she stood before Brynhildr. ❝ Fuck off and get over yourself!!! Saber only pitties you! I’m sure even your own husband does--fuck the whole damn place here does it’s so annoying. Get over yourself. ❞
underooeyama
“Is that so?” In her eyes, Nether of them where any better then one another. To think that they would both felt the same way about the same man to a beyond manic state brought the Oni nothing but joy. If anything, The game that they where playing with one another was interesting to watch as well as to hear about. From second hand accounts to watching them verbally rip one another throats out
With a small laugh, She flick her hand to the side and shook her head. Their was no speaking to ether of them without it somehow becoming a boring affair. Much more fun to watch then to get involved with. “Do as you wish. I shall not interfere. No matter the outcome between the three of them. Shuten would still win. If simply because she wishes to see the entertaining outcome between them more then anything. “But do be sure not to make my darling upset. They are you master after all.”
❝ I am pleased to hear you say that then, in truth this is all I desire. Master them self acknowledges my Love for Siegfried so I have no qualms with the latter. Though knowing that you will do naught makes me glad and wonder if we can perchance one day flourish this possible friendship. ❞ At least to Kriemhild there was the prospect of it, so long as she had no sights upon her husband there was no absolute reason they did not need to get along. In fact the woman would have adored or loved for it to be the case, her intention pure and full of hope.
