CRUX OF FATE

aff. f!corrin Knights of Seiros General Assistant

[dragonveined]

Castle Krakenburg never had anything this grand, and that alone has her practically vibrating in excitement. It's nerve-wracking to be less structured and rigid regarding standards normally placed upon nobility, but no less refreshing-- and here, arm in arm with the man who is always at her side, Corrin can't think of any place she'd rather be.

Corrin's first ball!!! She's attending with @butlere Jakob, of course! It's her first time really being able to let loose at a proper ball, and the flowers are an added bonus. She has hyacinths. Fit under the cut!

Bloom Tracker: Roses - Orchids - Midori Lilies - Mitama Hyacinths - Jakob Tulips - Tsubaki

(( ya girl did not have enough time to properly draw with the other requests BUT PERHAPS BEFORE BALL IS OVER ))

[dragonveined]

laslow asked: [ CHOCOLATE ] - Stefanelli’s has partnered with the monastery to make the most of the supplies left in excess of their workshops earlier in the year by offering packages of sweet chocolates for attendees. The offerings appear generous… that is, until you open your box to find it only half full. In his haste, he'd simply grabbed the first sweet-looking thing on the table and sought out a quiet corner to calm down in after his run-in with Jakob. "Oh for the love of--" Laslow sighs at the half-full chocolate box in his lap. As if this string of events couldn't get any worse! And it does, in the form of footsteps drawing closer, revealing a figure Laslow recognizes well. "Lady Corrin!" He scrambles upright from his crouch, barely keeping the treats from spilling completely. "Ah, how are you, my dove?"

She hasn't spent enough time out and about in the academy to truly recognize how many familiar faces had made their way to the Monastery-- each and every time, it's a wonderful surprise. This time, it happens to be Laslow, and Corrin's face lights up with both recognition and sheer glee. He'd always been a wonderful addition to their army, even with his... tendencies. In a way, she sort of missed the jovial attempts at gaining her accompaniment for tea. "Laslow! Please, just Corrin. We're equals here." A relief indeed, even as she lurches forward to ensure that his well-earned sweets don't go tumbling to the ground. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm glad you're here, though. Safe to say, I did miss your smile!" Sliding her way onto the seat next to him, she quickly plucks one of the flowers from her bouquet before offering it to him: pink, just like his hair and the color she's always associated with her. "Have you had a good night so far? It's amazing, being a part of celebrations like this. I never thought it could be this fun." @laslow

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verdelixir asked: [ FLOWER ARRANGEMENT ] - No matter how many flowers you gather, your bouquet won’t look its best unless you have the skill to make it so. A couple of students have taken upon itself to imbue their peers with the knowledge of flower language and the art of flower arrangement, and as a result the garden has become something of a workshop.

"It's always amazed me how good you are at this, Midori. It's really fun to watch!" Kaze was a gentle man despite his lethal prowess as a Hoshidan ninja, and it was adorable how that trait had been passed down to his daughter too. There's never been a doubt in Corrin's mind that he taught her well, in both the subject of being kind and in the subject of various aspects of botany. Midori had flourished in her own way, too. Every meeting that came, Corrin had begun to see how she'd matured-- amusing in both the similarities to Kaze and the few things that were a stark contrast. "As payment for your efforts, take one of my hyacinths! You can pick any of them that you want. After all, my bouquet only looks this put together because of you...!"

@verdelixir

[dragonveined]

malignantknight asked: [ CORN ] - A new strain of corn has been bred in Bergliez with a curious trait—it pops when exposed to heat, becoming light and fluffy! Help yourself to a bag; it’s a little bland on its own, but you get the feeling you could find something to spice it up.

"Oh, big sister! You brought me something...? Whatever it is, it smells delicious!" As expected, it's a strange, unique treat that she's never seen before-- poking her hand into the bag, the little cloud shapes are much lighter than Corrin would've guessed they were. Popping one into her mouth, she chews for a moment... and immediately breaks out into a smile. It's only slightly salty, but that could easily be remedied with some outside help. "Hey, it's not bad! Here, you try some. Say ahh?"

@malignantknight

[petalblight]

dragonveined approaches!

[ PHOTO-ARTIFEX ] - The ever-popular photo-artifex makes its annual return, allowing users to capture pictures in as little as a flash of light and a moment. Take home something to remember the event by! With a deft flourish of her fingers, Corrin deftly plucks one of the red hyacinths from her bouquet-- it's easy to gently press it into Tsubaki's hand, beaming smile present as she points at the photo-artifex. "Perfect! A way to remember the night. Would you mind taking a picture with me...? I'd love to keep it in my dorm as a reminder. What do you think?"

THE RED HYACINTH IS A WELCOMED GIFT. Kamui's flower colors his bouquet— much like Hinoka and Mitama's— from its monotony. The bouquet is not traditional by any means: there is no predetermined arrangement, no harmony, and no reason for the flowers placements besides being presents from his peers. Distantly, Tsubaki wonders if that's okay. He could have pursued an all-red bouquet to match his hair or an all-white bouquet to stay neutral in adjacent to his attire— But that would defeat the purpose of this exchange, wouldn't it?

"That sounds perfect~" Tsubaki chirps, beaming in return as the pair approach the photo booth. "Shall I give you my pink tulip in return?" Kamui's dress is white; the presence of the tulips won't disrupt her presentation.

With the exchange done, something catches Tsubaki's eye: "Look, look~! There's a table of props lining the queue… Apparently, they are for the photo-artifex? But— Why is there a mustache…?"

@dragonveined

[dragonveined]

The pink is absolutely perfect, and Corrin beams as she takes it from him; it fits perfectly onto the usual headband she sports, an excellent contrast against her hair as well. It's exactly what she wanted, considering it would stand out well in the photo-- and she'd be able to keep it close to her heart for years to come. That mere idea has her giggling, even as he's moved on to survey the props lined along the length of the table. "A mustache....? Oh, Tsubaki, you have to try that on!" There's a very real chance that he'd decline, but there is something she can offer in trade. There's seemingly some sort of giant lips as an option as well, and Corrin picks up the plastic prop before waggling it at him as an example. "You pick something for me, and we can call it a fair trade? I do want to take a normal picture, of course.... but... I think we deserve to have something silly." After everything we've been through. After everything we've survived.

@petalblight

[dragonveined]

verseandrhyme asked: [ MINT CANDY ] - For when your breath isn’t as fresh as newly-fallen snow.

... Is this a trick? Corrin's long-since learned to err on the side of caution with her, seemingly feeling as if there's no situation where she can leave with a positive impression despite her best efforts. And now, with a mint extended, a nervous smile alights itself on her features. "Are you trying to tell me something by giving me a mint?" It's supposed to be a joke, but there's a part of her that suspects there's no joke to be had. Regardless, she takes it, effortlessly popping it into her mouth with a grumble. If it's a trick, she's about to find out; somehow, it feels like denying it altogether would be worse. "Either way, rest assured, Jakob would've probably shoved me into the bathroom by now if my breath was really that bad." At least that fact of life alone gives her a little bit of confidence that she doesn't stink!

@verseandrhyme

[verseandrhyme]

"Do you think so negatively of me that you assume any offering would be a trick?" Mitama asks. If the answer is yes, she does not particularly mind, but she is curious to hear what tale Corrin might spin to make it not so. She is good at that, after all.

The mention of Corrin's butler only prompts a grimace across Mitama's expression. "Ah, of course. Your heartless butler." She is quite sure that the bathroom is not the only room that that man would love an excuse to shove Corrin into for privacy. "I am sure he would have."

How Corrin chooses to spend her evening is none of Mitama's concern. The young girl bows politely and then, without asking, takes one of the hyacinths from her bouquet. "I hope you can enjoy the night without your family causing another international incident." The hyacinth replaces one of her lilies, which it seems she has no choice but to offer to the royal. "Cleaning up after all of you is so tedious."

[dragonveined]

"Well, not exactly-" Ugh. This girl is amazingly good at backing Corrin into a corner, and unfortunately for herself, she's not sure how to claw her way out of it. Any explanation offered doesn't go over well, and nothing she can say will right any of the wrongs that have transpired... but the least she can do is continue to try. "I've almost been tricked before. Not by you, I mean. You just never know?" Gah. "Oh- um-- I-" Jakob can have quite a bite, she's well aware of it-- and unfortunately, there's likely little she can say to convince Mitama otherwise. The begrudging offering(?) to return her own lily, though... and Corrin scrambles to pull herself together long enough to flash a genuine smile. "Thank you, Mitama. Really. Promise I'll try my hardest to keep everyone out of trouble." Begrudgingly or not, she hopes it's a step in the right direction. Part of her knows better, though. @verseandrhyme

[butlere]

"—So you say, milady, but your skills have vastly improved. Where once you looked to me for guidance, now you are able to anticipate my movements. That is the result of your continued effort and diligence."

These are the words of a man present from the very start. Since there were gaps in Corrin's teeth, a clumsiness to the way she moved, and an embarrassing lack of savoir faire in her speech. All expected of a prisoner-princess plucked from dragons knew where to grace the bars of the cold northern fortress with her innocence. It means they are truthful words as well - those that Jakob means.

He leads her as he always has, foot sweeping to left, hand twirling her to right, movements altogether smooth yet flurried. Unceasing, unrelenting, for even if they tire, they must indulge the impression they are anything but. The Nohrians move with such passion and intensity; so bold that all those who dance in their way are transformed as if into completely different people. A difficult and truly advanced regime as well as one of the first that Jakob ever taught to Corrin.

To be Nohrian is to adopt Nohrian custom; to assimilate even the smallest facets of a culture in the hopes of becoming whole, becoming them. Corrin in that endeavor who has worked twice as hard; Jakob who has been there every step and waltz of the way.

"Yours has always been high albeit unnecessary praise. If I could not adapt to your movements, then my very skill as your butler would be put into question." Of course, such 'movements' are to say that she has remnants of her old mistakes still. A half-beat too slow, or at times too fast, though the pauses between these have become fewer and further in between. Then there is Jakob who accounts for it all, pressing them away as smoothly as a dogeared page set right.

He holds her against his chest a moment. A calculated moment perfectly in tune with the music, but a moment all the same. "With that said, your words for me are kinder than I deserve—truly. The night has just begun, and I am your reason for its splendor? You flatter me."

[dragonveined]

Is it really unnecessary, though? Corrin's never once thought that his efforts should be simply accepted as 'duty' binding him to her side, his care simply painted in another facet of loyalty. The thought is something that feels like it separates her from him, a chasm difficult to breach... especially when it seems like she can't put a finger on how to explain it all to Jakob. The smile on her face falters for the briefest of moments before she recomposes herself-- but even still, her eyes don't spark with the same mirth that they normally do. When she's pressed against his chest, she nearly wants to plead with any god listening for it to last. She doesn't, even as her eyes flutter closed for a mere second-- and it passes far too quickly. The warmth leaves as quickly as it comes. "Jakob... it's not unnecessary." It's hard to find her voice alongside the exertion that this particular dance demands, her hand squeezing tightly to his. "I just-" There he goes again, putting that towering wall between them: Butler and Master. She'd never asked him here as a butler of hers, but it seems to have been the assumption. She's not asking him to dance with her here because it's what he's meant to do. As her fingers dig in to the fabric of his vest, Corrin isn't sure what she wants to say. How she wants to say it. Why does she even have to struggle with this in the first place? What if this is exactly what he wanted, and she was in the wrong for wanting things to be different? "You deserve more than just that. Gods, you don't even know." It comes out breathlessly as her gaze is downcast, her smile long since faded into the shadows her bangs cast over her face. How lonely her life would have, could have, and would be without him. "Tonight, I just want to be-" To just be Corrin, and to just be Jakob. No duty, no obligation, no titles thrust upon either of them. "... Nevermind." Her smile returns, along with a nervous laugh. The music slowly dies down until it peters out into nothing, and her hand lingers in his far longer than it should before she slides it away with an ache that burns in her chest. Instead of her palm in his, she presses one of her purple hyacinths into him hand. "Here. As thanks!"

(Why did she feel like such a selfish coward? Why did her jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly?)

@butlere

[dragonveined]

verseandrhyme asked: [ MINT CANDY ] - For when your breath isn’t as fresh as newly-fallen snow.

... Is this a trick? Corrin's long-since learned to err on the side of caution with her, seemingly feeling as if there's no situation where she can leave with a positive impression despite her best efforts. And now, with a mint extended, a nervous smile alights itself on her features. "Are you trying to tell me something by giving me a mint?" It's supposed to be a joke, but there's a part of her that suspects there's no joke to be had. Regardless, she takes it, effortlessly popping it into her mouth with a grumble. If it's a trick, she's about to find out; somehow, it feels like denying it altogether would be worse. "Either way, rest assured, Jakob would've probably shoved me into the bathroom by now if my breath was really that bad." At least that fact of life alone gives her a little bit of confidence that she doesn't stink!

@verseandrhyme

[dragonveined]

butlere asked: [ NOHR ] - A quick-paced dance that focuses heavily on precise footwork and bold movements, evoking the image of two soldiers in battle.

Where Corrin may feel overwhelmed by trying to keep pace with another, Jakob has always managed to be a perfect complement to every aspect of her character. If Corrin struggled with resolve, his was twice as strong to provide enough for them both; if Corrin's steps lagged behind by even a fraction of a second, he would bend to ensure that she remained in tempo with the way that he moved. Now, even as she tries her hardest to keep up, a breathy laugh escapes when they turn. "You know, I never have been able to keep up with you in things like this," She mumbles with a smile, closer to him than she would normally be. The cut of his jaw and the slope of his nose, the way his bangs fell into his face, and the feeling of her hands tucked securely into his... There's nothing better, she's certain, and her night will have easily peaked at this moment. "But you still always make it work. You amaze me, honestly!" A particular motion in their dance brings her close to his chest, cheeks flushed with a combination of exertion and.... something else that she can't quite put her finger on. "I'm lucky. Lucky to have ever had you at my side." Lucky to hopefully never spend another moment away, feeling complete once the other half of her life returned to her side. "Thank you, Jakob. You coming here with me... it's already made this night wonderful."

@butlere

[dragonveined]

more than worth its weight in gold

cont. from here

[dragonveined]

As efficient and straight-laced as ever, Corrin notes with a hint of amusement causing the corners of her lips to twitch upwards into a smile. Had she known traveling here would've returned her to this sense of normalcy, perhaps she would've made the trek much, much earlier-- easy to say, of course, when she'd been spending more time learning the weight of a crown upon her head. When Jakob places the cup in front of her, the aroma already has her involuntarily sighing... the warmth filling every inch of her body. It's not the tea that does it. It's not the food, though Corrin is gracious for it. There's a special sense of 'home' that comes with being reunited for one the largest parts of her life; the part of her life that never left. That never questioned her even when both Hoshido and Nohr sought her out as a traitor, that only wished to come to her side, the wordless support being what enabled her to continue the fight. Were it not for Jakob... "Thank you, Jakob. Really. I know if you made it, I'll like it," Corrin beams up at him before lithe fingers rest on the warm porcelain, leaning down to take a small sip. Hot, of course, and she winces slightly. He's right that this is certainly something novel, but... as always, he manages to tailor everything to perfection. "I love it! I've wanted to try all sorts of new things here at the Monastery. It's a good opportunity to learn, but also just to... live a normal life, I guess."

As her fingers trace the rim of the cup, though, she falters for only a moment. Is this 'normal'? Yes, this had been Jakob's life for as long as she can remember... and perhaps this truly was his own perception of normal. "Do you ever think about that? About living a normal life, I mean. No royalty, no expectations. Just able to experience everything around you." Corrin's not sure what answer she expects or what answer she would want to hear. If he dreamed of more than being her shadow, she'd never blame him- even if he'd never once expressed any desire other than to stay right next to her. "I mean-- I wouldn't be offended or anything if you did. I'm just-- Ah." Bad at wording this? She hangs her head there, a sigh escaping. @butlere

[butlere]

Most would know Jakob to be a glowering sourpuss of a man. Rarely did he smile; rarer was that smile genuine. Yet upon taking the measure of his lady's satisfaction, such a rare and genuine smile is born in the manner of a centurial shooting star. The devoted butler lays a hand upon his breast and neatly bows.

"That gladdens me to hear, milady. It has been quite some time since I last poured your tea. I'd feared that my skills during your absence might have wasted away." It is half-jest, half-fear, of course; there is no reality in which Jakob would allow himself to rust, to dare bring dishonor upon his role, or to prove any amount of unworthy of it.

Every day without Corrin had nonetheless been spent practicing as if Corrin were here. In reality, the spread he arranged for today he has planned for weeks. There will be more tantalizing recipes and delightful, foreign teas in its vein. An entire month's stock waiting to be poured and heated and served. His planning is immaculate, Jakob himself like a well-oiled machine, and as his upper body rises into neutral once more, he laces his arms behind his back. An undying shadow, a perfect professional, a devoted aide, he is each and all - a storied conversation partner, alongside.

He acts today no less than he did a decade ago and then some. How many had been the conversations they shared, across childhood then adulthood, between isolated princess and disowned noble son? How many the lonely moments made lesser for the great company of each other? So, Jakob lends her question a sincere pause for thought, entertains her unspoken need for it though he need not think at all.

( as often is the case, a good butler knows his lady's mind greater than his own. )

"A normal life? Well, no doubt my particular history informs this answer, but a normal life in my eyes is relative. Serving you is a normal life as I know it, Lady Corrin." It goes unsaid that Jakob's past is a tangled, wretched, abject thing; yet his life now is both richer and simpler. He would not trade it for the world, his pleasant hum tells of it:

"—I am happy with the expectations thrust upon me, many I even gladly inflict upon myself so that I may serve you to the highest degree. If you should wish to find an unhappy man, you would not discover him here."

[dragonveined]

If you should wish to find an unhappy man, you would not discover him here.

That’s all she’s ever wanted to hear, truthfully— and something Corrin has known all along. Yet there’s still a sense of admiration that comes with the reassurance, and a sense of warmth that has a soft chuckle bubbling forth. For Jakob has been there through it all, the good and the bad. He’s seen her worst and he’s seen her best.

Despite that, he stays. He stays, he offers his support, and he cares. He means the world to her— the universe, even, because even the best that this planet has to offer would never trump his importance to her.

If only she were that proficient in her words. Instead, all she can do is glance up at him with heated cheeks, her gaze softening in the instant their eyes meet.

“I…. thank you, Jakob. For all that you’ve done, I believe I haven’t said it enough.” Regardless of duty, he’s always been more than a mere butler to her. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. I certainly won’t shove you away— I’m happier with you by my side, for what it’s worth.”

To him, likely a rather nice commendation.

“I’ll make one request of you. Can you tell me of your time here? Have you fit in alright? Has anyone given you trouble?” Oh, maybe she sounds like a wife fretting over him— but Corrin can’t help it. Despite the time spent apart, it didn’t mean that he didn’t cross her mind every day. “Knowing you, you’ve probably been an indispensable part of the Monastery’s faculty.”

@butlere

[dragonveined]

more than worth its weight in gold

cont. from here

[butlere]

Jakob's inadequacy as a servant is beyond clear to himself; it rings as loud as a bell, exists as blatant as the wanton lack of celebration, orchestra, banquet and more to receive Corrin's coming. Evidently, to his lady, this inadequacy of his is charming; it is enough to drink his tea, it is enough that Jakob has arrived to extend his heartfelt greetings, it is enough that he has wagged his tail for the only master he will ever wag and roll over and lower for. It is enough. Yet when one's liege is one's purpose for living, there are no standards too high, and a thousand too low.

"No grand welcoming? Nonsense, milady, you are a royal of higher standing than any other! A queen must be received with all the rituals she is due. It is my oversight entirely that I have denied you these. Without lavish ceremony, how are you to establish your importance in the eyes of these foreign royals? How is the entire monastery to know of your coming? I am an ill-prepared and thoughtless fool. I—"

Loyal, selfless Jakob. So selfless in fact that his selflessness transmutes into the highest order of selfishness. The quality of his service pleases Corrin but just as well, or even more, pleases Jakob himself. As the butler wallows in his self-pity, his queen's answer nearly escapes him. Nearly. He catches it, straightens as if to escape further hysterics, and rights his course from an inadequate butler to an atoning one.

Or does he?

"M-My word. . .! I am deeply honored by your praise. My tea? Missed? Every day?" A goat would keel over in its shock. A pale, mouth-open Jakob looks to be a hair shy of doing the same. "Such kindness. . .I would not be dissatisfied even if I were to die today. I will carve your words into my breast at the soonest possible opportunity. And, I shall do them honor even sooner—at once!"

...

...

'At once.'

And so they were here; seated within a private room, returned to olden days, and to the familiar breaks of tea and snacks that Corrin has admitted to missing. That Jakob, undoubtedly, has missed even more. There is no satisfaction in serving tea to himself or pouring it for strangers. As the wheel derives fulfillment from toting the wagon, as a cog does by fitting into its rightful place in a machine, Jakob enjoys the happiness of a role that will be both the life and the death of him.

The teapot inclines on the descent of a steady, rich, earth-colored stream. His wrist cants at the same angle, for the same purpose, that it has for all his years.

Well, for all the ones that have ever mattered.

"Rose-infused black tea with a dash of milk," he recites in an even tone of professionalism, straight-backed and dignified. Tea first, then milk and sugar. The steaming cup is set within reach of Corrin's hand - three quarters full to prevent spillage. "The accompanying finger food is a savory quiche cut into bite-sized pieces. Both are novel to your table, milady, but should either or both be to your disfavor, I will ready you a new selection immediately."

[dragonveined]

As efficient and straight-laced as ever, Corrin notes with a hint of amusement causing the corners of her lips to twitch upwards into a smile. Had she known traveling here would've returned her to this sense of normalcy, perhaps she would've made the trek much, much earlier-- easy to say, of course, when she'd been spending more time learning the weight of a crown upon her head. When Jakob places the cup in front of her, the aroma already has her involuntarily sighing... the warmth filling every inch of her body. It's not the tea that does it. It's not the food, though Corrin is gracious for it. There's a special sense of 'home' that comes with being reunited for one the largest parts of her life; the part of her life that never left. That never questioned her even when both Hoshido and Nohr sought her out as a traitor, that only wished to come to her side, the wordless support being what enabled her to continue the fight. Were it not for Jakob... "Thank you, Jakob. Really. I know if you made it, I'll like it," Corrin beams up at him before lithe fingers rest on the warm porcelain, leaning down to take a small sip. Hot, of course, and she winces slightly. He's right that this is certainly something novel, but... as always, he manages to tailor everything to perfection. "I love it! I've wanted to try all sorts of new things here at the Monastery. It's a good opportunity to learn, but also just to... live a normal life, I guess."

As her fingers trace the rim of the cup, though, she falters for only a moment. Is this 'normal'? Yes, this had been Jakob's life for as long as she can remember... and perhaps this truly was his own perception of normal. "Do you ever think about that? About living a normal life, I mean. No royalty, no expectations. Just able to experience everything around you." Corrin's not sure what answer she expects or what answer she would want to hear. If he dreamed of more than being her shadow, she'd never blame him- even if he'd never once expressed any desire other than to stay right next to her. "I mean-- I wouldn't be offended or anything if you did. I'm just-- Ah." Bad at wording this? She hangs her head there, a sigh escaping. @butlere

[dragonveined]

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : and please don't tell our siblings?

[ TXT ] : you were right, it was stupid, I'm sorry I brushed you off

[ TXT ] : hinoka?! [ TXT ] : ugh, you know that's an impossible promise to keep [ TXT ] : i'll try my best to keep it on the down low, okay? just don't blame me, you know how nosy they can be [ TXT ] : i'm on my way now, wait for me. please listen next time

[dragonveined]

WHAT ENTERS THE ROOM BEFORE YOU DO?

THE EXPECTATIONS

You arrive already reading the room. Who needs reassurance. Who expects competence. Who is quietly hoping you’ll fill a gap they won’t name. You adapt instinctively, almost reflexively - sliding into what’s required before anyone asks. People feel understood by you. Seen. Held. Sometimes too quickly. They mistake your attunement for availability, your flexibility for obligation. The work here is remembering that you are allowed to enter without performing. That your presence does not have to be useful to be valid. Colours: Soft beige, pale blue, overcast light Scene: Adjusting yourself mid-conversation, then pausing, wondering when you last checked in with what you wanted.

[dragonveined]

TXT ] : Kamui? Are you awake? I maaaaybe might have the tiiiiiiiniest little bit of a request [TXT ] : or a favor! yup a favor to ask!

[ TXT ] : A very friendly lighthearted perfectly normal late night favor to ask that isn't out of the ordinary between

[ TXT ] : Acquaintances!

[ TXT ] Promise you'll keep it a secret :( Shhhhh!

[ TXT ] : Can you come get me out of here?

(MyCastle Maps: Tsubaki has shared his location!)

[ TXT ] : Please don't ask why :( Or don't come! I'll know what to do!

[ TXT ] : Don't come!! Go back to sleep!! Ignore these messages!! Don't look past this message!! These messages don't exist!! Don't look past this message!!!

[ TXT ] : tsubaki? wow, it's way later than I thought you'd be up [ TXT ] : of course I'll come. I don't know what's wrong, but I'll be there in a flash [ TXT ] : whatever's going on.. it'll be between us, okay? [ TXT ] : no judgement here (5 minutes later) [ TXT ] : i'm ignoring your request to ignore the messages. maps says i'll be there in 15 [ TXT ] : don't you dare go anywhere!! wait for me!!!

[dragonveined]

[ TXT ] : i'm really REALLY sorry that you had to fish me out of the lake

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately, i'm sorry

[ TXT ] : oh! [ TXT ] : you don't have to say sorry! [ TXT ] : I'm just glad you're. Um. Alive? [ TXT ] : I really didn't want to have to pull a body out of the lake. I can't call someone for that again [ TXT ] : I mean. First time. Haha. Don't worry about it [ TXT ] : ANYWAYS hope you're feeling better!

[dragonveined]

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to u [ TXT ] : cant believe it [ TXT ] : who hates deep-fried mozzarella sticks on burgers thats crazy

[ TXT ] : shiro

[ TXT ] : that's enough grease and fat to kill me, I think [ TXT ] : also you'd only taste the mozzarella sticks! [ TXT ] : riddle me this [ TXT ] : what's the point of getting a burger if you can't taste the burger? [ TXT ] : I'll still order it though and just take the mozzarella sticks off to give to you so you have extra. [ TXT ] : peace offering...?

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.