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my love, everlasting | nanna & leif

“ Wha...?! Nanna?! ” Leif exclaims, extremely startled in fact. It's not many people out there who would easily touch him and in such a gentle way, least of all anybody in Garreg Mach. Perhaps Sara might, but in recent years, she's grown more independent, not needing to reach out her hand at all to him.

(Or perhaps it had always been him reaching out to her, in truth, rather than the other way around.)

Leif knows Nanna by her touch however. To be looked for and to be brushed like this despite the former part... “ If you're here, does that mean everything in Agustria is fine? I know there have been some issues Diarmuid seemed to be implying, but... ”

It's a thing he felt a bit in the dark about, but if Diarmuid and Nanna were both here now, he assumes it must have been quelled. The thought sets Leif a bit at ease, but such ease reminds him of how sweaty he is, and how Nanna still reached for him in spite of that upon her return...

...It's easy to forget, with how refined she always looks, how little she cares of what she must go through on this earth to make it to him time after time.

In that moment, he thinks he falls a little more in love with her again.

“ Actually, let's talk somewhere better than here. ” He takes her hand then in his. “ I'll let you choose, Nanna. ”

einjelique

The mention of Agustria causes her smile to falter, though only for a moment. "...It's settled for now-- as much as I could manage on my own, at the very least," she reassures him, her thumbs brushing against his skin. "Whatever it takes to return by your side, Lord Leif."

While things back home were hardly perfect, she was at least thankful that they had managed to solve most of it civilly. Every single one of them from the army had seen enough bloodshed for a lifetime or two...she couldn't stand the thought of any more spilling, sullying the soil of her home.

"Right. My apologies-- I originally planned to meet you in your quarters, but...I thought it would be much more fun to surprise you after your training."

"Perhaps it would be more suitable to speak in there. ...If that's alright with you, Leif."

#{ blooming rose }#{ leif }#{ my love everlasting }

anruraiocht

dear my precious friend

anniversary 2024: heavy armor +1

anruraiocht

Necessity breeds a certain degradation of boundaries. A younger Miranda, like any other princess, would have blanched at the mere thought of having to share bedding with someone else. However, enough nights spent out marching and one tends to stop caring so much about such minor things. A lifestyle of stealing supplies directly from the enemy inspires a certain level of resignation towards things you might have rejected only months prior. Sure, you tell yourself, might as well share a blanket. There weren't enough to go around, so sharing is an easy compromise.

This is why Miranda can only sigh when she opens the bag of supplies they'd been lent for this mission and spots only one blanket. No one could have known that it would snow again this late in the spring, so it's truly no one's fault that clumps of gathered snow pile up outside of the makeshift shelter they'd thrown together.

They'd adapt, just like they always have. They were good at that, these two princesses.

"Princess Nanna," Miranda says as she flicks an ember to start their campfire. With her other hand, she holds up the other end blanket in a side hugging motion. "You can sleep if you wish. Your body temperature will drop, but if we sit together under the blanket and I keep the fire going, you will not be in danger of freezing."

With just the two of them here, it feels less like they were marching with an army and more like they were kids again, setting up blanket forts before the servants would come in to chide them for taking freshly pressed blankets from the guest beds.

They are no longer those children, though.

@einjelique

einjelique

Nanna peers over Miranda's shoulder as the bag is opened, doing her best to stifle a laugh behind her hand. No, the situation they were in could hardly be considered humorous...and yet Nanna managed to find the silver lining in it all. There were times in her life where sharing blankets had been the least of her worries...so what harm was there in sharing with a friend?

She takes her end of the blanket, wrapping it around herself as she watches the other work away at the fire. "I'm not quite tired yet, Miranda...so if you wouldn't mind, I would like to keep you company. It does not seem fair to have you work away all by yourself."

...Even she knows that they are no longer those same children, playing and smiling as they were kept safe, even if only for a moment. They are memories that she holds dear-- memories that she revisits on particularly sad days-- but Nanna knows better than to assume the same for Miranda. They have all lost things dear to them, but...Nanna can never fully know Miranda's heart as well as her own.

But she would try nonetheless. It would never be the same...but that didn't mean something new could not be born from their time together again.

"Hehe...it's been awhile since I have gotten to spend time with you like this, just the two of us," her voice is soft, spoken no louder than a whisper, "like a proper sleepover, save for the chilly winds. We can take turns stoking the fire, alright? I would hate for you to catch a chill just for my sake."

#{ blooming rose }#{ miranda }#{ dear my precious friend }

"Why, do my eyes deceive me!?" Laslow exclaims, rubbing at aforementioned eyes as if in shock. "Could it be? My dearest, my long lost betrothed from another life, my sweet Nanna!"

Laughing, he drops the act, extending a hand in greeting. "Heh, I simply couldn't resist a bit of drama. It's always such a joy to see an old friend! We truly never know when our paths with cross again."

She has yet to forget his voice-- how could she? Even despite their misunderstandings Nanna found a precious friend in Laslow, one that she would keep close to her heart.

...But even if it's only a joke, she can't help but wince at the pet names. If it had been anyone else she would have given him a piece of her mind, but he's thankfully quick to clear it up.

"It's nice to see you again, Laslow-- I was wondering when I would have the chance to see you again! If you have a moment I'd love to have some tea and catch up!"

#{ blooming rose }#{ laslow }

Wanted Plots : Nanna !

Hello!! Kinda late but here are the plots I'm looking for for Nanna! As a warning I'm a bit busy, so in most cases I'll probably ask that you write the starter orz apologies ahead of time! I'll also be limiting how many I take, so I'll be sticking to the prompts listed! Sorry!!

Note for muses who knew her the last time she was here: I'm keeping all past memories/interactions, so you're free to reference anything if they knew each other! Working with the idea that she went away to deal with some business back home! <3

Feel free to DM me on tumblr, or discord! ☆☆☆

#{ wilting petal }

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my love, everlasting | nanna & leif

einjelique

Her lips are pulled in a mischievous smile as she waits for Leif to finish with his training. Though she had half considered sending a letter to warn of her arrival prior to her departure, just imagining the face he would make upon seeing her for the first time in so long...how could she resist surprising him?

Weapons clang as they're put away and one by one they filter out of the training grounds-- until only one is left. As he exits she moves out of her hiding spot (though it could more accurately be considered hiding in plain sight), her hand brushing against his wrist as to not alarm him. She's gentle as to not scare him, only wanting to gain his attention.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it? I hope I didn't startle you...Lord Leif. I was simply so excited to see you that sending a letter must have slipped my mind."

@diadic

#{ blooming rose }#{ leif }#{ my love everlasting }

i'm so happy for you and your ugly fucking boyfriend im serious

I have a feeling you don't mean that...

#{ wilting petal }

manipulate mansplain malewife / gaslight gatekeep girlboss

liegebound:

It was a poor start for Nanna, from dodging to missing that one might think foul play was afoot. The gatekeeper fares far better, able to use her lance to strike while maintaining distance, landing a clean hit against Nanna’s already shaky form.

Kent wants to believe in Nanna, but without knowing much of how she fights and knowing the inherent disadvantage she fights at, he cannot claim to be surprised as the bout roars on, the gatekeeper continuing to stay at bay while also whittling down at the princess. It’s at what would have been a defeating blow, decisive in its swing, that Kent intervenes at last, bringing his own lance up to block the strike meant for his charge.

“ Ah! So you’re joinin’ in the fun now, are you? ” Despite the unexpected nature of Kent’s support, the gatekeeper seems to maintain her positive spirit.

But in response, Kent shakes his head, rising back to a more relaxed stance even with his weapon in hand. “ Just here to stop things from moving forward and growing too intense for what was only meant to be a simple spar. ”

“ Aw, boo. ” The woman with the cloud-shaped birthmark pouts but perks up soon after. “ But you’re probably right that it was good to stop there. You alright, lass? I didn’t spook ya, did I? ”

Nanna had never placed much importance in her ability to fight. Her only intention when raising her sword was to protect, never to cause unwarranted harm…but by no means did she want to appear as weak. “I’m fine…” It felt just a bit…pathetic to lose so soon. She was at least hoping to put up a fight before going down.

“No, miss— I’d like to think I wouldn’t frighten that easily.” Despite it all she smiles, extending a hand towards the knight for a handshake. “You’ve our spar today, but I hope that one day in the future I will have a chance to try and best you once again.” The Princess looks over at Kent, nodding her head as to gesture to him. “Or maybe Sir Kent may have his turn! He’s quite formidable, or so I’ve heard!”

Whether or not the knight takes her hand Nanna steps back, remaining by Kent’s side. “And thank you, Kent. I’m sure I would not be able to walk away from this spar in one piece had you not stepped in…”

#{ manipulate mansplain malewife / gaslight gatekeep girlboss }#{ kent }#{ blooming rose }

i am thou or whatever — team 11 steel round

salveden:

IT TAKES NO MASTER TO REALIZE that the beast before them, marked conceitedly by a god, is on its last threads of health. its conscious fading is the cause of its wavering form, a swaying stance that defies its natural right of stature. midori watches it with keen eyes as it stalks over shigure’s attack. when he lands back from the blow, midori wears concern obvious over her face.

“ thank you, miss nanna! ” she says after a wave of magic seals up shigure’s wounds. the sight of his skin returning to a proper tone is enough to allow her a moment of peace. “ i’ll help as well! two spells are better than a lonely one. ” her smile is infectious, even as the ground trembles beneath her feet and the beast contorts in response to the silence, the lack of striking. it uses the gap of time as passage; midori’s gaze turns to follow the lunge it sends towards velouria. guilt weighs her mind down but the shock is stronger— she had just been near the wolfskin. she had just healed her!

“ velouria? velouria, are you okay?! ” low heels kick up dirt as she sprints towards the beast and velouria; arrow set immediately on the bowstring the closer she approaches the scene. it is then that the beast howls, roaring in a thunderous ripple of sound that shakes the earth and encourages the audience’s cheers.

poison of god: chosen! rolls d20 ( -3 spd ) = 1! ‘king’s roar’ misses.

midori swiftly drops in a roll, unable to stop her sprint in any other way lest she propels herself forward with the momentum. the roll is clumsy— she is not as elegant as her father; has not mastered all of his moves— but it sends her into a kneel that ducks beneath the rush of wind. for a moment, there is nothing. there is nothing. her vision blackens. her body is light, weightless, falling. bright eyes snap open and midori is quickly back to her feet, shaking off her daze in time to see the beast fall beneath velouria’s blade. it’s descent is slow, halted, if not for the next advance it readies in retaliation.

poison of god: chosen! rolls d4 ( -1 ) = 0! ‘king’s fury’ misses.

poison of god: chosen has been defeated, changes into poison of god: messenger.

this time, midori cannot feel the wave of power that attempts to strike her down. her area is not struck, but everyone else’s is. a struggle of watching this all happen is fought within her head, easily shaken off at the reminding sight. her sprint finds its target once more; velouria. one hand raises towards her when midori makes it to her side, eyes watery against her control. a gentle but shaky brush is made to velouria’s trembling arm.

midori! rolls d20 = 4! ‘physic’ heals velouria, +1 hp. ( velouria hp = 2.5 / 12 )

“ hey, vel? ” the magic stutters in midori’s grasp and no matter how hard she tries to pull it into a channel, the threads between her and faith continue to wane. “ i’m so sorry, vel. i’ll try better, okay? you have to stay up, though. i can’t try better if you’re not careful. ” she’s rambling. she’s rambling and she knows it but if it keeps velouria’s attention on her, then she can allow it for now. the magic in her hand has gone cold but velouria is still hurt. a turn to her companions as she almost asks for help, if only then to see their conditions.

@pheraean , @wolfskintribedaughter , @stalarmonios

She cannot be bothered to look around her. Even as Velouria and Eliwood continue on in pain, Nanna is unable to tear her gaze from the god-- the monster in front of her. The vision of it alone mocks her, knowing how easily she could take it down.

So she does.

Nanna uses Brave Bow on Poison of God: Messenger. Roll 2d20: 16, 10. Hit x2! 8 damage (Poison of God: Messenger HP 0/10).

The relief is momentary. It’s as if she’s woken from from a dream inside of a dream, suddenly aware of her own thoughts and actions. How what she’s done just now could have doomed herself-- how it could doom her teammates. “Oh...oh-- everyone, please, be careful--!”

Poison of God: Messenger uses Fallen Angel. Roll 5d4-1: 2, 3, 0, 1, 3. Nanna: 4.5/10HP Shigure: 6/10HP Eliwood: 3.5/10HP Velouria: 1.5/10HP Midori HP: 4.5/10HP

Poison of God: Fallen uses Bide Time.

Nanna had always seen light as a positive element, one used for healing rather than harming...then again, the tome on her hip clearly proves otherwise-- but the god’s attack not only blinds, but burns. They all survive, though a bit worse for wear. They are lucky, however, that the monster seems to pause in its next attack. It’s suspicious, but she won’t turn down an opportunity for them to gather and lick their wounds.

“I-I apologize-- I have no idea what came over me...Velouria, please allow me to heal your injuries.”

Nanna gains +2HP from Renewal (Nanna HP 6.5/10) Nanna uses Recover on Velouria. Roll d20: 2! What the hell. +3HP (Velouria HP 4.5/10)

...It’s pitiful. Once again she has let them down. “I’m sorry-- it’s better than nothing, but I wish I could have done better. For you, Velouria, and for the rest of you.”

#tbt

i am thou or whatever — team 11 steel round

stalarmonios:

The automatons, his mount, his friends’ weapons, they all shimmer and flicker before dissipating as new enemies and armaments take their place, once again. Perhaps he should have expected as such after damaging last round’s opponents so much, though that begs the question of how many more rounds they will have to endure. Didn’t Chrom undergo a similar incident while trapped by the Projectionist? He told me about it after we met once we had escaped the enchanted books; if I recall correctly, he said his team endured five rounds total. Then, this is the third round… which may mean we might have two more rounds to win after this. Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it. Please give us the strength to see this through, dear Ana-ojichan.

The weight of a shield lies strapped to his non-dominant arm, the same shield Midori wielded last round, and sheathed at his hip… too light for a sword, maybe a dagger? Glancing down at himself, the bluenette finds the uniform of a Nohrian servant and, ah yes, that is a dagger. Still no pegasus in sight for him, how disappointing. If this were an ordinary dream, he would have had dear old Kaito with him for every round, but it seems that’s not the case.

Nothing for it, then, but to take down their current foe as quickly as possible… but Shigure’s stomach swims with unease as he glances at the strange being before them. It’s a little too like the mad Silent Dragon and Melanthios for his taste, and he shakes his head, drawing his dagger. The lionheart—Eliwood, his name is Eliwood, he remembers now—alerts the party to the consequences of attacking the thing, while Velouria and Midori rally everyone with a bit of cheer. Despite himself, the teen quirks a small smile. Even if this dream is far from what he’d prefer, at least he has his friends to undertake this tribulation alongside him.

“Noted, and thank you.” Let us see how this thing fairs against a dagger and the power bestowed upon me by the dream.

Ochain Shield activates! Health restored: 1. Shigure: 9/10 HP

Roll Dagger: 3. Barely hit! Damage dealt: 2.5. Chosen: 0.5/10 HP

Reflect activates! Damage dealt: 2.5. Shigure: 6.5/10 HP

Prepared as he is for the retaliation, Shigure still grits his teeth against the sharp pain canceling out the soothing warmth of his shield. It’s more than he expected to feel considering his current choice of weapon, which means he must have some sort of skill in play, bolstering the damage he can inflict. Perhaps it was best I left a nasty scratch rather than outright kill it, although that would be nice if we could have ended its life sooner.

Roll counter: 11. Hit! Damage dealt: 1.5. Shigure: 5/10 HP

Of course, on top of having his strike reflected back at him, the entity also deems it necessary to lay a counterattack upon him, and in spite of his efforts, the bluenette does not manage to avoid the shredding, uncanny hand that reaches out towards him. Shigure winces as he staggers back and shudders from the nightmarish agony that wracks his frame, though he remains standing, thank the Dragons.

“I don’t suppose you would happen to have something that would put this down?” he asks the nearby blonde. “Or at least something that can neutralize that nasty reflection effect?”

@einjelique onwards!

This nightmare was proving itself more and more difficult to deal with. Before they were able to defeat their last opponent the world shifts, and the exact same group of people find themselves face to face with another monstrosity.

Not only that, but their equipment has changed once again. No longer is Nanna sat upon her winged steed, but instead she finds herself on sturdy ground once more, wearing a long robe and a hat that she’s certain she looks ridiculous in. As for weapons she finds herself armed with both physical and magical damage— and a heal staff!

Though she misses the weight of an ever familiar sword in her hand, she can’t find herself complaining at the idea of healing rather than watching her team’s wounds grow worse. Midori has done an excellent job, but the thought of her doing it all on her own saddens the Princess.

Nanna watches as it reflects all of their attacks— she can’t help but cringe at the sight. No matter what they did to it, it would simply do the exact same back in return. That was bothersome…it was no different than if they hit one another.

The smile she offers Shigure is halfhearted. She can’t stand there and pretend that seeing him— or any of them, for that matter— in pain does not wound her, but she can at least try to reassure him that it was alright. They would be alright.

“There’s nothing I can do for the reflection, but for your wounds I am well equipped.” To watch them throw themselves at it, only to come back more battered and bruised…it sickened her.

Nanna heals +2HP with Renewal. (Nanna 10/10 HP) Nanna uses Recover on Shigure. Roll d20: 13! Good heal, +6 health. (Shigure 10/10 HP)

“I will do all I can— for you, and for all of us here. Do not hesitate to ask if your body grows tired. My staff is yours.”

She can only hope that her words help soothe their worries…though it does little to make herself feel any safer.

Poison of God: Chosen uses King’s Roar. Roll 5d20: 17, 14, 4, 4, 1. Nanna is afflicted with Isolate and Void. Shigure is afflicted with Isolate.

Poison of God: Chosen uses Mauling Strike on Velouria. Roll 2d20: 11, 4: Hit, Barely Hit! 2 damage (Velouria HP 6.5/12) Velouria counters with Brave Sword. Roll 1d20+2: 22! Critical Hit! 3 damage (Poison of God: Chosen HP 0/10. KO) Poison of God: Chosen reflects 3 damage against Velouria. (Velouria HP 3.5/12)

Poison of God: Chosen uses King’s Fury. Roll 5d4-1:1, 1, 2, 2, 0. Nanna: 9/10HP Shigure: 9/10HP Eliwood: 4.5/10HP Velouria: 1.5/10HP Midori: 7.5/10HP

Well, that just happened.

The world around Nanna feels cold, alone— as if there is no one by her side any longer. It’s silly, she can clearly see them all. The isolation grows stronger nonetheless. Logic rarely works in the world of dreams.

Before she even has a chance to catch her breath, the monster changes. It takes shape, a new form in its place…one that was clearly coming her way.

Poison of God: Messenger uses Judgement against Nanna. Roll d20: 16! Hit! 2.5 damage. Nanna is afflicted with Taunt. (Nanna HP 6.5/10) Nanna counters with Brave Bow. Roll 2d20: 14, 2: Hit, Miss! 4 damage (Poison of God: Messenger HP 6/10)

Poison of God: Messenger uses Almighty Wings. Roll 5d20: 2, 5, 17, 4, 3. Aegis activates! Eliwood takes 1 damage (Eliwood HP 3.5/10HP)

“W-what—“ What has it done to me? No matter how hard she tries, she cannot tear her eyes off the monster. Her thoughts consumed— she’s livid, in a sense, as if it had somehow scorned her. She can no longer think of her teammates, nor how they need her. All she can think about is seeing it fall at her feet.

Her weapon remains raised, hands ready, but unmoving.

#tbt #ik what im describing is kinda berserk but i wanted some flsvour text ))

HONEY! THE MINIONS CAN EXPLODE?! — team 11, iron round

salveden:

AT MIDORI’S ASSUMPTION, her teammates moved forward in a familiar sync; the connection of people that knew little and all of each other. midori couldn’t stop the smile from softening her expression. this sight, this feeling, all too similar to her attachment to the army of nohr and hoshido. she felt as much even at the sight of nanna being on the receiving side of a strike. midori winced, quickly moving to an area where she could reach the golden lady once she descended from the sky. it was a strategy she knew best after having healed the worst of wounds on those that sought to strike from the air. as she stationed herself, hooves made a patterned noise behind her and she turned to the sound.

shigure! uses ‘rally speed’ on midori, +4 speed.

“ shigure, ” midori’s smile turned sweeter; seeing shigure upon a mount made her sensitive with delight. she listened patiently as he cast a spell over her, a slight glance thrown down to the shield on her arm. nodding, she gave him a friendly salute, “ thank you! stay clear of the enemies since you have no defense for now, alright? ”

when the mount moved away, midori turned her focus back to the enemy’s area. she flinched at the sound of whirring, its ability to deafen even behind the sturdy veil encased around the marine beast. when the scout surged forward, midori realized the lightness of her feet. no, her body. she knew this spell; a sense of support she knew how to perform back home, too. shield arranged before her, bright eyes narrowed in a testing glare.

radio scout: bulwark c! rolls d20 ( -4 ) = 4, 7! ‘heavy chop’ misses twice.

midori! rolls d20 ( +1 ) = 13! ‘seraphim’ critically hits, 4 damage. ( radio scout: bulwark c hp = 6 / 10 )

black ice node! rolls d3 = 1! fail.

young apothecary easily stepped out of the first fist’s direction. her ponytails swayed harshly to the gust of wind but little thought could go into it when the scout persisted on trying again. she braced herself and hopped backwards, stable on a single foot as the second iron fist cut an arc through empty air. midori held her balance with the raise of her hand; light emitted in a spark before blasting out in a fury of magic and feathers. blinding, yes, but she could hear the consequence of her attack; metal singed and tore apart beneath the pressure. the scout retreated and she, too, moved back in a few steps.

a smile was given to nanna’s compassionate voice. midori’s brows furrowed but she laughed warmly, raising a hand in a wave towards her fellow companion. she called forth the magic of her mind, incantation light on her tongue.

midori! rolls d20 = 20! ‘recover’ heals nanna excellently, ( 8 + 2 ) 10 health. ( nanna hp = 10 / 10 )

“ it’s alright, miss nanna! here, i’ll take care of your wounds. ” a channel opened within her veins, in which she pushed the magic gently to nanna’s body. from here, she was unable to see if the wounds properly closed but she could feel it; and that was enough to calm her worrying. “ there! now you can fight. ”

@einjelique or @stalarmonios

This final minion was certainly a pain. It seemed that no matter how many times they attacked them it took quite a few attempts before it could be deactivated. Hopefully luck would be on their side very soon, lest they end up stuck in this nightmare.

“Oh, Midori…” Nanna offers her a smile, watching as the young apothecary stands by her side. The incantation is one she is unfamiliar with, different than the one she’s learned back home in Jugdral, but the effect is all the same. Not only do her wounds close, but she feels better than she had at the start of their dream!

“Incredible— I will make sure your efforts are not wasted, Midori!” And before she takes off into the air once more, Nanna flashes Midori a large grin.

Nanna uses Killer Lance against Radio Scout: Bulwark C. Roll d20: 12! Hit. 2 damage. (Radio Scout: Bulwark C 0/10HP). Roll d3: 3! Deactivated.

“Yes—!”

She steers her steed back to the ground to join the others, her smile never faltering once. “We’ve done it— now is our chance to attack! Thank you, everyone— we’ve all done so well to make it this far!”

#tbt

"Happy Birthday, Nanna." Despite wearing his typically aloof expression with a complementary stern tone, there was a respective warmth and smoothness in them that betrayed the deep sincerity behind his words. "I'm sure Leif has plans of his own for you today, so I'll not keep you long, but I wanted to give you this while I had the chance." The exceedingly gentle manner with which he placed his gift, a brand-new gauntlet, into her hands by clasping his hand under hers and putting the gift on top spoke to the rest of his feelings of fondness and affection for his cousin he owed so much to. "I have watched your strength grow much since that first sword lesson of ours during the Holy War, so I thought it time to reward you the way I was when I met a milestone in my own training." In actuality, Ares had to go fetch his own "rewards" for his training. To achieve his first class of Cavalier in Javarro's mercenary band required one's own equipment, and the only expectation was that young trainees like him would have it secured by the first day of their next assignment. Buying it, stealing it, ripping it off a slain foe -- the method didn't matter so long as you had it, and only those who earned the right to have it could try to get it. Simply being given it was the only option that was basically always out of the question, for no mercenary in their right mind would hand away very expensive equipment to someone else instead of use it themselves. He thought Nanna deserved that impossible option. "I can show you how to mend it if its size proves too big, but that can wait for later. This day ought to be used for relaxing." Ares gave her a reassuring and proud pat on her shoulder, letting it rest there for a moment as he added, with utmost certainty in his eyes, "My hand, my sword -- know that you may always have whatever help you need of me. I promise."

Her cousin was difficult to read…for other people, perhaps. Though they had only met for the first time during their time in Seliph’s army, the bond of family was already apparent to Nanna. At first it was simple: he was the son of her mother’s beloved brother, a boy she would have taken under her own wing had she not…

(Today was not the day to think like that— not when she was sure her mother would make her own appearance on this day.)

But Nanna quickly saw him as so much more than family by blood alone. Ares was more than Eldigan’s son or the heir of Nordion— he was her cousin, a man who stood strong for his beliefs, yet had a kind heart despite the lies and hardships.

He was simply Ares.

“Oh! Thank you, Ares! Your well wishes warm my heart…” A gift? Nanna was a bit surprised to hear that. She knew about his situation back in Nordion…and even outside of this fact, they had grown up with little to nothing. Money was hard to come by during the war, and luxuries accounted for everything but food and weapons. “You didn’t have to get me anything!— Oh…”

His hands are so strong— she’s seen how he brings down the sword on his opponents— and yet his hold is so gentle. Ares’ words are even softer. In this moment she feels not like a Princess, helpless and reliant, but a woman who can hold her own. It shouldn’t surprise her that this is how he saw her giving their time together…but it doesn’t fail to bring tears to her eyes.

“Oh, Ares…I would love that— to mend it together, and perhaps even a friendly spar!” She giggles, hand coming up to wipe her eyes. “Forgive me for crying so easily…to hear you speak of me so proudly, it’s…”

Nanna is quick to pull him into a hug, smiling against his uniform’s jacket. “With you, and so many others in my life, I have no doubt that I will never be alone…and to you, I promise the same…”

#{ blooming rose }#{ ares }#UWAAAA thank u kusa!!! ))

HONEY! THE MINIONS CAN EXPLODE?! — team 11, iron round

stalarmonios:

Neigh?

“Hmm?”

Like strokes brushing over a canvas, the scene paints over itself, and where once was a fiery beast felled by him and his friends now stands three strange mechanical apparitions. His friends, too, have shifted—not fundamentally, but in their manner of dress and armament; and on further inspection, it seems so has he. (It is hard to ignore or deny such a thing while sitting atop a horse when he was standing on his own before.) His lance has vanished, and in its place… a ring? And nothing else? The bluenette can feel a sense of authority and power draped around him, much like the eerie presence from before, urging him to cry out for his team to fight faster. However, how is he expected to fight with just a horse and a ring and a voice?

Or perhaps my role is not to fight, but to support, he thinks as the others attack their opponents with varying levels of success. A strategist Shigure is not, but he still studies his friends and the enemies in an attempt to determine who will require his rallying call the most. The lion-tinted redhead and blonde blossom, with their winged mounts (and oh, how he aches to join them, but for now the dream has grounded him in favor of this for now), do not appear to need his blessing of speed. Out of Midori and Velouria, the former is encumbered by a heavy shield, and though this may be a dream and thus somewhat pliable to the dreamers’ will, Shigure does not recall his friend being capable of doing such a thing before. Perhaps she would appreciate the boost.

The youth smoothes a gentle hand through his steed’s mane—“Hello there. I’d like to be your partner for a bit if you don’t mind.”— and clears his throat. “Now, how should I go about this?”

泡沫うたかた　想おもい　廻めぐる秤はかり　伝つたう

Incantation finished, Shigure reaches out towards his apothecary friend, gathering power into a familiar command. “Midori! Let your footsteps be light and free and your shield protect you instead of weighing you down!”

Shigure rallies Midori for +4 Spd!

How curious… if this works, I do not mind my inability to attack. The enemy may target me, but this dream appears to have accounted for that with this ring… I can only hope we will all survive, and that I am of help to everyone.

@einjelique boop!

Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy. The battlefield shifts right before her eyes, and the next thing she knows…there is a pegasus beneath her. A living being that wasn’t there just moments ago, and it was presumably hers until the next battle. There’s no time to learn about this beautiful creature’s personality, for they are in the midst of a battle…and this was still nothing more than a dream.

(It was cruel. She hoped that perhaps it was somewhere out there in the real world. To meet her temporary steed one day…a dream come true.)

The lance is light— nothing like she would have expected— though it feels unnatural in her hands. Whatever was going on, it seemed as if it refused to allow her to shy into her comfort zone for the fights up ahead. Well, so long as she survived to see another day she could perhaps feel thankful for the change of pace.

With one hand she holds on tightly to the reigns of her pegasus, and with the other she plunges the lance into their opponent.

Nanna uses Killer Lance against Radio Scout: Bulwark B. Roll d20: 13! Crit. 4 damage. (RS: Bulwark B 2.5/10 HP). Roll d3: 1! Fail.

Radio Scout: Bulwark B counters with Heavy Chop. Roll 2d20-8: 12, 3! Crit, miss! 5 damage. (Nanna 4/10 HP)

Nanna uses Killer Lance against Radio Scout: Bulwark B. Roll d20: 11! Hit! 2 damage. (RS: Bulwark B 0.5/10 HP). Roll d3: 2! Deactivated

“That— that should have taken care of it—“ Her body leans against her mount for support, finding it difficult to stay upright after what had transpired. She had been proud to land such a solid hit with a weapon she was unfamiliar with without falling out the air…but pride often came with a price, earning her a wound on her side.

“I’ll be alright for now…at the very least, there is now one less of them to deal with.”

Alloy Arsenal: Marine uses Gatling Gun against Eliwood. Roll d20(-4): 13! Hit, 1.5 damage. (Eliwood 8.5/10 HP)

Second attack: Roll d20(-4): 5! Miss.

Radio Scout: Bulwark C uses Heavy Chop against Midori. Roll d20(-4): 4! Miss. (Midori 10/10 HP)

Second attack: Roll d20(-4): 7! Miss.

Midori counters with Seraphim. Roll d20(+1): 13! Critical hit, 4 damage. (Radio Scout: Bulwark C 6/10 HP). Roll d3: 1! Fail.

Luckily none of them had gotten overly injured…but the enemy’s leader still stood strong as long as they couldn’t deactivate its armour. “Almost— I’m sure we’ll be able to deactivate it soon enough, everyone— but for now we must survive. Allow me to heal your wounds while I still can.”

@pheraean

#tbt

A Family Can Be Three Fates Kids, :Lord: And Nanna (Team 11 Bronze Round)

salveden:

LAST SHE KNEW OF IT, midori was but a struggling captive of sleep, weaving in and out of exhaustion as papers scattered themselves across her desk. the day had brought no comfort, not an inch of respite even though she attempted to sync her schedule with fódlan’s natural time lapse. young apothecary shook her head, patted her cheeks, shook her leg, but her eyes remained droopy, her breath still a fleeting rhythm of intakes. so, she rose from her chair. she rose and turned and hoped to make it to her bed without a stumble but her knee gave out at the sudden weight in her grasp.

when midori snapped her eyes open, her surroundings were not familiar. something was wrong; the shift had been too heavy, too quick. she stumbled slightly, glancing down at the staff in her hands as if suddenly aware of fates’ achilles heel cut just for her. hazel irises blinked back surprise into wavering nonchalance. there was shouting thrown from above, beyond the crowd of stilling gazes. though, she was quick to realize the skeleton of their voices was off, they yelled as if their normal voices did not exist. as if they were made only to cheer and encourage with a monotone rasp and paid enthusiasm.

intelligent gaze searched the arena floor, finding familiars within moments of recognition. “ shigure, velouria… ” her voice trembled but did not break. “ what are we doing here? where are we? ” though, her companions were not only friends of childhood, for two more stood beside them; two students of the blue lions house— nanna, one was called. and that, truly, was all the time she had to look around before the fiery young man was the first to follow the monster’s path.

uh… wait.

“ what is thAT— VELOURIA! ” the gesture to her sword had been the only warning of velouria’s intent; midori stood, stunned, as the wolfskin raced towards the beast, its body a mixture of what seemed molten and smoke. young apothecary had her hand up the moment velouria caught herself under the beast’s body, pulling from her mind the proper spell.

midori! rolls d20 = 3! heals +1hp! ( velouria hp = 8 / 10 )

a light emitted its glow from her palm, appearing upon velouria’s body in slight sparks of magic, the barest of flickers. midori huffed, pulling her hand back to rub it against her shirt. hopefully, her insistence would halt her trembling, if only for a moment. she pressed the same hand to velouria’s back after a few seconds, concern deeply settled across her features.

“ velouria, don’t rush in without thinking… ” she said, gentle in her scolding of the wolfskin; her next words followed the turn of her head, directed to her fellow companions, “ i can keep you all healthy until we figure a way out. still be careful! i can’t patch you up if you’re dead. ” and with that, midori moved away from velouria and tapped the end of her staff against the ground. determined, yes, but still sleepy, somewhat.

@einjelique & @stalarmonios !!

...This was certainly not where she was expecting to wake up. Perhaps it could be nothing more than a dream, but she knew better by now than to expect such a simple answer from the continent known as Fodlan. Everything had some sort of absurd explanation, and Nanna couldn’t see this being any different.

She is armed with two heavy gauntlets, fitted snug around her arms. It was nothing she was familiar with-- swords and staves had always been her expertise, and the idea of fighting with her hands felt...brutal. She’s thankful it is not her bare fist alone, at least.

The final mystery was a mask on her face, taking the shape of some sort of...goop? Whatever it was, it was hardly intimidating! And try as she might, it was impossible for her to pull it off of her. Thankfully it had eyeholes, so she wouldn’t be fighting blindly...

There is little time to think of her teammates, as they’ve already begun their assault upon the beast in front of them. She had heard and seen them all at one point during her time at the academy...though proper introduction would have to wait until after they won the battle.

She knew there would be more to come.

“I’m thankful to have you as an ally, Midori-- and you as well, Velouria...though, I would like to see you wake from this living nightmare in one piece. Please, be more careful!” As for Eliwood...well, he looked like a man who could...probably handle himself.

Hopefully.

Taking a deep breath, Nanna raises her fists and charged towards the monster with a yell...though nothing too loud. It just made sense to have a sort of war cry when you were running head first into danger!

Nanna uses Steel Gauntlets against Volcano Beast. Roll 2d20 = 16, 2! Hit. 4 damage (Volcano Beast 3.5/10)

Volcano Beast uses Lunging Strike against Nanna. Roll d20 = 2! Miss! 0 damage (Nanna 10/10)

Though both hits are solid, the second one feels weaker than the first. Perhaps it was due to one hand being more dominant than the other...but no matter! All that mattered in this moment was that she did it. She could never ask more out of herself than that.

The Volcano Beast lunges at her, but she is quick on her feet. Her own tricks are nothing as impressive as her Leif’s, but she jumps out of the way with a flourish, sticking the landing gracefully.

“I hope that will be enough-- it should be weak enough that we can finish it soon! Shigure, Eliwood-- I leave the rest to you!”

@stalarmonios

#{ blooming rose }#{ three fates a lord and nanna }#{ midori }#{ eliwood }#{ shigure }#{ velouria }#toaarena2022winter

laslow:

Ah, here it comes.

Rejection, old friend! It’s been awhile, no?

He loosens his grip on her hands, smile wilting in the face of reality. Honestly, he’s surprised she’s indulged him this long. All good things must come to an end eventually.

He drops her hands completely at this new revelation. Engaged? To Leif? Oh Naga. Does Nanna know about the Nose Incident?

“My most humble apologies, Nanna!” He laughs a little awkwardly, cheeks turning red. “…I didn’t expect to get married. Got swept up in the game ‘s all. Lord Leif is a lucky man indeed to have captured your heart.”

Left hand begins playing with one of his earrings. “Promise me you won’t think too unkindly of me in the future?”

This…felt pretty bad, actually. She knew this had to happen, lest this continue on, but part of her somehow felt…guilty. It was rare to her to have a man be so respectful about being rejected— especially after being so insistent.

What was this feeling? It certainly wasn’t a change of heart. Leif was the only man she could ever want! So the emptiness in her chest was not that of heartbreak, of that she was certain.

( It was pity, plain and simple. )

The Princess sighs, shaking her head as she extends a hand. “All is forgiven, Laslow— it warms my heart to know you are a better man than most. I think of you no differently now that all of this is behind us.”

“Well then! Now that this is all settled, why don’t we go enjoy the festival together— as friends? Perhaps we could stop by a stall that sells sweets…”

#{ blooming rose }#{ laslow }#{ laslow 02 }

October Activity Check

Status: Passed!

Points Gained:

Activity Check - Any+1

Allocation: +1 in Sword

Changes:

Sword B -> B+

#{ wilting petal }#toaactivity #once again ignore me not doing one last month ))

Don’t Tell The Bride [ Nanna & Leif ]

A traveling wedding boutique has arrived in town! They offer customized wedding dress and suit fittings. Find that perfect dress and get it tailor made to fit your body… and maybe bring a loved one with you while you’re at it! [Grants Faith +1]

@diadic

There’s an old wives tale about seeing the bride before the wedding. Some say it’s bad luck, though she’s heard some say it originates from arranges marriages-- families feared that if the groom saw the bride there was a chance they would call off the wedding. Nanna...never believed in arranged marriages, and the idea that any man would leave their soon-to-be wife at the altar sickened her.

She had gone to look for a dress with her mother and Leif’s family just before the boutique came to town-- unfortunate timing-- though the dress still needed a bit of work done on it before it was perfect. Not that she was getting married anytime soon (as far as she knew), but it never hurt to be prepared! Just in case Leif suddenly decided to communicate.

( Unlikely. )

She’s standing in the middle of the boutique with mirrors in front of her when a familiar voice can be heard behind her, a familiar mop of brunette hair peaking into her view from the mirror.

“Leif--!”

Nanna is quick to jump off of the platform and hide behind a dressing room curtain, peaking behind it to look at her fiancé.

“W-what are you doing here, Leif!? I, um-- I wasn’t expecting to see you here, is all!”

#{ blooming rose }#{ leif }#{ don't tell the bride }

[ continued from here ]

‘You’ve got to be kidding me...!’ She wants to curse out the old woman so badly, but her attention is currently pulled towards the man fawning over her. All she can do is sigh, looking exhausted. “I heard her loud and clear, Laslow-- but she’s way off!”

“We can’t get married, Laslow! I’m already engaged to my Lord Leif! I promise I tried to tell you before this, but it seemed as if all the festival was in on this twisted game!”

All she could do now was pray he understood.

@laslow

#{ blooming rose }#{ laslow }#{ laslow 02 }#sorry for the icon i didnt want to write narration ))

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