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Well, so much for her vaunted composure, then. Catria felt it slip away from her as soon as Marth lept down from his throne and seemed to skip towards her, her eyes wide as he tugged the woman into a hug. Her face burned a bright red as she was lifted off the floor, her mind seeming to crash down to the ground and break into a dozen or more pieces.

This was bad. She gulped, trying to gather herself back together again when he set her down and took a step back. A hand moved through her blue hair, the woman trying her best to compose herself while still listening to what he said.

“No, no, I’m fine - Est is as well. We found her. Got caught up in another war, but, well…” She trailed off, frowning as she forced her mind back into order and took a deep breath. Alright, she could deal with this. “The air is just - well, I mean, there’s a few things that…I…well…”

Gods help her, what would all of those friends she’d make do? She paused, staring at him with lips slightly parted for a second as all of her instincts screamed at her to just *do* something.

Well, fine then. She could repair their friendship afterwards if this turned out to sink it faster than most ships, and she was fed up of overthinking things. Instead she just grimaced, took a deep breath, and uttered a quick apology.

“Sorry.” She said, lamely, before grabbing the lapels of his shirt and tugging him forwards. Lips pressed against his, dry from fear and dread and fingers shaking from the nerves, and every instinct - which a moment ago had been screaming for her to do something like this - tried to tell her to pull back away again.

She wouldn’t. Not until she felt whatever his response was.

~⋆~

Marth’s pleasant smile could hold well to any challenege, but even he can’t keep concern from marring his expression when Catria contends with herself so... passionately in front of him.

Thinking too soon, however, that wasn’t the last of her passion he’d see in that moment. The beginnings of a sharp screech are replaces with the gasp that’s quickly silenced by her lips.

Her nice... warm lips. Were it not so much of a shock, he could have drowned in them.

He must be dreaming again, right? He knew Catria was to return this day, and indeed, he hadn’t been seeking out suiters in her absence simply because she was always in the corner of his mind. He’d love to say he had the self control to keep her in the corner, but some nights... ah.

The similar nagging voice in his mind tells him he’s the prince and needs to be gentle, treating a woman who wasn’t his wife the same way he’d treat something as fragile as a butterfly. Polite. Unlike her.

Well. If she was going to break the ice like this, the mischevious side of him wasn’t going to reciprocate “politely”. His usually delicate hands curl tightly into the fabric at her hips, yanking them against his own before his lips part against hers.

That was a yes. That was a hell yes.

~⋆~

#catria #{shadow dragon}

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Roy: I’m gonna say the s word.

Roy: Shit.

Corrin: WHAT THE FUUCK?? DON’T SAY THAT!

Marth: STOP FUCKING CURSING!!

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From a video courtesy of @valter-said-gay-rights.

I’m a little late on this, but I got it.

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Flowers will grow in the darkest of earth.

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he’ll be fine

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legendary tiki and mar-mar

caraidean:

She should have known she wouldn’t get over him just by being far away. Maybe she’d started to, but then that blasted conversation with Alm before she’d left…all it had done was remind her how much she had cared in the first place, and now she was having a hard time keeping it professional. Her mouth was dry, the letter pressed between the fingers of her right hand as she stepped forwards and tried to address him formally, the last visitor on the day of the court.

That’s what she was. A messenger. Reliable Catria, dependable Catria, Catria the damned delivery girl and occasional hero. It wasn’t the worst life she could be living, but if she could just be a little more brave and a lot more selfish - then maybe her life couldn’t…

She thought back to Valentia again, back to the devotion she’d seen between Alm and Celica, the quiet defeat in her one brief encounter with Faye, the banter between so many others who had taken the plunge no matter the danger waiting for them. So she opened her mouth, the same boring speech she’d given dozens of times to other governors and rulers following her return from the other continent leaving it as she stepped forwards and reached out to pass him the letter-

Their fingers touched, and she looked up into his eyes. She paused, hesitating, keeping her grip on the letter for a moment longer before saying something so quiet she wasn’t sure if he had heard her. “…afterwards…I would tell you more of it. Alone.”

She didn’t hear a reply, but she did seem to see a slight nod. She smiled back at him and stepped away, for a brief moment wondering if she should do something she’d seen Mae do a few times to tease Boey - then deciding against it. Swaying her hips so much in front of the entire damn court would do nothing but start a few rumors, and likely wouldn’t catch his eyes anyway.

Well. Maybe a little wouldn’t hurt once she was past the crowd and about to leave the room, although she couldn’t tell if he was paying attention or not. So she waited outside, for court to break for the day before sighing and stepping back inside the room - walking up to him and smiling.

Suddenly, she felt very nervous. More nervous than she had been in a long while.

“I’m glad you heard me.” She hesitated, glancing around the room for a few moments before giving a resolute nod. “I’m glad you stayed, too. I…missed you. And I’ve got some things to say that I realized after my time there, although perhaps that needs to wait until after we’ve cleared the air a bit.”

~⋆~

The naivety he’d had when they were young teenagers seems not to have left Marth, as he only seems to be overjoyed at seeing the girl again. Woman, now, in all technicality.

By the gods, Marth could be frustrating when it came to trying to get his attention. He was nearly nineteen, he could have an army out of his suiters alone, but whether he was dense or simply ignoring teasing displays for one reason or another, they could never figure out. She had his attention, though. The most familar face in the room at the time wasn’t going to be looked over by him, despite him not seeming to dwell on the difference of her walk the way she wanted him to. Oh, but his eyes are there, if only for the sliver of a second before his self control drags his mind back to formal matters.

The court... Focus on the court, for now.

Now, he runs careful and dainty thumbs curiously over the edges of the letter, something forgotten and set aside when his dear friend returns. His formality is tossed aside as well, as it always had been with Catria since they’d somehow both ended up slipping up around each other some time before she left. There were many things... unspoken and unconfirmed on his end at that time, but his duties of rebuilding his poor country kepted him busy and his spirits up. It was easy to put distance to the subject in his mind.

Catria!

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t instantly revert back to the closeness, leaping down from where he previously stood to run to her, hugging her tight enough that he lifts her, that kind of hug that crushes her arms against her body.

I’ve missed you too! I... heh! But what ever do you mean by clearing the air? Is everything alright?

His face falls at the thought, and now that it’s on his mind, she does seem very nervous and... shaken for a reason he can’t place.

Oh, do tell me you’re alright...

~⋆~

#hehehe #oh for the life of me i cant remember any of my tags #{shadow dragon}#catria

caraidean

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"Don't cry. You'll make me sad".

Ah— I’m not... no tears will fall, you don’t have to worry.

Even so, a shaking hand crosses over his body to squeeze at the one of his Royal Guard. It was an odd time to be so somber, with the pretty lights and colors coming in through the stain glass window, the sound of birds pleasantly roaming before fall really started to kick in.

It reminds him too much of days he couldn’t get back.

Cheer up, Silver. Did... you need anything, or-... Heh, just looking out for me as always? He asks, breathing a soft sound of amusement. He finally tilts his head a little to look at her.

#{when in rome; heroes}#silver #{route: game over}#{my right hand: in this house we stan kris}#{we will face the odds against us and run into the fear we run from; support: marth&silver}

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Marth finally gets a meta

The best lord needs to break into this brand new blog 👀

I’ve been holding onto this draft for a looooooong long time, and out of laziness or nervousness of the acceptance of some of my headcanons, I didn’t finish.

But then I remembered characters flow so much better when I can interpret them the way I want (*cough* Ephraim) so without further ado…

(Keep in mind a lot, and I mean, a LOT of these are headcanons of mine over the years. I know I’m not stating facts from the games, anime, or manga themselves. They will, however, be the default for how Marth is interpreted on this blog)

Enjoy this mess, I never format these professionally.

Keep reading

#we make the rounds again #Meta Post #Long Post

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Finally, a reason to get married.

#musings #and me too lmao but shes got a lot of swords already

yvoi

marth for a patron! thank u for supporting me <3

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@estrellaxpolar

#hhhhh yes ty for tagging me~

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Spooky Marth (and Michalis)

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This is so sad. Ike, punch Michalis.

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“You just need some more practice.”

Finally - something she could do with him without feeling like the most awkward person on the planet. Granted, it had been a few years since she’d had to ride her pegasus as if it was a horse rather than in the air, but some things were hard to forget. She shouldered her lance, glancing at him as he toyed with his hair for a moment.

And that’s why Minerva makes us all wear headbands, I suppose…

“I’m ready.” She said once they were back in position, glancing at Marth’s horse. Strange…she’d always thought that nobility were meant to be excellent riders. She knew Marth preferred to fight on foot, but even so she’d expected him to be at least a little more comfortable with balancing than this.

And focusing on strange little facts like that was what was stopping her from obsessing over the fact he’d chosen her to practice this with instead of, well…any of his own knights, her sisters, that travelling paladin they’d picked up, Caeda…

It’s probably because he doesn’t think you’ll go easy on him. Fair enough…

“Shall we, then?”

His lips curl into a smirk, something charming, even mischievous if one really wanted to see it in him. He had a very formal front, but some things slipped through regardless.

En garde!

Marth a little too roughly gets his horse to charge, leaving him bobbling backwards for a moment where he looses his balance.

The very least he can do is aim the training lance at the right target this time. they’ve been doing this all afternoon and Catria knocked him into the dirt every time.

It was so ridiculously fun though. Marth had a soft spot for roughhousing, though he wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that.

When he and Catria collide again, he can feel the blunt end of the lance collide into the Whitewing’s chest with enough force to cause his entire arm to viabrate with the impact. Gods does it hurt, but he’s grinning from ear to ear. It’s not unfortunate to him when she hits him as well, and with the dual impact, they both are thrown easily from their steeds that sprint past each other, landing after the jarring crash of armor and dull thump of mud.

Woo!!!

He cheers even as his limbs are still tangled with Catria’s. He finally did it!

“En garde.” Catria exchanged quietly when he spoke. She had been taken aback by the look on his face, something…genuine, that she hadn’t been expecting. Not a smile, she had seen him smile, this seemed more playful and-

Oh, damn. She kicked her pegasus into a charge a few instants after Marth, the analytical part of her brain kicking into play and temporarily shoving the incident with that smirk into the back of her head. All she had to do was stay steady, raise the lance a few inches to the left and-

He’s still laughing a little-

DODGE!

She managed to correct her own aim in time, but her twisted attempt to rotate in the saddle and not get hit failed miserably, the two lances shattering on impact and sending them sprawling to the dirt. Catria’s relative lack of momentum meant she was sent falling first, the whitewing’s training kicking in and making her adjust to the new scenario fairly quickly-

Status of the royal? Damn it, did you just hurt someone who you were meant to try and keep safe- Marth is on top of you. He’s fine. Good. Okay. Deal with the lack of formality in your thoughts later, the prince is fine- Marth is on top of you-

Catria blinked as that part seemed to overload the rest of her brain again, the woman scowling for a brief second before recognizing the noise. Even knocked from his horse, the Prince didn’t seem to be injured, just cheering - and laughing. Laughing. She’d never heard him do that before.

Well, he’s not even winded, then…

“Point you. I came out of that worse.” Catria groaned, stretching a little under him as she checked nothing was broken. “….your highness…please get off me.”

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Wah-- Oh! I-I’m deeply sorry, Catria!

With that stammering string of a sentence, he cuts his laugh short to back away on his hands and knees. Though, once certain she wasn’t hurt, just winded, his gleeful smile returns.

And there he kneels in the mud covering his previously regal uniform, a foolish grin spread across his face with his hands placed in his lap. He was undeniably proud of what he’d achieved with her help.

I-- I can’t believe I managed that!