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stcrguided:

“Yer welcome.” 

She watched him for a moment, running slender fingers through her own hair. Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as she’d originally thought. A smile of her own formed on her lips and a rare laugh escaped her.

“Glad I could be of some help.”

The smile was nice to see, compared to that unpleasant look he’d given her beforehand. Perhaps he had misjudged her... After ensuring the charm was in good condition, he took off his bow, moving to tie it back onto it where it belonged.

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ensnared-in-a-daydream:

A long silence followed Takumi’s offer with Setsuna seemingly taking her sweet time admiring the patterns and shades. Eventually though, she nodded in acknowledgement before placing the arrow back into the quiver carefully. Her lazy gaze shifted back to Takumi, a faint smile still upon her lips and a mild shimmer present in her eyes.

“Really…? I’d like that… Hmmm, I wonder what they could look like…”

Folding her arms, a soft hum began to vibrate from her throat as she pondered deeply, losing sight of whatever they had been doing up until that point. It hadn’t really crossed her mind to even ask for something like custom fins before so of course, this required her full attention. 

“Maybe… blue… and something else… more blue…? White too…?”

“Blue and white would reflect you, yes. Perhaps a little black, as well? Something darker that’ll give the blue and white an additional edge.” While Takumi knew they should be getting back to the hunt, he appreciated the interest. It was a good conversation point and it was nice to get to know his sister’s companion a little better.

He turned to fully face her, looking her over thoughtfully. “It could have a chevron, perhaps? I think that would be fitting for you-- what do you think?” It was nice to let the creativity flow from the artist, of course, but having some preferences already set for the design were also nice. He’d picked out a few things, himself, when his were made.

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valorvus:

► ¿ ◄  Well, at least he didn’t fall into the trap of one of those strange transparent enemies that appeared around here often, at the same time it wasn’t exactly reliving knowing it was Takumi’s trap either for the man could very well just leave him here. Clearly, by the thoughtful look appearing on the holy bowman’s features, he was thinking about leaving the young man in the pit trap, in fact, Siegbert was just about to sit down before he heard the defeated sigh. Brown irises gazed upon the other as he saw the hand held out to him, at first, Siegbert gave the hand a skeptical look before taking it with one hand while the other held the bunny carefully so it didn’t fall back in the hole either.

The archer pulled man and bunny out of the hole, thankful for all his training which made this much easier, considering the weight of the man and his armor. He looked at the trap with a small sigh once Siegbert had been pulled out, deciding for certain that he wasn’t going to try to remake it. There was no point. He’d just head back and train instead.

“...Are you alright?” He looked it, at least, but Takumi had to make sure.

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of-invisible-ties:

Shura shrugged, knowing the kid not to have meant any harm. Eager curiosity got the better of him. But, he wasn’t offended in the least. Perhaps, it would be cathartic to discuss his country of origin. 

“Alright, then. I’ll keep you to your word.”

“What’s on your agenda first, anyways? Our weapons, philosophy, landscape…? I betcha you feel like the history books left out a ton of details, right?”

“Yeah, I’m sure they couldn’t have possibly gotten everything... Why don’t we start with landscape-- then move on to weapons and philosophy. Save the best for last.” Takumi smiled a little. It was a very rare thing to grace his features, but it was present nonetheless. 

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ensnared-in-a-daydream:

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Wandering through the forest, Setsuna was, for once, on edge and her eyes were consistently flickering from spot to spot. Her whole body was tense and her heart, while racing, was being held in the background to keep her wits about her at all times. 

After all, it’d be a shame to waste an opportunity such as this by being her usual carefree self… wouldn’t it? She’d finally managed to tag along with Lord Takumi during a hunt, so she had to bring her A-game. 

She didn’t particularly want to get on the bad side of Lady Hinoka’s brother, even though he’d been super nice to her all this time, so the least she could do was not screw this up…

“Oh…”

Her cerulean eyes were drawn to something in Takumi’s quiver. Of course, it was an arrow, but the end of the arrow was the interesting part. The fins… the fletch on the end, Takumi’s looked real nice. Such a pretty colour too…

Absently, her fingers were already lightly brushing against the feathery vanes, a soft smile drawing to her lips and a slow giggle slipping from her throat.

“Lord Takumi… the fletches of your arrows are very pretty…! I think i’m a little envious…”

While he should have been paying a little more attention to the woman accompanying him, Takumi pressed through the forest as though he were alone. His pace constantly changed between fast and slow, footsteps always near silent as he hunted around for prey. He was focused, and he’d finally started to find a trail for something worthwhile.

His pace slowed again, looking about. They had to be getting close to something. He was about to draw his bow when he felt his companion touch the arrows -- it was a subtle additional weight, but it hadn’t been there before, and the voice that followed confirmed it.

“Yes-- they’re unique, aren’t they?” He looked at the single arrow he’d held in his hand alongside the bow. “They were crafted for me. They’re supposed to represent me, or something like that.” It was things like this he -- unintentionally -- took for granted until they were acknowledged by someone else. He loved the arrows, however, even if he didn’t use them very often. He kept them primarily for hunting, since he didn’t want to use the Fujin Yumi for such a task.

“If you’d like, I’m sure we could commission a set tailored for you.”

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stcrguided:

“Yeah. Here ya go.”

After a moment she picked up what had fallen and held it out to the male. Hazel eyes looked at him, tilting her head curiously. She hoped that was what he wanted and not just something else.

“’t’s this, right?”

Takumi’s face lit up, finally expressing something other than irritation or something similar. He took the charm with almost childish excitement, looking it over to make sure it hadn’t been damaged or dirtied. “Yes, yes, this is it-- thank you...”

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stcrguided:

“’m pretty sure I saw ya droppin somethin when ya left earlier. Didn’t know what it was though.”

Frederica got up from her seat and made her way over, looking around the area she had seen the item fall. She wasn’t sure was what he needed, but if she could be of some kind of help, she would. Even if only for the moment.

“Oh-- that must have been it, then...! It’s small, red and white, with a little rope hanging off of it. I had it tied to my bow, but it must have come loose.” He really hoped that she really had seen it -- it’d save him the embarrassment of confessing to Sakura that he’d lost something she’d made for him...

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stcrguided:

“Lookin’ for what?”

She seemed a bit calmer at that. Perhaps keeping her distance didn’t always end up as the best strategy. As her father had said, comrades were important. And the prince was just that. A comrade. Frederica sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

“I c’n help if ya want.”

...Hm. The change in her demeanor was intriguing, to say the least. Uncertain how to feel about her offer, he took a few minutes to continue his search before he finally decided to confess. “...I misplaced a charm that my sister gave me. I figured it must have fallen somewhere, so I’ve been backtracking a little.”

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stcrguided:

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“Whattya want, princey?”

Frederica didn’t seem to be in the mood to carry out a conversation. She rarely ever did, in truth. Hazel eyes stared at the prince before she let out an angry sigh and looked away.

“Make it quick.”

“Touchy.” Takumi practically grimaced at the woman’s reaction to his presence. It wasn’t as if he was any more fond of being in her presence, though, so he supposed he couldn’t entirely blame her.

Except he did. “I’m just looking for something,” he explained, a obviously irritated hint in his voice.

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of-invisible-ties:

@fuujinyumis liked [X] for a starter with Shura! 

“Look, I get it.”

“You’ve read all about Kohga in your dandy history books, and now you want to know someone who’s actually experienced it. That’s fine, but don’t turn this into a whole interview, okay? I don’t have the time to reminisce all day.”

“Oh--! I’m sorry, was I getting a little too overexcited?” It wasn’t like Takumi to get childishly eager, but he couldn’t help himself. He had an interest in these things-- getting to know someone who was there was even better than reading the texts. “Anything you can tell me would make my day. I’ll try to keep my questions to a minimum.”

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of-invisible-ties:

His brother had always had the worst of nightmares, even as a child. That, Ryoma couldn’t deny. For a while, however, he’d had the sneaking suspicion that Takumi’s nightmares were steadily worsening; this may as well have been confirmation. 

“I see.”

“It’s quite fine if you refuse, but can you go into detail what kind of nightmares have unfolded in your mind? You do remember something of them, yes?”

“I... I do remember, yes.” He didn’t want to, by any means, but he did. The visions that haunted his sleep were so frighteningly realistic... He was worried that they very well may come true one of these days. That was probably what scared him the most. “I...” He let out a breath.

“I watched you die, Ryoma. Y-You and the others.”

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draconicaxprinceps:

“Oh dear, what an ugly face you’re making, Takumi. Be careful or you might just get stuck that way~” Her voice comes forth in a light and teasing tone, a clearly devious intented smile upon her face. She had no real reason for seeking him out save just wanting to mess with the younger Hoshidan prince. But perhaps theres something to be gained from this meeting. only time would tell.

“So what?” Takumi grumbled. “It’s better than that grin on yours.” He despised the way she was looking at him -- it only gave him further reason to be suspicious of her motives. But, she’d broken his silence, much to his irritation. Maybe he’d have to be the one to walk away. He’d give it a little more time, though. Just for the sake of his curiosity -- there had to be some reason that she was here.

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bewitchinqs:

【 ♔ 】┆   TONGUE CLICKING AS HER RED LIPS CURLED UP into a small smile, princess camilla of nohr gliding her supple fingers through her lavender locks— humming lightly as she approached the hoshidan archer.  with that DEVILMENT smile frozen on her fair features, the malig knight wrapped her hands around herself— magenta hues brimming with GOAD && RIVET.

❛ d’aww!  so cute! ❜ the malig knight chuckled, her laugh dripping with schmaltzy mirth as she inched closer towards the gray-haired prince— tousled lilac tresses bouncing with each elegant step && click of her heel as her armored boots dug into the floor.  resting finger on her rosy lips, the nohrian noble tilted her head to the side slightly— long curls cascading down her shoulders like a gentle waterfall. 

 ❛ i don’t believe that’s how you’re supposed to act like towards an ALLY, prince takumi.  i don’t wish to harm you whatsoever— though i COULD if you intend to act so difficult..  i was just wondering if you’d mayhaps like to speak with me?  my darling kamui did suggest that us royals should get to know each other.  ❜

Cute. He hated being called that -- especially by her. It always felt condescending, humiliating, even. He narrowed his eyes at the elder woman, clear suspicion of her motives present in his features. It was going to take a lot of getting used to for Takumi to warm up to the Nohrians. He didn’t like it in the slightest, even if he knew deep down he should get used to it.

With a resigned sigh, he decided it wasn’t worth continuing to be hostile. At least, not overly hostile. “...I haven’t much to talk about, but as long as you keep your distance, that would be... fine.” It took him all the willpower he could possibly muster not to take a step back when she had drawn closer. He had to hold his ground for the sake of his pride, and a refusal to show any signs of weakness. 

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royal-botanist:

Leo couldn’t help but scowl at the Hoshidan. Such a little pest. No, not even a pest. A parasite was the more appropriate term to use. The other prince always seemed to act as if he were superior to each Nohrian in the army, at least to Leo that was how it seemed.

“I haven’t even said a word to you and yet you act as if I’ve stepped on your toe.” He responded with a roll of his eyes. Such a temperamental child Prince Takumi was proving himself to be.

“You can go about your business. I am free to stand here and watch just as much as you are.” Why he was keeping an eye on the Hoshidan, he wasn’t entirely sure. Perhaps just to make sure he wasn’t plotting to hurt any of his Nohrian comrades? Possibly making sure he stayed away from Leo’s siblings? The answer was unclear even to him.

Ugh. Of course he wouldn’t leave. Takumi wasn’t sure why he expected anything otherwise. “Your being there is distracting me. I can’t practice when you’re staring me down like that,” he retorted with a huff. He liked his privacy when it came to these things.

“Besides, don’t you have something else more interesting to do? Or are you really that bored?” Caring little for his aiming technique, Takumi readied his bow again, firing an arrow at his target to let out a little bit of the negative energy. He was off the mark, missing the dead center, but he didn’t care for that at the moment. Somewhere deep down, he wished that the other prince could be his target, but for the sake of avoiding more tension, he wouldn’t try to do something like that.

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valorvus:

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► ¿ ◄  Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to go for a walk in the nearby forest with no one around to guide him, even if the two armies had combined into one there was still an absurd amount of tension between the Hoshidans and Nohrians. While walking to get away from the chilling air Siegbert had managed to get himself stuck in a trap by the looks of things, how did he not notice this pitfall trap on the ground? 

It appeared to be human made but Siegbert couldn’t fathom who had constructed it, perhaps one of the castles hunters as he heard footsteps above taking his attention away from the little bunny trapped in here with him. After picking the small creature up to hold brown irises fell upon who could be the owner of this trap, but the last person he expected it to be was Takumi the Hoshdian prince. 

❛This is your trap right…? Sorry for falling into it.❜

“Yes, yes it is.” So much for hunting, he supposed. At least he’d caught a bunny, but he couldn’t rightly cook a human. All jokes aside, there was no sense in continuing when his trap had now been ruined. He had no desire to make a new one.

Giving the other a once-over, Takumi debated the best course of action. He was tempted to just leave him there -- while they were allies, now, he recognized the Nohrian armor, and he still wanted little to do with their side. With a defeated sigh, he crouched down and held his hand out in an offer to help. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t just leave him there for someone else to find.

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She watched silently, opening her mouth slightly as she observed the boy. Her gaze narrowed, sharply blinking as she reaches for a single dagger. She could tell he hailed from some sort of Nobility; and she was taught such people must have benefits in stealing from.

“ … Weird. “ She mumbles; it’s audible, but incredibly soft.

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Things had been relatively quiet for a while. He never made habit of leaving himself vulnerable, especially when he tread in unfamiliar territories -- especially in the late hours, but there were some things he needed to pick up. He had assumed he was alone, since he didn’t see anybody, but the smallest sound caught his attention, bringing him to a stop. Was he just hearing things...?