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❝Heads or tails?❞

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arrange.

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♚-; All too naturally, Lissandra lied with ease and continued their chit-chat as if neither of them were the wiser to the grand scheme of things. The people who targeted them surely knew of their skill, right? Weren’t they underestimating the duchesses? A death wish if that was the case, but she couldn’t see any way in which they didn’t think that the duo would figure out just what exactly was going on... If they did think that they would get away with it however, she found it quite insulting that they would think them to be such fools.

♚-; Laughing as if everything was ok, she puts a hand to her mouth. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind; I’ve heard that your steed is quite... lively.” Maybe if they got to her horse in time they could use that to their advantage, but it seemed they wouldn’t make it, for as the two continued walking along cobbled steps a dagger was sent flying their way.

♚-; Heading for the aim of Hartion’s Duchess, Lissandra makes one of her cards equally as sharp and deadly before blindly tossing it. Her aim was exact, however, and the two items clashed in mid-air before falling to the ground. She sighs before opening her eyes, a threatening red looking down at all as slowly, she begins to find themselves surrounded.

♚-; "Oh dear, it seems they’ve gotten impatient... What shall we do, Lady Sera?” If it was a battle they wanted, it was a battle they’d get. Lissandra was a bit unused to having to watch out for another though, as that was what was always done for her. It’s not that she thought of Sera as weak, but in all honesty, pride aside and all, against this many foes even Lissandra was bound to get a scratch.

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                                   [      hello, my old heart      ]                           how have you been? are you still there?                       i’m so worried. you’re so still. barely beating.                             oh, please don’t leave me here alone. 

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"Maybe your bitterness keeps me alive, who knows. You're doing this to yourself."

♚-;GASP! Was it true? Was she, Lissandra Riviere, Duchess of Clavain, keeping this poor excuse of a human being alive due to her hostility? “I… I’m terribly sorry, Yang.” Maybe the saying ‘kill them with kindness’ applied here, but oh, how hard it would be to do that… To be kind to Yang of all people? But if it would get the job done, she had to complete it–at any cost. Yes, she would kill Yang with kindness so hard he would die to death!

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♚-; She notices the slight shift of facial expressions--she was a noble, if you couldn’t spot the tiny little things others might overlook, you would be left behind in the dust, perhaps even gossiped about for being a fool. It was a much tougher world than you’d expect, though only in the political and social aspect.

♚-; Lissandra decides to hold her tongue though--to see what exactly it was that made the other seem to dislike her presence so much. “There is no need for thanks--in fact, I should be apologizing for so rudely bumping into you. A pleasure to make your acquaintance though, Gail; you may call me Lissandra. Indeed it is, but allow me to formally introduce myself.” Giving the other a brief curtsy, she looks up to meet his gaze. “My name is Lissandra Riviere, Duchess of Clavain. In return for colliding with you, I would like to extend my help on this ‘business’ you speak of. That is, of course, only if you would accept it; realize that it may be a secret that you wouldn’t want anyone to know of, though now that such a possibility is in the equation... I’ll have to insist that I tag along with you. It is not that you are untrustworthy, but I simply need to assure the safety of my people; you understand where I am coming from, yes?”

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"How long before you stop being bitter about me?"

♚-; “How long before you die?”

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♚-; “Then you won’t mind if I show you the way out, would you?” While she couldn’t stand to be in his company, she still had the courtesy to volunteer to personally escort him out of her castle. She wouldn’t be offended if he denied her offer and left of his own accord though--in fact, she would be grateful if such a thing were to happen, but she had never been a lucky one, and so she braced herself for what could possibly be the longest and most agonizing walk in her lifetime.

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♚-; “Watch your tongue lest I rip it from your mouth, Yang.” She didn’t care that he called her cute--her attention was only focused on the fact that he had called her cannon fodder. She was a Duchess--the, Duchess, and she wouldn’t be looked down upon by someone who had fallen from grace. “You and I couldn’t be more different, do not shove me into the same group as you, Pawn.” Yes, she had played the rank card. Rank meant nothing about skill, for Yang had once been quite a revered First Commander, however he was beneath her now, and for once she wanted him to act like it.

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♚-; “Oh dear, do you truly think me to be so weak? Perhaps we’ll have to change that train of thought...” A laugh escapes her lips, but it’s much different than her usual giggle. It’s more... malicious, wrapping around Hugo much like a snake would it’s prey. Just because he lived in the capital didn’t make him any better than her, but ‘First Sentinel’ was a heavy title to carry--especially since none of the higher ups had kicked him out for committing such acts already. That meant he was capable, that they needed him, and such a thing couldn’t be overlooked easily.

♚-; It’s not that she wanted to use her ability on Hugo--no, far from it; she despised using her powers; especially on Melantians of all people. The only time she had used it other than on the battlefield was when someone tested her authority (and in turn, patience). It was a time she’d rather forget, but if they were to spar, would she not use her ability given the chance? Doing so would mean to look down upon Hugo, and that was the last person who deserved such a thing, for she already respected him.

♚-; “Indeed, indeed, but many like to try their hand at it~,” she sings this, recalling how she had to massacre a small rebel group. It was a shame that things had gotten to that point, but she wouldn’t let herself fall--especially not to people like them. Commoners wielding make-shift weapons; they might as well have been puppets holding toys, and in her eyes, they were. The hardest part was cleaning up the bodies, but that was what attendants were for. To do the jobs she didn’t like (though did that mean she liked killing? Perhaps.)

♚-; A sigh is released from her lips at his last sentence. “I suppose so... And honor is foolish in battle. You merely need to do whatever is necessary to win--to survive, thinking of anything else will only get you killed.”

♚-; She releases a laugh at his response; but what else had she expected? “Oh my, how considerate of you~,” she teases. “It’s truly not a problem--though I must wonder, what brings you to Clavain? You were beating up pawns of my region, I recognize their crest. Normally you’d be in Spadia, yes?”

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♚-; So, this was Melantia’s newest Emperor, hm? A shame, she quite liked their last one, but she did state that perhaps his personality would make him a target. He was too kind, too caring and open; that would be his fall, but it was also what made her fall for him. Not romantically of course, but it was a part of his charm.

♚-; After a curtsy, she lifts her head to meet the other’s gaze. Just from his eyes, she could tell he was not the same. He didn’t see the world the same as the last emperor; and only time could tell if this would be a good thing, a bad thing, or if it meant nothing at all.

♚-; “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty Cyran; I am Lissandra Riviere, Duchess of Clavain, I simply wished to meet you was all, I hope this wasn’t a waste of your time.” She speaks in her usual formal tone, testing the waters. If he agreed this was a waste of his time... outwardly, she would apologize and keep up her formal demeanor, but inwardly, she would have to note to try and overthrow this emperor and replace them with someone else--perhaps even herself.

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♚-; Walking around the other, Lissandra looked at her from head to toe. Hm, so this was a ‘Reaper’. It was a bit... underwhelming. Besides being perhaps extraordinarily beautiful (odd for someone so close to death, she thought), the other seemed like a completely normal person.

♚-; With a slight huff, she backed up. It was only natural that such a scrutinizing look gained her one in return, but she wasn’t fazed in the slightest. All she does is pardon herself for doing such an act, for she expected a Reaper to stand out much more than normal people--but perhaps that would make doing their jobs harder.

♚-; “I’ve been told that I have a spirit or soul or... whatever the correct terminology is following me around. That person who told me was quite unpleasant to put up with, and I heard about the existence of a ‘Reaper’ within Elysium, so I came to seek your help. They haven’t done anything to mess with my life, but it’s rather unsettling knowing that they’re there; can’t you make them go away? Go into the afterlife or what not? I simply wish to be rid of this ghost.”

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hi hi! im officially off semi-hiatus (i think i was for a while oops) and while i will be continuing threads, if you wish to drop it please LIKE the post, IM me or drop me an ask!

with that being said, this is a starter call! anyone is allowed to like it whether we currently have a thread or not; no cap!

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i just realized i said to like this post if u wanna drop threads but also to like it if u want to start a thread and im sweating

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♚-; From what she knew, they were to eventually attack Lucae and break the ceasefire. Hugo, someone infamous for his skirmishes and unruly behavior and battle tactics, was someone they thought would... enjoy planning a surprise attack on...? Be good at? Shed some light on? Honestly, she didn’t know what was going on in the heads of her higher ups.

♚-; “Perhaps that’s because you fight our people everyday.” She doesn’t care much for his loyalty; he was powerful, so it’d be bad if he turned into an enemy, but she didn’t see that happening for quite some time.

♚-; With a sigh, she places a hands on her cheek. “See? Must you be so eager to fight anything and anyone with a pulse, my dear?” Her guards are slightly fazed by the Sentinel’s glare, but they shoot back poor excuses for a glare of their own--although much less intimidating than the other’s.

♚-; “Really, you must learn some self control, Hugo...” Like a mother, she continues to lecture him, but is pleased to see that he is being somewhat cooperative.

♚-; Typically, the guards would walk next to Lissandra, but she keeps up with the other, not missing a beat, and so they simply follow in suit. “Yes yes; the meeting’s being held in the royal castle, do you have your horse with you?”

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hi hi! im officially off semi-hiatus (i think i was for a while oops) and while i will be continuing threads, if you wish to drop it please LIKE the post, IM me or drop me an ask!

with that being said, this is a starter call! anyone is allowed to like it whether we currently have a thread or not; no cap!

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i feel like delilah and lissandra are so alike which is why they would get along but is also why they dont get along

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I’ve been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake.

                        I’m not an idol, not an angel,not a saint.

             I walk alone, always have, I’m not ashamed.

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Everyday Dreams / lissandra & mikage

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    “Of course!” he said at once, raising a finger in the air pompously. “I’ll keep you company whenever you request it! That’s part of my job as a God, you know, as long as you don’t find my undead minions creepy.” He nodded his head, ran his hands through his ponytail once or twice.

    Mikage smiled kindly at the fond memories, though. “I don’t have to forgive anything, as you have done nothing wrong. I am glad that you have had pleasant times here. I hope I can guide you to have many, many more.”

    As he lead the way, he pointed out various shrines, naming the Gods or Deities that they were dedicated to. He stopped at the one for Jupiter for some reason, though simply shook his head and continued on, shaking off the chill that ran up his spine.

    “I may remember you, though. When was the last time you had visited? Surely more than six years ago, right? Since that is when I took the sword… But you will have to forgive me, as I have an–” Mikage stopped himself short, refusing to reveal the illness just yet. “…a rather bad memory of my childhood. I just can’t seem to remember much anymore. Oh!”

    He paused, smiling a little mischieviously. “You might remember my brother, then? Are you deceptively young, milady? No need for apologies if you are… His name was Kouen. We were told many a times that we looked exactly alike.”

♚-; “Such a compassionate death god... Have no fear though, I’m more attuned to death than you’d think; I’m sure me and your minions will get along quite nicely,” she says with a smile and a wink.

♚-; “Indeed, but with such a courteous and... entertaining god like you, I’m positive we will have many more memories; that is, if you would allow me to continue visiting.”

♚-; Listening to the other fondly, she remembered going through this once before, though as they stopped at Jupiter’s shrine, her eyes glowed red, a sly smirk making its way onto her face before she returned to business as usual.

♚-; “Yes; when I first arrived to Melantia, I came to this shrine often for... Multiple reasons.” She prayed to whatever gods there were that they would hurry up and end her life, for she had committed too many sins to simply continue on living, smiling as if nothing had ever happened. “Ah, such a shame... I remember speaking to you and your brother between the chats with me and your father.” As he mentions Kouen though, a fond smile forms on her face. “Indeed! You two were most adorable, thinking back on it now... Tell me though, Mikage, how old do you think I am? Be careful with your words now, its rude to call a woman elderly, you know,” she says with a playful smile on her lips.

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“I must, it gives effect to it. I shall never stop calling you as such, my dearest Lissy. It’s rather adorable and denotes we’re close, don’t you agree?” Although, if she were to ever get genuinely upset with him, he’d most certainly cease the very second she asked. But so far the two of them had never been genuinely angry with one another.

“Fufu, does that embarrass you? Your bloodlust is in good place, I get excited myself too.”He had a habit of grinning even when he was covered in blood or killing someone up close, looking as if he was always having a good time – which he was. For some reason, fighting was a most splendid occasion for him, as much as he tried to avoid a war between Lucae and Melantia.

“Currently? You’re perfect. I don’t find you despicable. Just missing something. Something that brightens you up. Being perfectly imperfect is wonderful too, you know. You ought to try it.” Crimson hums, flashing her a gentle smile. “Personally, I want to see the real Lissandra someday and then some. I want to see her when she messes up and when she cries, when she smiles with the full force of her being and when she laughs like she won’t laugh harder ever again in her life.”

He pauses and then looks down at her again, winking playfully. “Don’t you want to meet that girl inside you too?”

Everyone’s pure self, from their inner child to their fault ridden adult. He wanted to see within everyone he met.

“Oho… Is that so? You should have fun, don’t hold yourself back. Like Minh.” Despite Minh being nearly an adult, he had no qualms about being himself (thank god) and lived like he was still full of childish wonder and life.

As she scolds him for being so blunt, he arrives at the palace gates and sets her down carefully, making noises to assure her that he was listening. “Oh, I’d never be so direct to anyone else. I don’t view you the same as other ladies. And no, I’m not saying I don’t see you as a woman, before you yell at me again.” He reaches out to ruffle her hair, laughing. “Anyway, I’d never dream of hurting you deeply, so I would never toy with your delicate maiden heart. Now, shall we go inside or would you like me to carry you further in?”

♚-; Huffing, she crosses her arms and turns away from the emperor. “Hmph, perhaps, but I’d rather be considered beautiful and elegant than adorable. Such an image is simply not fitting for a Duchess! Though I hold not a candle to you nor Her Majesty Cordelia, there are still a few people who look up to me, and I’d like to be someone they can look up to with pride.” Duchess... That title had meant everything to her. It was how her persona came to be, what she crafted it around. Small talk and flattery, it was how she trained herself to be, and while it pleased most nobles, it seemed to be somewhat of a hindrance to Crimson. How was she to act if not her usual self though? Even she did not know, for that was something she had never even thought of being a possibility.

♚-; “To smile and laugh while committing murder... Surely that is not what the people want to see... Besides, it gets my dresses all torn up and ruined.” She wouldn’t say it aloud, for she thought that talks of her being a ‘monster’ and needing to be ‘brought down’ had already reached the emperor’s ears, and so she simply ended it as a matter of her attire getting ruined.

♚-; The real Lissandra, huh? But who was the real Lissandra? Wasn’t this her? Or had she lied for so long that she tricked herself into believing this masquerade was who she truly was. “It’s been quite a while since I have laughed so hard... It will be interesting to see you attempt to do so, Your Majesty,” she says with a smile. At the mention of her crying though, she lets out a brief laugh--however it was her usual cordial and gentle one, not the one Crimson wanted to hear out of her. “Me, crying? Oh dear, the last time that happened, they had to repair my entire bedroom and then some, for I had kicked a hole in a wall with my heel... Ask Zia, I’m sure he’d be delighted to tell you stories about me, though if he doesn’t watch his tongue, he may just lose it.~” Giggling to herself, she finally remembers who she’s in the presence in and coughs into her hand, as if that would make the words she said disappear. “I-I mean, um, I just hope he doesn’t say too many bad things about me... We’ve been together for so long, I know he’s just dying to share some of the... less-than-refined acts I’ve done...”

♚-; Having finally gotten used to the emperor’s playful nature, she does no more than look him in the eye and give him a slight glare; all in good nature, of course. “I’ve no desire to meet anyone. I’m perfectly fine with the way I am, but if you want to try and weasel some other emotion out of me, so be it,” she says, waving her arm dismissively as she closes her eyes.

♚-; “I have fun in many ways, just not the way you deem to be fun. I have always enjoyed being etiquette, and so to practice doing such would be what I suppose you would deem ‘fun’, to me. Is that not enough?” Of course he would compare her to Minh though... But no matter how hard she tried, she would never, and could never, reach that level of... carefree childishness.

♚-; “Is that so? Then how do you view me, Your Majesty? And I am not so fragile that your words could hurt me! ...Perhaps they might sting a bit in the moment, given what you say--but nothing I can’t come back from!” As he ruffles her hair though, she growls a bit before fixing it back in place. Did he mean to say that he saw her as a child? Was that it? Was she just a mere child in his eyes?

♚-; Taking off her heels, she sighed. “No, this was further than needed, Your Majesty. Though I must say, I didn’t imagine walking into the royal palace practically barefoot... I hope you’ll forgive me.” She was sure Minh had done this millions of times, but as stated before, it was simply in her nature to act like so.