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TALK ABOUT MC

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ooc.    it is  highly  important to me that everyone be made aware of the sort of person that mc is.  (  this unintentionally is beginning like a callout, and i guess it is  )  mc is the sort of person of whom novels are written about;  passionate,  powerful,  tough  like a bag of nails.  a good damn friend;  someone that you  know  will stand up for you until the very bitter end.  there are not a lot of people who are like that;  most people,  really,  have voices too small for their lungs  --  if they see something wrong,  they keep quiet.  if they have an issue with someone they speak to,  they keep quiet.  mc isn’t like that.  mc,  on the other hand,  is upfront and forward.  if she has an issue,  she isn’t about to just bury it within herself and keep it hidden.  she lets you know.  

that’s rare  --  a quality that a lot of people fake,  but don’t actually have.  but that’s not how mc works.  nope!  mc is someone with whom you know you can have an honest answer from them.  mc is someone who is blunt,  who won’t hold back,  who won’t let you down.

it probably doesn’t need saying,  but:   i adore mc.  i adore mc’s personality.  i adore mc’s writing.  (  they’re one of few partners i have that i can write w / across all blogs  --  they’re versatile,  easy to write with,  the word chemistry we have is incredible.  )  i adore everything about this little multimuse oc blog, and mc deserves any recognition that she has.   i would stan for mc in a heartbeat.

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LATER THAT NIGHT,  i held an atlas in my lap.  ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered,  where does it hurt?  it answered,  everywhere,  everywhere,  everywhere.  |  ind. sel. semi - priv. xander of fire emblem: fates. written by jay.

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VICTORUMS.

     Laid out before her plain as day were Xander’s feelings for her, the way he wished to properly vie for her affections as dictated by their culture and their social standings and surely by him as he was ever concerned with her feelings. There was a part of Kamui that still could not believe he would ever see her like this, that his desire would be for her as a woman. That part was overshadowed, however, by the thump of her heart quickening and the faint blush on her cheeks, the way her crimson eyes softened as she gazed up at him, watching as he seemed to search for some of his words, struggle with a nervous notion she too felt. She was elated. Trying to respond in turn, equally as proper, required her to take a moment to breathe and steel herself to addressing him and his concerns.

     “If it is important that you do this properly– that we do this properly– then I would gladly accept your affections by way of courtship. I… would be more than happy to and while I doubt I would ever wish to turn you away, I will keep in mind that I have every right to.”

     She took a step towards him, this time reaching a hand up to cup his face, her thumb tracing back and forth along his skin, she nodded. “It is more than alright with me, Xander.”

     The smell of those camellias, however far, still flooded her nose, brought her great joy for now she knew how much they meant. War was on their doorstep and she still had a great deal to face but learning of love meant another shining light, hope that she had never hoped for. 

     “Just… know that I will not feel right if I cannot present you with gifts as well.” Truth be told, she already had something in mind.

              HE   must resist the urge to melt into that hand,  into her.  It is something that makes him falter at the thought of it;  something which bears up in his chest with gratitude. She sees him as  him,  as he has seen  HER  for her,  beyond what destiny had dictated their roles be as children. Him as her mentor,  her  as both hostage and student. He shut his eyes,  eyebrows drawing close together.  A look of consternation to sweep away some of the embarrassment that came with her touch. He is so unused to this. To her hands, where they lay, instead of where he had always seen them before:  curled around a sword. To be able to even be  TOUCHED  by her is a kind of boon, and his focus hesitates on the trail of her thumb, where it went along the edge of his cheekbone. He had to savor this,  these moments  ----  he had wished for them for so long,  after all.  After that time, before the ship,  when he had attempted a feint upon her.  (  and where she had met him,  sword for sword,  and he had realized,  just then,  that she had become a  COMMANDER  in her own right.  No longer stood the girl he’d once faced along the training grounds;  no,  she had become a  woman.  )  

“If that is your will,  little princess.”  He said.  He leaned, ever so slightly, into that open palm. The warmth there felt good in the dawn chill.  “Anything that you give me...  I will accept with gratitude. A present given to me from you would warm my heart, however small it might be.”

It warmed him  now,  truly,  to even hear her consider returning his gift. He placed his hand gently over her own as it continued its course upon his face;  he could feel the gentle roll of each knuckle underneath his palm. “With this war at hand, it is a considerable relief to find some levity in the darkness. But should I distract you from your duty here... “ He trailed off. It wasn’t necessary to continue, and he did not want to. He was grateful for  her,  which should have been enough.  

“But I trust in your ability to do what you feel is right,” He added, finally. “As I always have.”

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TACTIQUESS.

     “And what is to say I ever have?” She is a woman of her word, honorable and devoted to her cause, she has never spoken on matters which she did not believe in and never taken actions which would cause her to feel remorse. So when Xander addresses her, she is a fellow commander and her tone is cool, reflecting this, her eyes trained on his and her posture proper. “We share a weight, do we not? We lead our people and hope for peace. I do not believe either of us would take any action which we could regret or proclaim falsities to our character. If you disagree, have you the right to say such a thing?”

              XANDER  met her question with  cool  silence.  He wished for the silence to extend between both of them as a measure of the answer  --  how could he,  after all,  not agree?  She was correct in that they shared a similar weight;  a worry which could wear through most as easily as a thumb against a flat stone. His spine,  then,  straight as it was, seemed inexorably tense.  “It was not meant an insult,”  He said.  “I was providing advice;  from one leader to another.  Should your will falter, or your ability to lead be weakened by weak will...  the only people who will suffer are those you say you lead.  It is something to keep in mind,  merely.”

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VICTORUMS.

     “Then take my hands and remember that someone else is not.” They both face the hardships together now, they see what plagues their world and they vow to rid their earth of these struggles, but it is easy to get lost in the fight. Kamui no longer sees everything with innocence, even if her heart remains pure. Xander knows the heaviest weight, the burden of being a leader, but they are not alone.

    Her own eyes shine, a light dashing through the blood red, and she offers her hands up, nods her head, for he will be alright if he remembers that they do this together. They have each other to lean on.

             AND   it is with some weight that he reaches back out to her;  his hands want to shake,  they don’t.  This is a discomfort for him,  HIS VULNERABILITY LAID OUT TO SOMEONE HE HAS ALWAYS HAD TO BE STRONG FOR,  but he knows her,  knows her strength.  His burden is an uneasy one, and to ask of her something so grand as to help him shoulder it seems  selfish  on his part  --  a degree of selfishness that betrays his position, that betrays  him.  But he must;  she alone knows how easy his soul cracks under the pressure of his  TITLE:  the fault lines underneath  Crown Prince,  underneath  Firstborn,  underneath  Warrior.  

Xander held her outstretched hands, his thumb pressed lightly against her palm. He traced the lines there with it;   the heart line,  head line,  life line   --  how,  in the years had he known her,  had all of this become so strong,  so fast?  “Little princess,”  He said.  “Forgive me.  It is not my place...  to speak of my own insecurities here;  I have no doubt that you are facing the same difficulties on your end.  Perhaps it is selfish of me to say.”

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LATER THAT NIGHT,  i held an atlas in my lap.  ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered,  where does it hurt?  it answered,  everywhere,  everywhere,  everywhere.  |  ind. sel. semi - priv. xander of fire emblem: fates. written by jay.

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GRIMHYMN.

     ❝ You say it as if it is easy. As if beliefs are not tied within a person’s mind, as if we can unlearn everything we are taught by those above us at a simple turn of phrase. I do wonder… ❞ Words trail off, as if she is considering options, considering which way this could turn out. She is not here to make enemies, but she is always enamored with arguing, it was what she was good at, ❝ How does one go about withdrawing a view, if you find it so trivial. ❞

            AND  in came a   regal   breath,  the precedence of a sigh that was soon to come, as though he were  relinquishing  some great burden over to her. Xander did not rise to argue  --  he remained where he sat,  gaze thoughtful,  lips set in a thin line. He pushed a few papers on his desk,  OUT OF THE WAY.  “To remove your belief...  it’s an act of putting everything more important at that moment to the front;  anything else must be pushed down,  out of sight,  before it grows a seed of doubt. For me, it is the act of focusing on our war effort...”

Xander looked at her.  “For you, I would not be so sure. What works for myself is not something that may work for another...  that,  perhaps,  is for you and you alone to find out.”

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   "Maybe, it is the nature of men and animals to turn upon those they view lesser to obtain whatever they think theirs… That is how men got to where they are today, how animals evolved and grew.“

   She remembers David. Thoughts shift from the Legendary Soldier to herself, and then Blaze’s eyes flicker back over to Xander after some hesitation. "I’ve known good men who were steeped in war since before they breathed their first breath who obstinately tried to change the world for the more peaceful. Instead of following his brothers, his parentage… There are things that can be done about war, whether you would pay any heed to an old war dog’s opinions or not.”

            “I  would,”  Xander admitted.  “It is the duty of a crown prince to heed the word of everyone  --  or,  at the very least,  pay them some mind. You cannot rule anyone if you are not willing to listen to them;  to their concerns, their heartbreak, their realities.”  And his gaze  swept  the battleground;  it made him uncomfortable, this place. But he had to see it. That, like everything else, was his  duty.  

“If you have suggestions, Blaze...”  He trailed a bit. His fingers, in his steed’s coat, stopped their movements. Alberich nickered obstinately, and he restarted the movement of petting the horse again. This horse had seen war, as well;  Alberich more chicken - hearted than himself. Why was it that he did not have to worry and wonder as Xander did. “I would hear them.”

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LATER THAT NIGHT,  i held an atlas in my lap.  ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered,  where does it hurt?  it answered,  everywhere,  everywhere,  everywhere.  |  ind. sel. semi - priv. xander of fire emblem: fates. written by jay.

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@zephyrric  liked for a book - based starter.

            “NOW  is no time to think of what you do not have.  Think of what you can do with what there is.”  And what was there, in these bodies of theirs?  What did she have that she could do with.  (  what did he?  )  There were times when he felt overwhelmingly powerless, like an ant underneath a boot  --  he could only imagine if she might feel the same. If she could understand that. But that was not for her to know, or answer  --  it was only the fleeting thought of a stranger about a stranger,  gone  as quickly as it came.

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@victorums  liked for a book - based starter.

            “SOMETIMES  it feels like someone else is wearing my body,”  And it still discomforts him,  sometimes,  to open himself up so wholly to her again,  like a fruit split in two,  even if it had been their agreement  (  his word  )  to let her in;  now,  and forever.  He looked at his hands,  his eyebrows drawn down  --  looking  stricken,  like he’d rather take the words back.  Swallow them whole and be the commander they both know he is at heart. But that would not be the  truth;  and he had resigned himself to never lying to her again  long  ago.

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@airabesque  liked for a book - based starter.

           “IF  we start there,  everything,  for a moment,  is right in the world.”  Even if it seemed as though there were  nothing  right in this world.  The sky is darkening;  there is the stench of uncollected dead swamping the area  --  these are the sights of war,  and he has learned to pay them little mind. But it must be difficult to even imagine a place where  anything  is right in the world;  especially under such conditions as these.

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@tactiquess   liked for a book - based starter.

            “DON’T  say anything you aren’t willing to stand behind fully.”  Said Xander, and with a string of sternness underlying the very backbone of that sentence;  such was the way of most of his language. He spoke, his words grew a sternum that neither bent nor broke  --  the voice of an active leader, a  COMMANDER;  neither wavering nor wandering in any kind of protracted anxiety, regardless of what he may have felt   underneath.

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@blindlyxdivine  liked for a book - based starter.

             “EVERY  day is a new day.”  So forget this one;  let what happened pass back into the shadows where it could remain,  for the moment,  an unseen presence that no longer need haunt them.  For his own, he focused on the day and moved forward  --  letting the past be the past,  refusing to hang up on what  he  may have done or  Nohr  may have done or his  father  may have done. It did not do to catch oneself thinking so hard on past action that they forget to live for  now.