day nor night.

a burdened heart sinks into the ground. [citta affiliated]

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

Begonia — “We are being watched.” Blue Flax — “You are very kind.” Blue Hyacinth — “I will give my life to your service.” Bronze Chrysanthemum — “Though I value your friendship, I cannot love you.” Daffodil — "I do not return your affections.” Deadly Nightshade — "I believe you to be false.” Foxglove — "You are not really in love.” French Marigold — "You are unreasonably jealous.” Hawthorn — "Despite your answer, I shall strive to win your love.” Iris — "Your friendship means so much to me” Lavender — “I like you very much, but this, I am sure, is not love.” Mistleoe — “Kiss me” Myrtle — “Be my sweetheart.” Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.” Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.” Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.” Red Rose — “I love you” Scarlet Geranium — "I do not trust you.” Spider Flower — “Elope with me.” Sweet Pea — "Thank you for a lovely time.” Tea Rose — "I’ll remember, always.” Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?” White Camellia — "You’re adorable.” White Rose — "I love you not.” Yellow Rose — "I love another.”

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i started working on a certain other reply and may have gotten a little too emotional too soon and stopped -- that said, it’s also fairly late so i will return... later. good night! there are still more starters to come, too, but i needed a gentle break.

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shoyuumono:

“I would rather not.”

His brows are clearly furrowed as he gives a rather stern look to the salesman in front of him–the salesman who is insisting that he should look into buying something more useful than a sword. 

“And it’s quite rude, to say such a thing. Are you calling me worthless, in that case?”

Souza turns his gaze, then, to the one standing next to him as his expression shifts to a look that now reads ‘please assist me,’ all the while the salesman fumbles, confused by his prior statement.

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This is well and truly, beyond a shadow of a doubt, awkward. Corrin manages only to stand there as the conversation he’s been unintentionally eavesdropping upon takes something of a turn for the worse -- he’s not entirely sure why, for that matter, but it most certainly has. Still, even with his face frozen in a friendly smile that now feels more than a bit forced, he tries to gather his thoughts enough to respond without angering his new acquaintance.

“I couldn’t help but overhear, but...” He pauses, hesitant, then directs his gaze upon the unfortunate salesman, offering a cheerful grin. “Perhaps he meant he was already in possession of a fine weapon? It’s difficult to switch specialties when one is already quite talented with the sword.”

At least he hopes that is what he was referring to prior, and that he hasn’t entirely misunderstood the situation. These pointed ears and their slightly above average hearing were a curse in their own right sometimes.

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@eveltrinity  |  ♔

He’d meant to ask her a question -- one that has long since left his mind by now -- and has instead taken to marveling at her clothes, namely the rather worrying blood spatters (why has his mind gone to blood spatters? They can’t be blood spatters) and the absolutely baffling phrase on the front. ‘Welcome♥Hell’? What in the world could that mean? Never mind the other, equally-worrying aspects of her attire, like all the chains.

Of course, in the time Corrin has taken to mull over this extremely important concern, she’s spotted him staring.

“I wasn’t staring!” His expression is caught somewhere between a grimace and the slightest bit of fear. “I... I apologize for staring.”

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@ruralaptitude  |  ♔

First, he thinks, upon seeing her that it is strange for the girl not to be hard at work doing something that she’s clearly got more expertise and strength to handle than he. Then he thinks, perhaps a moment later than he has any right to: why is she here too? Has the girl not suffered enough alongside them all? 

Still, she seems happy. He calls out to her with a little more loudness and enthusiasm than a royal should be allowed, mostly out of worry she’ll disappear into the crowd, then begins to dash toward the girl.

“Mozu! Hey, Mozu!”

It is a relief to see her -- but he’ll let her know that when he catches up.

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@exorcisingborder  |  ♔

The building before him is modest in size, yet nonetheless esoteric in meaning. Corrin only spent such a brief time in Hoshido, but the structure reminds him of one of their shrines; he may never have visited one, but the distinct architectural features have stayed with him in memory, in stark contrast to the dreary, mostly utilitarian style of Nohr. He’s not entirely sure how he ended up here -- a wrong turn indeed -- but the surrounding greenery coupled with the peaceful air is soothing.

Perhaps so much so that he does not hear the steps coming up on him until whomever is there is almost on top of him, so to speak. He whirls around in a heartbeat, more embarrassed than startled, as he finally notices the rather stone-faced girl staring back at him. Her manner of dress is definitely foreign to him, most notable the wide flowing sleeves that seem detached from the rest of the outfit.

 And now he realizes he’s been staring, to boot.

“My apologies if I’ve been intruding. I promise I don’t normally barge in wherever I please.” Now she truly must think he has no manners, so he offers a quick bow. “ I could.. pay my respects and leave, if that’s what you’d like, miss.”

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@latrocinari  |  ♔

Corrin doesn’t linger in thought when left alone for too long if he can manage it (it never leads to anything good) though the more he spends on his own the more his mind runs itself in circles. He would prefer to go back to the company of those in that strange and wondrous unified army by far. It seemed they were finally verging toward their final goal, and it would have been a happy ending for everyone, yes, but --

It is a silly and trivial worry he has, to fret about where he would have lived once everything was said and done. He’d like not to have to choose where to call home and who to spend more time with and (so he worries) inevitably end up alienating both his familes and their countrymen despite how he knows that things will never return to what they were before it all. Worrying about where one is going to live and about whether or not where he chooses should look like favoritism, though...

Well, it’s the least of his problems here, anyway. Especially when he can’t even find the supposed housing he’s been assigned. Where, he wondered, was help when you needed it? Alright, his sense of direction might not have been the greatest, but this place was like a labyrinth compared to home. Perhaps taking a moment to sit down and take in his surroundings would help? 

It seemed as though his silent prayer for assistance had unintentionally come true, though he was initially uncertain it was really him and not some extremely wishful thinking that one of his own comrades would be here -- no, that shock of white hair was certainly Zero’s. Perhaps Corrin is being a little over-eager for some company, but he thinks little of grabbing onto the other man’s cloak in the process.

“Zero? It’s... Well, I can’t say it’s necessarily good to see you here, but I am relieved to find someone else here besides me! Even if that means we’re both stuck here -- actually, that sounded even worse. Forgive me, I’ve spent half the day lost as it is.”

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@absoluteprotector  |  ♔

Jakob has unsurprisingly refused to let him wander too far off since they found each other in the city -- Corrin insists he is able to look after himself just fine, but given everything they’ve faced thus far, he supposes he can’t blame him for merely doing his job. It isn’t as though he wants terribly for him to leave, either; this city feels far too lonely despite how crowded it appears. At least he’s agreed to a picnic of sorts in the city’s sixth sector.

He’s not sure how the man has managed to procure such a fine-looking lunch, fine tableware and silver and all, but he suspects he shouldn’t ask. The set-up looks at odds with the wooden table (presumed for public use), and Corrin catches himself picking at a notch in the wood with a spare hand as he eats, despite his manners.

“This is wonderful actually, Jakob -- what kind of meat is this again? Also, I was thinking about where we should go today, if you don’t mind... ” There’s an unspoken bit about how he knows he won’t be able to head off anywhere alone, but he cuts it off with another mouthful of whatever deliciously tender meat he’s been feasting upon. “Maybe this supposed cultural sector? It would be nice to learn something about the people here. Or... anything here, really.”

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hi hello hello! while i won’t be on immediately to post i thought i’d throw this sweet ad out while i’m here anyway. i’ll cap it at... four? four, castmates not included, though it’d be cool if said castmates wanted to im me and figure out some sort of thread in advance. anyway! have a good evening.