the man the myth the legend

Luke, Blue Lions student at the Officer's Academy. Graphics credit to Soji.

[reuska]

My piece for @summonersecretsanta 2020!

I’ve been really lucky with getting some really interesting and outstanding summoners for this event (this year and the last). Each of them brought something new to my “summoner repertoir” and always made it really easy to come up with a setting and a story for the picture.

This summoner here is @20lait1 ‘s Einaki. My prompts were 7th Platoon, frienship/platonic, Einaki falling asleep while working and someone finding her. Since this whole task is so rare in nature, it would be a shame to not include more members of the 7th platoon so here they are! I hope you like it and happy holiday!

[lukendary]

crimsonvassalage​:

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crimsonvassalage​:

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 & 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 | ???

𝑨 𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 gloved in ivory crosses the lower lip, a thin brow quirked in skeptical amusement, and one hand retained its retreat at his flank; a singular scoff was his chuckle, sincerity obscured by the malice of it. “No gestures will suffice, knight.”

A lover of delicacies and confections revealed themself before him‒‒‒‒he could taste the bile before it rose. Hubert closed his eyes, silent disagreement, and pressed thin lips together; their differences were too extreme. Polar opposites. Could only grow the space between them, never narrow it and make it slim; they would forever be opposites, and he resigned himself to this notion with nary a second thought. However, that did not mean he could not procure proper diplomatic fruition with this…fellow. It would simply be…insufferable. 

“I will decline your offer.” Although…

Coffee. It was a singular weakness‒‒‒‒the only one he would acknowledge; he allowed himself a cup, claiming the handle with his hooked finger, bringing it to the lips. A proper burn and bitterness‒‒‒‒it livened the senses. Theoretically, this would quell his distaste from the witnessed horror of pastry consumption. 

“Hubert von Vestra, vassal to Her Imperial Highness,” He spoke, though he did not offer the traditional bow. This endeavor was designed to be…informal. “Of Imperial Adrestia.” A second sip. “Then, you are from overseas?” His first thought is to Petra and the illumination to foreign dilligence her presence avered. “Altea, you said. Is it imperial, or a mere monarchy? It is not on our known maps.” 

Aight, Luke could tell when he was truly defeated. Some opposites attracted, but they were actively repelling each other too much for anything to happen. Well, he could live with that! It was only defeat if he let his spirits down on such a fine day as this!

“No gestures?” Luke put a hand on his own chest, as if he was affronted, but he was far too dramatic for any seriousness to stick. “Then you shall be denied my improvised romantic poetry! Nah, just kidding, even I don’t do that. Got you going a bit though, eh?” He laughed, deep and amused despite this situation going exactly the opposite way he’d wished.

Hubert didn’t want any pastries, which Luke decided meant that he could grab another for himself. He was pleased when Hubert reached for a cup of coffee (yes!!!! Humanity!!!) and took it as a bit of progress.

Oh man, this felt like networking. With nobles. Eururgghghghghgh.

This was some boring stuff his older brother Lukas would do. Well, he’d do it with The Luke’s flair intact!

“Nice nice, Hubert. Altea is far away, across the sea and all that, can’t remember which one though. Yeah, we’re just a monarchy.” Just a monarchy, how weird was that? “King Marth cares for our people, and we want to have peace all around. Not many people could pull it off, but our guy sure can. We fought too hard to ruin what we got, you know? So I think it’s better this way.”

[lukendary]

ladyleonster​:

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And There Was Only One Curry Comb [Ethlyn & Luke]

Ethlyn has always enjoyed tending to her horse. It was one of the few skills her father had made sure she and her brother both learned. Something he deemed important for both his son and heir and the daughter he so desperately hoped to marry off to know how to do. As the children of a duke, they had plenty of stable hands who could do it for them but her father had stressed it was important for bonding with their steeds.

Even after marrying into Leonster’s royal family, Ethlyn still made an effort to see to her own horse’s care. She liked the one on one time and there was just something relaxing about running a curry comb over a horse’s coat. Really, she just likes being in the presence of the animals.

She hums as she reaches for her curry comb, not really paying attention since she remembers exactly where she put it. But when another hand meets hers, she jumps.

Ethlyn looks up to see who it is that’s startled her and she has to grin when she sees The Luke in all his glory. The ridiculous smolder, the way his hand lingered on hers, even the color of his hair are just all too familiar.

It’s been too long since she’s thought about Alec, she realizes. She can’t imagine things turned out well for the knight pledged to her father’s service. He’d had a crush on her for years but she still considered him to be a dear friend and a brave knight. Guilt weighs on her for not stopping to remember him or Naoise or Arden more often. She’ll have to light candles in the cathedral for them later.

“I’m Ethlyn,” she finally responds after a little too long of a silence. “Sorry, you just really reminded me of someone I once knew for a second there. But if you really did forget yours, go ahead and do your horse first. These Fódlan breeds are so fluffy it takes a bit of work to get through their coats. You don’t want to sit around waiting for me to finish with all that.”

Reminded her of someone she knew, eh? Luke slid his hand back, curry comb in his grasp. His smile didn’t waver, wits that might’ve been quick had they been honed to do anything other than play around racing. “Gotta ask- good reminder or bad reminder? And who wore it better? Nah, that’s personal, you don’t have to answer.”

He tossed the curry comb in the air and nodded his head to the stall over. “Oh yeah, I’ll be done fast. Dog only sheds about as much as an actual average dog.” That was kind of a lot, but nothing compared to Ethlyn’s horse. Speaking of, her horse was remarkably fluffy, and he patted its shoulder, amazed at the fluff.

No, he wasn’t going to be gotten rid of so easily.

Luke lingered, eyes ping ponging between Ethlyn and the direction he was supposed to be going. “Name’s Luke, Ethlyn. Luke the Brave, Luke the Greatest and Coolest, you know, I’ve got all kinds of accolades. Pick which ever you like.”

The stable had a few high cutouts like windows between the stalls. Luke’s horse tried to look through to them while still loosely tied, and all they could see was two ears and the tip of his nose.

Luke laughed, shaking his head. “He’s so impatient! Friendly too. Well. Guess I better go.”

Come with meeeeeeeeeeeeee he internally pleaded.

[lukendary]

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Beets Me [Owain & Luke]

“Owwww! Hey, that one actually kind of hurt…” 

Owain sighs after getting hit by that fastball, his fingers leaving the comfort of his rake to rub the bridge of his nose. That one was hard, like a jetstream blast from a cosmic waterfall. Dark supposes then, that Luke is really in it to win this thing, and that he can’t just expect everyone to play by his rules.

It’s a tough pill to swallow, but one made more manageable by a moment’s consideration. If all the world came to be exactly like him, if everyone spoke in Owain’s mystical tongue and knew the secrets of the Justice Cabal, he wouldn’t stand out anymore. And a world like that brings a frown to his face just thinking about it.

“Very well,” he asserts, “then it seems you’ve earned the ire of one of my most sacred moves. Behold! Even mountains tremble at my supreme might! I attack with Soothsire’s Bite!” A Soothsire, Owain has read, is a type of mountain bandit. They used to roam the mountains of his homeland in a time long before it donned the name Ylisse. The aforementioned move involves slashing his rake in the dust at Luke’s feet, kicking up a cloud to send into his eyes. It is a blinding move, meant to mimic the Soothsire’s unkind nature. They’re the type of bandit to raid villages and resort to unfair tactics… Or so Owain believes. Historical records don’t speak much of one’s character; his active imagination has had to fill in some of the gaps. 

But historically accurate or not, Owain’s move is executed with genuine combat prowess. The gravelly dirt he hurls up at Luke mimics the beet that hit Owain’s face–traveling with speed and precision. Small particles swirl together and create a blinding field in front of him, sure to influence the next attack with its mud-brown and opaque appearance. Dark smirks from behind his cloud, knowing that when he gets serious, Luke will regret crossing him.

“HAHA! Surely you intend to surrender now!” 

Luke had no idea what a Soothsire was. A kind of cheese? Either way, the viciousness in which Owain delivers his foul art made Luke cough and gag, forearm futilely flying up towards his eyes to block some of the dust.

“Augh! Blind me with rage, and you will pay for your folly!”

He pitched another beet at Owain, and it grazed him at best from what Luke could tell. Another beet missed, and yet another barely grazed, and he reached in to ready another beet and he gulped.

His beets.

Luke only had one left.

He froze, eyes watering as he turned his gaze to the heavens and then upon his opponent. He clutched the final magical beet, biding his time for the final clash between their mighty forces.

“I will not yield. Finish this, once and for all, if you aren’t a coward!”

[lukendary]

crimsonvassalage​:

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𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 & 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 | ???

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵𝑬 hand to retreat from view at his flank, knuckles strenuous and flexed, lips pursed; the other hand, gloved, procured an alabaster cloth, wiping the art from his visage‒‒‒‒it left its sticky residue, and pursed lips fell to frown. Folding the cloth, it thereafter resided stowed away. 

“Is that so?” It was a line most similar to the typical seeker of desperate acknowledgement‒‒‒‒lips, weighted at their corners, upturned, and both hands folded at the sternum; amusement plagued his image, though a furrowed brow misled the assumption. “Put your arm away. I’ve no interest in any amorous gestures.” 

A date. He had suspected such‒‒‒‒the very festivity aroused the heart: what a miserable celebration. It was something ill-tasting and poetic, overused and altogether obnoxious. Words of an enchanter, they never departed his tongue. Furthermore, they never formed. This was strictly diplomatic, as all endeavors save those most intimate to House Vestra should and would persist to be. 

“And while I myself am currently without the need for sustenance, do not refrain on my behalf.” 

A babbling bafoon spouting jargon until the words resounded with any meaning that resembled pleasantries; it was, despite his displeasure, a step towards diplomacy. It was neither a proper nor formal stride, but he was persevering in a manner more suitable to imperial needs than the unfolding machinations of House Gerth would. Unfortunately, it was a farcry from difficult to exercise wiser gestures in comparison to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. 

“Your name?” 

No amorous gestures? Tough crowd. Still, Luke took it in stride, responding quickly. “If not amorous, what gestures would you like?” He meant it as a quip but... seriously, did this guy ever feel joy? Luke didn’t even bother wiping off his own checkmark, still eager to play the party’s game.

Luke didn’t need to be told twice to enjoy refreshments. He grabbed a pastry, biting into a chocolate and cream concoction with a cheery hum. “Oh boy. You gotta try this. Not mine- no amorous gestures- but like, a fresh one. Ooooh, and there’s some strawberry treats. Hey, coffee! I’m a big fan of that too.”

He did not give the impression of someone who needed any coffee.

At the request for his name, Luke gave a small bow. “Ah, where are my manners?! I am The Luke, the greatest knight of Altea! I proudly serve King Marth as his most charming man of arms. Don’t tell Kris I said that.”

Luke gently elbowed his companion. “Alrighty! How about you, bestie?”

[crimsonvassalage]

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 & 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 | ???

Devoted Hearts starter

𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑨 chance, an opportunity, in the foreseeable future of diplomatic endeavors to, as it could be said, put himself out there. By all standards of Vestra esponiage and its entailing duties, this was anarchy‒‒‒‒the utter contradiction of House Vestra’s legacy to Imperial Hresvelg’s ceremonious standing, public and known. But, inevitably, it was not the finality of his shadow-obscured endeavors; it was, in optimism‒‒‒‒which he seldom exemplified‒‒‒‒one more lighthearted step toward negotiations. 

Thus, he wasted the effort in decorating his angular mien with the swift marks of blue checks. Blue checkmarks. A scoff‒‒‒‒one he would not assuage‒‒‒‒huffed from thin lips; he was not of the leonine house, but of the avian one. How ridiculous. 

Now, there was need to execute the second tangent of this…plan‒‒‒‒that step of which was beyond his forte, though not by any comprehendable standard impossible. Putting himself out there. 

He lingered in the courtyard, awaiting passersby to revel in his facade, to call his charade and expel the need for art on the face. A lingering statue he was, awaiting the inevitable in the entryway of his dutiful house. Not that which reminisced the blue on his face, but the black of sharp eagle eyes. 

[lukendary]

Torn between valiant knight and romantic gentleman, Luke had gone with the gentleman vibes. Surely, his knightly deeds were renowned to the point where he needn’t don armor for his gallant nature to shine through.

He adjusted a rose in his uniform and habitually smoothed his hair back one more time as he rounded the corner to the party. Head high and cologne tastefully applied, his eyes scanned the crowd for someone with a matching blue check mark on their cheek.

At first, Luke didn’t register any check mark on anyone. Huh. Even without knowing it was him, his would be partner stood him up?!

No no.

Ooooooh!

OOOOH THE UNMOVING SHADOW WAS AN ENTIRE DUDE.

“Ha-hey! On my way to check you out.” Luke beamed at Hubert as he recognized the check mark, but his mind was rapidly catching up as he trotted over to Hubert.

So he didn’t know Hubert personally, and he was judging a book by its cover here, but Luke was pretty sure that he’d asked for a legendary whirlwind romance or something. This felt more like he was meeting somebody shady to commit espionage (impossible, he knew nothing important) or like maybe his blood might get drank. That’s a thing. Not his thing. Probably.

“Soooooo, how’s it goin’?”

Luke totally felt like this must be a prank. Had he hit on anyone on the organizer team lately? Or ever? He should start keeping a ledger. Like the opposite of a hit list. Everyone who had beef with him for no reason.

But he was still judging.

Maybe… maybe there was some soft desire within the shadow before him for affection. Yeah! Maybe everyone could dream of being loved. Maybe he just needed to be given a chance.

He offered Hubert his arm.

“You want a drink or some sweets? Looks like you might’ve been getting hungry waiting over here. I am many things, and an inconsiderate date isn’t one!”

[lukendary]

Be-Leif It! [Leo & Luke]

Starter for @princepsumbra

It takes some time and a little help from the more covert members of the Knights, but you finally get a lead into who is organizing this ring. This information takes you to Arianrhod, where you will meet a priestly “Dragon” holding auditions for a Leif to add in their crew of characters. They don’t particularly care what you look like, but two things are non-negotiable: a boyish attitude and proficiency in a variety of weapons. This could be the chance you need to infiltrate the group, if you manage to impress him. [Grants Any Weapon +1] 

Oh yeah. It was The Luke’s time to shine!

Luke had been assigned to Leo to infiltrate this said group. Leo, he gathered, had some proficiency in doing covert operations and all manner of things that Luke was bad at. However, Luke had a far more important task- to do the greatest impression of the most sterling of heroes, aside from himself, that is.

“Leo, I just want to make sure I’ve got this down. I mean, unless they would like to canonize me as a heroic lord alongside King Marth, it would be awfully embarrassing to declare myself as Luke during my audition by accident. Sooooo, here I go! One last rehearsal!”

He did not care if Leo was tired of this. It was necessary. Besides, who would get tired of such high energy and a drive to shine?

If he failed, he guessed Leo could also give this a go, but Luke figured he had it in the bag.

Luke struck a pose, his typically pushed back hair combed down to lay on his forehead, Leif style. He angled his face towards Leo with a shimmering whoosh of his bangs, one hand extended, the other on the hilt of his sword.

“You look upon the Leif, master of all weapons, hailing from the land of Leonster! Whatever I lay hands upon aids me in bringing peace to all peoples in need.”

He drew his sword dramatically, adding in extra movements as he struck another pose with a wink.

“In the name of Baldr, I will punish you!”

[fellincantation]

Luke was all too eager to greet new students. Well, with half the student body elsewhere, somebody had to make the place lovely.

“Hey.” Luke leaned against the wall of the corridor, a charming smirk on his face. “You’re new, right? I can show you around town if you’d like— great spots for dinner, if you catch my drift.”

The suddenness of his approach made Grima freeze in her tracks. The smile and the bit about dinner made a burning rage flare up inside of her, disgust seeping into her very core. Where did humans get off on speaking to her? Where did they get the gall? Swallowing the urge to bite into his throat like a wild beast she instead gave a short laugh, holding her books close to herself as she gave her response.

"Indeed I am new. What a bold approach you have. Offering to take a woman to dinner without even knowing her name or offering your own?" She said, walking closer to speak to him properly. Internally, she felt like gagging. "Though dinner does sound nice... I'm Robin. It's a pleasure to meet you."

A pause.

"And might I ask what your name is? Or will I have to tell my friends that I met a mysterious charmer today?"

[lukendary]

Woah! It worked! Luke remembered to close his mouth after a second, getting his composure back enough to do a knightly little bow complete with a flourish.

“Bold and daring, that’s me! Name’s Luke, you might have heard of me if you study Archanean history. Me and King Marth go back. Saved the world and all that.”

He was doing so well, he got even cockier as he straightened and offered his arm to Robin, winking.

“Your friends are more than welcome to come too, but I’ll understand if you want the Luke to yourself.” He couldn’t believe his luck. Considering her stature, even a built guy like Luke could get squished like a bug if she tried hard enough.

Oops. He needed to not get smitten just yet.

“So tell me what you like… regarding places to eat.”

[lycianlynx]

shading with black // open

Oh crud. Ah, crap. Feet tap in agitation as Chad bites the thumbnail of his ungloved hand, the other holding a small bag of something-or-other, glaring down at it as if it’s the source of all of his misery; On his lap, one leg crossed over his knee, lies a notepad bound from unneeded scrap paper.

It really isn’t that big a deal, and yet, here they are, filled with the distinct wish to pull the drawstrings of the bag closed and hurl it into the lake. Alas, that’s probably just going to make everything worse; But honestly, they didn’t even buy this set of charcoals that long ago.

So why were they all broken?! They gently place the bag to the side, bury their face in their hands, and stewing in frustration for a bit (because that was good money, man, and they’d been so careful to not let them get damaged), slowly drag their fingers down their face. Brows furrow over their closed eyes as they sigh a groan (or groan a sigh, not much difference).

It’s fine. It’s fine. He can just fucking, he doesn’t know, draw with the stubs as always. Not like Chad wasn’t looking forward to drawing with something longer than the tip of his damn finger or anything. Another sigh. He’ll just. Make do.

Except, when he opens his eyes to lift his head, there’s a shadow looming near him, so his ‘drawing by the lake’ plans might be postponed, too. Hands fully dropping into his lap, the student barely looks up, still hunched over, glowering more than intended.

“You… Need anything?” he asks, voice flat despite some semblance of an effort.

[lukendary]

Luke loved being outside, taking in the majesty of the outdoors. He especially loved it when he was supposed to be doing something boring, and he was totally skipping that. Who really needed the monastery weeded anyway? Not a sexy chore that impressed people! So not the Luke’s ideal way to pass time.

So, he strolled around the lake, smiling at the sun on his hair with the bliss of someone who was enjoying illicit free time. He caught a glimpse of someone sitting nearby and he made his way towards the, stopping when his shadow cast itself over their papers. An artist- yes! Just what he needed!

“Hey, how’s it going?” Luke gave Chad his signature finger ballistae, grinning as he snapped his fingers. “Name’s Luke, and I am looking to spend my very free afternoon in the best way possible!”

He struck a dramatic pose, holding his lance like he was poised to strike at an imaginary enemy off to his side, within Chad’s view.

“So, you’re gonna draw, right? Want a subject? I gotta work on my heroic poses for when I’m saving the world and stuff, so you can just direct me as you need me. Unless you just wanted the lake which, I get it, it’s a pretty cool lake.” He stopped posing for a moment, stretching his arms in what he thought was a confident, cocky way.

“What’ll it be, new bestie?” New bestie who he prayed would not report him to Seteth.

[lukendary]

And There Was Only One Curry Comb [Ethlyn & Luke]

Starter for @ladyleonster

Dog was a good horse.

He was the best horse Luke had ever ridden, mostly because he’d only ever ridden one horse. Grooming horses was work the stable hands could do for the monastery dwellers when time was short, but this was one kind of work Luke didn’t mind. His horse was a good horse, the noblest steed of Archanean legends and all that, and he deserved to be spoiled.

That, and who else hung out in the stables? Girls.

Guys too, but like. He had to pick his battles here.

So, Luke led Dog to a grooming stall, clipping the long ties to Dog’s halter. Dog was a very average, very brown horse, but Luke was overflowing with affection for him. “Whos my best pal aside from Rody, eh? It’s you!” He patted Dog’s neck and then actually got to grooming him, whistling as he worked.

He’d strategically forgotten a brush from his grooming kit. Uh oh ;). Luke paused, grinning as he heard someone get into the large grooming stall next to him. He winked at Dog. “Watch this, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Luke poked his head out from around the corner, and once he laid eyes on the lady there with her horse, it was as if the whole world glowed and everything faded but her. He stared for a moment, but then as she went for her own container of grooming tools, Luke rushed forward and their hands touched over the curry comb.

“Oh– I hope I didn’t startle you.” He smiled. “I forgot my own brush… could I borrow this one when you’re done?”

They held eye contact for a second and his smile got a dose of what he imagined to be alluring smolder.

“Name’s Luke, by the way.”

[lukendary]

“ You are Luke of the Blue Lions house, I take it? ” Kent is grimacing a little, but he tries to carry on despite that. “ I am here to give you your Secret Winter Envoy assignment. You recipient is to be Lady Maria, also of the Blue Lions house. I imagine you might already know her in some capacity, but allow me to relay her wishes nonetheless.

“ She emphasizes her greatest joy is spending time in the company of others and being able to see them happy as well. A gift that best creates that opportunity would be ideal, I would believe, but you are free to come up with what you wish, as per the terms of the event. She appears adventurous in not minding the setting with which she sees her loved ones, and she spends her time sewing, baking, and gardening beyond her explorative heart. Her favorite colors, should you require them, are not any one color in particular but rather the brightest and softest colors there are. She provides white, pink, yellow, and red as examples if you find yourself troubled.

“ … Do behave yourself when you give your gift, please. I would prefer not to be brought back with a report on you stirring up trouble, if possible. ”

Awwwww.

AWWWWWWW.

Luke knew of Maria, although he couldn’t recall if they’d ever directly spoken. Just hearing her favorite things and wishes made him want to hug a pillow. How was one person that sweet? Okay, okay, he had to make this one good. The best gifts ever. Intentions pure as snow.

“Leave it to me, boss.” Luke smiled and then hugged his own chest. CUTE. “Listen, I’ll do whatever I can to make her happy. You might not know about her past… but I know a little. Best behavior. No trouble, not even the fun kind.”

He gave Kent his usual finger ballistae as a parting gift, complete with a couple “pew pew”s under his breath as he retreated, which he didn’t think were appreciated.

That girl deserved the world. Leave it to Luke!

[lukendary]

And at last, she comes to Luke. He's well and truly thrown her off his trail, if it really is him -- and if it isn't, well, it's not so bad to get to know him, is it? She'd never had the honor to meet a great many of Prince Marth's allies from the second war, and the chance to remedy at least one of these unmeetings is lucky indeed!

"Luke?" It feels odd to call his name familiarly, just as it would feel odd to call him like a stranger, for how long she has known of him and never gone to meet him. As she trots up to him, she cannot help but feel how light her satchel has grown, tellingly bereft of many of its former goodies. Nevertheless, she holds up a bag of cookies in the cradle of her palms, all bright eyes and hopeful sparkles as she waits for him to take it.

"It's nice to finally meet you!" Eyes crinkle ever so slightly at the corners as she talks, bouncing her hands as if to say: take it!

"Take it!" She chirps not more than a few moments later, because that was exactly what she meant to say, and grins. "It's a present for letting me take some of your time! But, Luke, I'm curious... are you my secret gift-giver?"

At last.

They’d never spoken, but Luke recognized her on sight. Who else could she be but Maria? “For me? Thank you.” He smiled, and then he sank down on one knee, kneeling as he felt a knight should, eyes on hers as he spoke, laughing slightly.

“I confess, that every description I’ve ever heard of the youngest Princess of Macedon fails to capture how warm and kind you are. I, Luke, am you secret gift giver! I suppose it took a little while to find me due to how formal I tried to be. Well, I have some manners, and in matters of the Luke’s bravery, you need only ask King Marth for details. For other matters— Kris and Rody can have their own opinions, eh?”

He stood up, opening the little bag and trying a cookie. “Woah! There are so good- it seems I am the one who should be thanking you, for these and the gift of your presence.”

He barely restrained himself from winking. See? Proper and all that.

“If you ever need anything from a legendary knight, you know who to call.”

[lukendary]

“ So we meet again, Luke… ” A bit of hesitancy follows itself with a sigh. “ Yes, I suppose I should help you find your Winter Envoy too… The hosts are permitted to grant one hint to each person still searching, so listen well! Your Winter Envoy is someone who has a close tie to one of the other event hosts. Tread carefully, in that case, lest you earn one of their ire… ”

“I see…” Luke playfully nudged Kent. “Hey man, don’t look at me like that! I was totally nice in my gifting! Good manners and everything. I uh… wonder if that threw someone off. Well, anyway, thanks for the hint.”

[lukendary]

"Excuse me, sir? May I ask you something," Julia clutches a pouch filled with snapshots close to her as she searches for her Secret Santa. Her first thought is someone skilled with animals, thoughtful and clearly very charming. Perhaps Sir Luke? Now that she stands before him, she feels a little embarassed asking. "Did you perhaps organise an evening pegasus flight for me? If so, I'd like to share these pictures with you."

"If you didn't, please feel free to browse them anyway. The view was lovely. So beautiful it deserves to be shared."

“No, but I wish I had.” Luke mentally kicked himself for never thinking of such a sweet and romantic date idea. Someday, he’d organize such a thing himself. He smiled looking through the pictures, only raising his eyes to her to say, “Absolutely beautiful.”

Alright. Back to being a good boy.

He handed the pictures back and gave a slight bow.

“I wish you luck on your quest to find your mysterious secret giver. Have a happy winter festival, Julia.”

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When Luke returns to his quarters, whether it be for the day or a brief visit, his nose may catch the differentiating scent of multiple products. Muted, as if not opened. Everything in his room has been untouched, except his bed. On his bed, set near his pillows, is a dark wooden basket with a thick cerulean ribbon wrapped around its sides. Within the basket lies the many gifts presented by his mysterious Winter Envoy.

The first gift, a soft velvet bag tied closed with string, contains four small bottles of various colognes. Each has a different fragrance; warm jasmine, tinted vanilla, cedarwood, and amber. Against the dark glass of the third bottle, there’s a sunlit sticker. A supposed favorite for Luke to try.

The second gift is a sheathed dagger, placed in a slant against the basket side. The hilt of the dagger is a perfect match to the sheath; both made with material the color of spruce, with silver lining the edges. The exact detailing is somewhat sloppy, if intricacy was to be judged, but it is still a work of fine smithing either way. If Luke looks closely at the hilt, he’ll be able to make out the shape of a lion’s face connecting with the blade.

All in all, there are only two gifts in the basket. Next to the sheathed dagger is a neatly written letter, one that wishes this holiday and all those after to be well. The writing is unique, certain distinctions between the vowels, and seems similar to cursive. Only the dagger had the Winter Envoy’s handiwork implemented into the design, but there’s a promise that with both, Luke will still be quite the sight for women he fancies (and men)!

Besides, who wouldn’t find a guy attractive when he smells nice and has a cool weapon?

“Oooooooooh,” Luke examined every gift with wide eyes, appreciative as he looked over every cologne, and he was especially fond of the dagger.

Talk about charming! Luke attached the dagger to his belt, happy with everything about it. It would be a permanent addition to his wardrobe for sure. He posed in front of his mirror, looking over how the sheathed dagger accented his look:

Now, as for who had such exceptional taste…

He dabbed on some of the cedarwood cologne and sought out his first guess.

@laslow “Hey, happy holidays! You wouldn’t happen to have such good taste in cologne as to be my secret gift giver, eh?”

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🎄+ 💋 He tries to walk past with only an acknowledging nod in Luke's direction, blissfully ignorant of the little sprig hanging overhead. His path is very firmly blocked off however, and that earns Kris's old platoonmate a semi-suspicious look before he decides to bite the arrowhead and ask. "What is it, Luke?"

“All that battlefield training, and you aren’t fully aware of your surroundings.” Luke held the sprig of mistletoe down, dangling it between them with a mischievous grin. “I’ve heard there are all sorts of reason to kiss under these, call it my own expertise, so whether for good luck, to avoid a plague of curses upon you, or to show an old friend you think of him fondly, I say our next course of action is set.”

Luke was always one to press his luck, just a bit, and so he went right for Kris’s lips, locking them together for an exhilarating moment, warm and eager.

When he drew back, he winked. “There, if some of your natural charm rubbed off on me, I’ll be truly irresistible.”

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B+ Support- Soren & Luke

Luke: Alright, I admit it. You did your blade homework.

Soren: Is that all? I thought you were a veteran knight, at least in historical fact if not in temperament. Put up more of a fight.

Luke: Yeah, but I’m just starting out with a lance. Back in Altea, we didn’t care what someone waved around on horseback so long as they can hit something, so a sword was fine.

Soren: I see. You have much left to practice.

Luke: If I gave you an axe, you’d struggle too.

Soren: Yes, for your experience with a lance, I suppose you aren’t half bad.

Luke: That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Luke: Huh… mistletoe.

Luke: You know, I take it back. I think you are pretty cute. Beautiful, even, in this lighting.

Soren: Quit while you’re ahead.

Luke: Right. Got it.