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"I hope that the world can one day find peace and that those precious to me remain safe... That's my prayer to Mila." closed rp affiliated with ferp

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What would your muse put in a flower crown for mine?

Apple Blossom: A promise

Pink carnation: Gratitude

Red carnation: Flashy

Striped carnation: Refusal

White carnation: Remembrance

Yellow carnation: Cheerful

Bronze chrysanthemum: Excitement

White chrysanthemum: Truth

Red chrysanthemum: Sharing

Yellow chrysanthemum: Secret admirer

Crocus: Foresight

Daffodil: Chivalry

Daisy: Innocence

Forget-Me-Not: Remember me forever

Geranium : Comfort

Heather: Solitude

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Holly: Domestic happiness

Hyacinth: Sincerity

Iris: Inspiration

Ivy: Fidelity

Jasmine: Grace and elegance

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: First love

Magnolia: Dignity

Marigold: Desire for riches

Orchid: Delicate beauty

Pansy: Loving thoughts

Peony: Healing

Poppy: Consolation

Rhododendron: Beware

Pink rose: Admiration/appreciation

Red rose: Passionate love

Red & white rose: Unity

White rose: Purity

Yellow rose: Friendship

Snapdragon: Presumptuous

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweetpea: Shyness

Pink tulip: Caring

Purple tulip: Royalty

Red tulip: Declaration of love

White tulip: Forgiveness

Yellow tulip: Hopelessly in love

Violet: Faithfulness

Wisteria: Steadfast

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lapis lazuli

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

Celica would prefer exploring the expanses of space over the depths of the ocean. Living on an island for most of her life hasn’t waned her love for the sea, but the skies seem more mysterious to her. 

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lost time | alm&celica

[milaschosen]

@dumaschosen​

Inching closer to Celica, Alm lets her wrap the shawl around him once she sits down. It’s cozy. Their shoulders touch, the space between them nonexistent now, warmer with her presence. For a second he wonders if he should offer his hand for her to hold. There’s a bit of hesitation he hopes she isn’t able to sense, but he brushes the back of his hand against hers, a silent invitation to do so. 

The quiet isn’t unsettling at all. Like this, he’s able to forget his worries for the briefest of moments. The tranquility of the atmosphere and Celica’s company lessen the ache of tension in his chest. 

That is, until Celica pierces the silence. He’s not caught off-guard by it, though, and figures this conversation has been long overdue. It was bound to be brought up sooner or later, and right now might be the only time they’ll ever get a chance to talk. Just the two of them, for once. No court advisors, no Mycen, no nobles breathing down their necks. 

An exhale. “Hellish is definitely a good way to describe it. I…” Alm rubs the back of his neck. “I really have been meaning to bring it up. I just don’t know where to start, and I didn’t want to burden you. It feels like so much has been happening too quickly, and all at once. And ever since I….” 

He trails off awkwardly, realizing that this is the first time in months he’s airing out this concern of his. 

         A gentle nudge and Celica accepts the invitation to hold his hands. They’re rougher than she remembers. Tough callouses from sword swinging, some new scars. Their fingers interlock comfortably, warm and familiar. Her shoulders relax and she leans into his side, relieved that her presence wasn’t unwanted out here in the silence.

         It’s nostalgic. The two of them sharing a shawl in the crisp air of the evening, much like some of the chillier nights spent in Ram back in their youth. All they would need now was a book of myths and adventures next to the warm hearth. 

         She giggles when he agrees with her, but she quiets quickly when she feels his tone shift. There’s a heavy silence after he trails off. Celica squeezes his hand with reassurance before replying, “Alm, you never are and never will be a burden to me.” A beat. “A lot has happened, I understand entirely, and I’ll be here to listen.”

         His face is weary, not only from lack of sleep, but from the weight of it all. Celica resists the urge to reach up and smooth the furrow of his brow. Instead, she lowers her gaze to the ground, swinging her legs a bit. “You’re not alone, feeling overwhelmed,” she stops her fidgeting and looks up at him. “Start from wherever you want. I’m here.”

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a brief respite ✧ open

[milaschosen]

silesianwinds‌:

Lewyn was taken aback from the appearance of someone in his line of walk, he braced his legs for collision. He managed to stay up on his own two feet, the force of the collision hit most of his right arm. 

He collected himself, and flashed his hair in a dramatic manner. Pretending as if nothing happened. “Perish the thought, love. I’m alright, I’m far more worried about you.” Lewyn raised his hand and flexed his fingers. He felt slight tension in his upper regions of his point, middle, and ring fingers. Been playing too much on the lyre he thought.  Taking notice on his companion beside him he stopped what he was doing and looked back at her. “The apology is all on me, I was in your way. Forgive me. I’ll try to be more mindful of whenever I’m off speeding.” 

         “Oh, no I fear my earnestness may have almost caused this accident.” His reaction to their collision is certainly interesting, but Celica pays it no mind. There have been far stranger people she’s seen roaming the castle grounds. With a chuckle, she smiles at him, “Thank you for your concern. I’m alright.” 

         The din of the barracks continues. Her first instinct is just to utter another quick apology and scamper off to start her exploration of the grounds. There’s not many people she knows here and having some alone time is rare with how many heroes are around. But, it would be bad manners, and it wouldn’t be a good first impression at all. 

         There’s a brief pause, just because Celica is unsure how to continue. A cough and a few pats to brush off the dust, tome at her side, she straightens up and holds out her hand. “I’m Celica, a priestess from Novis. I’ve just recently arrived in Askr. Pleasure to make your acquaintance! Have you been here long?”

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honey & chartreuse! :)

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

Celica is not good with words or expressing her feelings. Her love language is most definitely Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation. A firm believer of “actions speak louder than words,” she is always willing to get that spare crate or cook for someone to show her appreciation. She doesn’t give empty compliments or shallow flattery. She’s not poetic about her feelings, but will be ready with praise for a spell well cast or a heartfelt attempt. With familial love and romantic love, she is more physically affectionate than usual. 

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

I just think it’s neat :) 

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currant, anise <3

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

King Lima IV was the most disgusting person she’s known. Well, known of. She never knew her father personally, but his behavior and treatment of his brood spoke volumes on who he was actually. He rarely visited the Imperial Villa to see his kids, he only came to bang his wives and that was after he was tired of the women he had back at the palace. Entitled, lazy, selfish man who drove Zofia to ruin with his incompetence. Because he only wanted to enjoy the luxuries of royalty and not the responsibilities, King Lima allowed Desaix to manipulate and cheat the people he was supposed to be leading.

He died a pathetic and sad man.

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tea orange? uwu

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

Celica has always been fascinated with the brand on her right hand. At first, she thought it was a mark of her royal blood, but her other half-siblings didn’t have one. When she met Alm in Ram Village, she saw that he had something similar on his left hand and instantly felt a connection. As the years went by, she realized that this was a mark of destiny, that she was meant to serve Mila in some shape or form. There were no answers, but she wonders how her life could have been different if she wasn’t born with it. 

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anise&black?~

anise

Answered~

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

Celica doesn’t have a bucket list, per se, but more of “things to accomplish before death,” like find Mila, ascend the Zofian throne, bring peace to the continent, reunite with Alm, that sort of deal. She’s not dying (haha) to do anything for fun. These are just things she has to do to fulfill her duty.

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anise

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

Her self-care is reading or just spending time by herself. Before, she felt that she didn’t deserve to treat herself, since there are many people out there who don’t have that luxury. As she gets older, Celica learns to give herself a break once in a while. She does enjoy a girls’ night every once in a while.

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colorful headcanons.

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( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse’s romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don’t deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

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lost time | alm&celica

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dumaschosen‌:

Tiredly, Alm smiles at Celica when she approaches him, and scoots over to make room for her to sit on the crate, which is wide enough for two people (three, even) to sit on. Her company definitely isn’t unwelcome, and though he feels bad for interrupting her slumber, he’s glad she’s here. Moments like this have been few and far between, with all the work they both have to do. 

“Hey,” he greets her simply, not really knowing what to say. He’s suddenly aware of the cool-cut metal of the engagement band around his ring finger — golden, delicately engraved, and possibly the most expensive-looking piece of jewelry he’s ever worn — and begins to fidget with it. It’s still hard for him to wrap his head around the idea that his wedding is taking place in two weeks’ time, with Celica as his bride-to-be. Everything feels so surreal. 

But the budding anxiety over his wedding isn’t exactly the reason why he came out here. Sure, it’s on the list of things he hasn’t quite processed fully yet, but it’s also something he’s actually looking forward to. At the forefront of his mind is… an issue he doesn’t know how to bring up, exactly. He doesn’t want Celica to worry, after all. He’s sure she has a lot on her plate as well. 

“Sorry for waking you up. Unless…. you’ve been awake this whole time, too?”

         She settles in to the space beside him, extending her shawl around his shoulders. It’s a bit chilly, but the cloth will be enough to keep them warm. At his question, she tilts her head sheepishly, “It’s been difficult falling asleep lately.” A beat. “This is nice, just the two of us...”

         In her peripherals, she sees Alm fiddle with the ring on his finger and she feels the weight on her same hand. They have similar band, beautiful, elegant, but it’s mostly a symbol of the unification between the two kingdoms. They both insisted on simplicity: no jewels. For a village boy and a priestess to be suddenly covered in extravagance seemed disingenuous to them. 

         There’s a heavy silence. It’s not awkward at all as they absorb the chill air, the faint chirps of crickets down below, and the ambiance of the stars above. They’ve both gone through so much, marching their separate campaigns, experiencing adversity in every shape and form. Especially at Duma Tower, when they were talking through the bars... that moment...

         “We...” she cautiously presses forward, as to not shatter the environment they’ve created, pulling the shawl in a bit closer, “We haven’t had the chance to really catch up after, well, everything.” Celica’s brows furrow with concern, “I understand if you don’t want to speak, but if I may be forthright with you,” a tired chuckle, “These past months have been... hellish.”

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desert emissary ✧ celica&tharja

@fuonno

         Valentia is no longer in its infancy. Yes, it’s flourishing as countries rising out of the ashes of war tend to do, but it’s experiencing growing pains and other countries are starting to take notice.

         Of course as queen, Celica has been critical of the news of ships sailing into their docks with unfamiliar colors. Most are traders interested in piercing a new market, selling their wares to a continent ready to reach out to the rest of the world. Some are smugglers, bringing in artillery for the few who oppose the unification still, and others are spies, picking at earthen wounds that have barely scabbed over.

         Word of a company in unusual dress coming for a proposition reached the castle. In true Valentian hospitality, they were welcomed, given rest at the local inn, and invited for an audience with the queen. So here she is, waiting for them to be ushered in. Celica is a little older now, no longer a novice ruler, but always learning as a leader should. Hair in an elegant updo, face still youthful but showing the strain of governance. Her fingers tap nervously on the armrest before folding her hands in her lap.

         Gossip from around the castle said that these visitors seemed dark. But of course, loose lips sink ships--

         “They’re here, Your Majesty.”

         She straightens up and puts on her most welcoming smile as they walk into the room, “Welcome to the Capitol. What brings you to the shores of Valentia?”

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lost time | alm&celica

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dumaschosen‌:

@milaschosen

Close to midnight, Alm gets up from his shared bed with Celica as quietly as possible, and makes his way to the balcony.

He doesn’t even need to light a candle; the moon is full, and the stars overhead twinkle brightly enough through the castle windows to illuminate his way down the halls. The cool night air is refreshing when he feels the chill of the breeze tickle his cheeks upon stepping outside. Perhaps he should have brought a light coat to drape over his shoulders, but he doesn’t want to go back to his bedroom and possibly disturb Celica just because he finds himself unable to sleep.

He’s restless, the events of the past few weeks going by like a blur. Since his coronation, he hasn’t settled into a routine he was entirely comfortable with yet, despite the fact that he’d been doing the same things over and over again: checking up on soldiers and citizens, writing missives, attending court meetings, discussing restoration plans, making preparations for his wedding…

Busying himself with duties and responsibilities can only do so much, he thinks, as he sits down on a crate and sighs. He can’t even remember the last time he had a brief moment to himself since the end of the war.

He wonders if he’ll ever get used to all of this.

         To be frank, Celica has been wide awake for a while now. Her body craves sleep, but the vivid images that appear when she closes her eyes are ones she’d rather avoid. The rustle of sheets and quiet shuffling signal that she’s not the only insomniac tonight.

         She turns to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling in weighted silence. The bed she shares with Alm is unbelievably soft, much more comfortable than her pallet at the priory, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the simple life of the humble island. No worrying advisers, no shallow nobles trying to suck up to their good graces, no “royalty” lessons. No one trying to force them to learn the ins and outs of running a country in a manner of months.

         The dissipating warmth from his side of the bed stirs her from the covers. He’s been gone for a while, so Celica grabs a shawl (it’s big enough for two), and tiptoes to the door leading to the balcony. Alm is sitting on a crate, staring off into the distance under the light of the full moon. Maybe she should leave him be, since they’re surrounded with people every waking minute. But the weary slump of his shoulders indicates something more than physical exhaustion.

         Her hand rests gently on his back as she approaches him, “I suppose this is the only way to get some peace and quiet around here.” Celica lifts her shawl as an invitation, “Need some warmth?”

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wedding portrait 💒

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a brief respite ✧ open

         The latest battle was rough, but thankfully everyone on the team made it back safe. Commander Anna and the summoner were quick-witted to end up with the least casualties.

         Celica doesn’t enjoy this, but she was summoned here for Mila knows why, and it’s her responsibility to assist the Askr Kingdom. Even so-- the priestess slumps onto a nearby bench in exhaustion-- it’s draining. Sighs of relief and relaxed murmurs echo through the barracks as units heal up and unload weapons. She absent-mindedly flips the pages of her tome with her thumb, the faint fwip of the paper adding it’s own soft note to the din. To be honest-- fwwwwip-- she isn’t used to using a book to cast her spells.

         Well, now that the fighting is done for the day, she should take a break. Her muscles begin to ache less, back straightening as her hands cease their fiddling. Celica hadn’t taken the proper time to explore and familiarize herself with her new home, so this is a good time as any!

         Revitalized (and excited? perhaps), she briskly walks toward the door only to run into the person coming in. They both stumble and Celica catches herself with the fall. “Oh! I apologize-- excuse me.” She quickly checks on the other person, scolding herself mentally for letting her eagerness get the best of her, “Are you alright? I’m so clumsy sometimes-- are you hurt?”

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hello hello!! i’m melo and i’m super excited to rp with you all!! i’ll be posting an open starter soon, but feel free to like this post for a starter or dm me to plan a thread.

[diakamu]