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@misericordel
LADY VEYLE from ENGAGE written by LEON. affiliated with TOA. deaconess for the church of seiros & fell princess set to take up the throne of gradlon— but if you ask her, she doesn't feel quite ready yet. . .
PINNED GRAPHIC by ALINA.
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stuck between a rock and a fell dragon — joachim & veyle
"okay, ready? one, two. three...!" veyle musters up every ounce of strength she possibly can in her arms, but.... nothing.
the wall of rocks that has the two of them trapped in this cave doesn't even budge. they're totally and completely stuck, separated from the party they'd been accompanying.
".. i'm sorry joachim." she looks up at her newly made companion with an expression full of a mix of guilt and worry. "i should have pushed back against that knight more. we wouldn't be stuck like this if i just asserted my authority a little more..."
@licehn
look to windward
zephia & veyle.
...Why, this foolish, spoiled, and ungrateful brat. Zephia is near-tempted to strike her.
Maybe she should. Maybe she will.
The dagger Veyle holds is little better than a child's toy. Zephia remembers the way its imitation had felt in her palm; remembers, too, how utterly useless it'd been. Clutched now in those trembling hands, it can't even be considered a weapon anymore.
So, why this disgust? Why this anger? Veyle is no longer a creature that Zephia needs to concern herself with. Lord Sombron is dead, and he has taken his ambitions and his promise with him. What pieces of him linger behind through his errant children are simply residual waste.
Flower, tree. Jewel, trash. Her lady, her curse.
(So it is not 'why' to mean for what reason she feels disgust; it is to wonder why it must be disgust and not relief, anger and not apathy.
See? she wants to say. This is who you have always been. I am not someone you wish to remember.)
"...And what will you do, I wonder, if I choose to ignore your meager warnings?" Zephia muses aloud, though she doesn't take another step. "You hold that dagger the way a child does her first butter knife. If you meant to look threatening, you're failing very miserably. Why don't you go ahead and call for the Divine Dragon instead, hm? Either of them will do."
“ah, i’m—” she opens and closes her mouth, stopping the apology before it can come out. zephia should be the same as sombron to her so why— why is it so hard to hurt her?
maybe it’s the fond memories veyle still as of her despite everything— at least with her papa she could confidently say that he never ever cared for her and that their relationship as father and daughter were doomed from the start, but…
“… i don’t want to hurt you.” she finally says with a conflicted expression on her face, lowering misericorde and looking at her feet. even with zephia threatening her now, bringing up sore points that veyle was sure to get angry about if she didn’t think about controlling her reactions.
despite herself, she sniffles and shakes her head. “but it’s like you want me to. it’s like you want me to hate you! i don’t understand…!”
those dang knightisms — mauvier & veyle
“it’s okay. i don’t need my name on the board anyways. hehe, i might go for a third bowl, though.” veyle grins at his insistence, happy to see that he can be lighthearted and joke around again. he seemed so cold and stalwart when he first came off the ship from jugdral and she didn’t like when he was like that. she liked when he felt more like family who actually loved her for who she was.
i’m happy that you’re my knight, mauvier.
“you should come to the dining hall more often! it’s always really lively and fun in here. and also…” she fumbles with her fingers. she shouldn’t lie to him about where her anxiety lies even if she felt a lot better about them now. “uhm, honestly, i was worried when you first got here today. you seemed uneasy. like something happened while i wasn’t with you…” unease turns right back into a smile as she looks up at him again. “so i want to do stuff that makes you genuinely happy, too. if you want to eat here but you feel like you can’t alone, just ask me. okay? i’ll always want to eat with you!”
Lady Veyle has always been able to read Mauvier's emotions, even when no one else can. Even when Mauvier himself cannot discern what he feels, his liege can shine a light upon him. If anyone else had asked outright, he would have said that he left all of his troubles and regrets on the ship.
But when his Lady looks at him, when she cuts to the core of what's bothering him, even if she's not sure what it is...he knows he has not. He still carries the weight of the lives he'd needlessly taken, the suffering he had abetted.
This is not the time or the place to lay all of that out, piece by jagged piece. Nor is it the time to revisit the doubt he'd felt, in his lowest moment at Castle Meath, wondering if he was still fit to be a knight. If he ever was.
And he would compromise here: he is not a knight fit for any spare cause, any haughty noble or deity. His loyalty is honed specifically for Lady Veyle alone, extended to the monastery's students out of a desire for purpose, not for the meager coin it grants him.
And what does she ask, in return? When Mauvier would lay all the world at her feet, she simply wants to share a meal with him.
He smiles at her, shining and warm. The doubt he's been hauling around is lifted from his chest. "Thank you, Lady Veyle," he tells her. "I will remember that, and I will make it a point to eat here more often. And...not remain alone."
her expression brightens upon seeing him finally smile— not in any manner that is clearly meant to placate her but in a manner that makes her think she might have finally gotten to the core of his troubles and helped him with them.
he’d always been so dedicated to her no matter what— so much so that she wonders if he only thinks about spending his time here as long as its with her. “also. uhm.” she second guesses herself, her fingers pressed together nervously. “i’m not alone either anymore. i want you to be happy even when you’re not with me.” she looks up at him, watching carefully for his reaction. “so i mean… you should invite the knights you work with here sometimes too. i bet they would be happy to share a meal with you.”
may 2026 → passed
skill points → 38 to 39
faith → E+ to D
newly acquired weapons → nosferatu
[ currently not officially claimed ]
[ LYTHOS ] - A complicated dance performed by Lythian clerics, incorporating the choreography relayed to the former Divine Dragon Monarch by tales and demonstrations from pilgrims of the main four nations on Elyos as well as those from the Emblems. It requires mastery and control of tempo changes and willingness to move one’s body in many different ways.
“uhm. sorry. even though i’m from elyos i don’t know this dance.” veyle frets about her lack of experience. she knows the meaning behind it but she’d never seen it performed by anyone before. fell dragons didn’t exactly hold balls or anything of the like, after all, and they'd be hard pressed to be found in the same space as lythian clerics.
“… you’d probably be better off learning this from someone else.” as much as veyle wishes to be helpful here. “the divine one— uhm, my sister alear would make a better partner than me.”
Knight is a word that precious few people would use to describe Marni, especially as she is now. Friend, even fewer.
Nuisance, maybe. Failure, definitely.
Despite all of the hot air, she knows exactly where she stands. She hadn't fully understood back then why Mauvier found the title of 'friend' more burdensome than 'knight', but she understands more clearly now. The weight of harming and continuing to harm your liege is one thing, where your relationship is based only on how well you do your job. It is another thing entirely to hurt someone that cares about you beyond what you can do for them.
You missed me even though I messed up again?
That's the question she wants to ask, but Veyle holds her hands like a priest ready to absolve her of sin. She swallows down the words like bile, letting the guilt burn on the way back down.
If they had been friends sooner, would she still be like this?
"Nope, still here. I'm pretty tough to get rid of, you know!" If she had a hand free, she could pull the neck of her blouse down to show off her new proof of not dying. But maybe it's for the best that her hands are occupied at the moment. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Lady Veyle. There's still a lot of stuff I have to make up for."
there’s still a lot of stuff i have to make up for.
her brow furrows with excess worry. marni was still trying to make up for everything? veyle can’t help but think that a fell dragon like herself doesn’t deserve the kind of guilt her knight expresses, but she knows she’ll only upset marni if she says that kind of thing. (it would have upset mauvier or alear if she said it to either of them, after all. )
“no.” veyle shakes her head, her grip on marni’s hands tightening anxiously. “you don’t have anything to make up for, marni. you already did when you laid your life down for me.” her lower lip wibbles as she struggles to keep it together. “… so don’t say that. you’ll make me think you’re going to leave me again and— and that would be worse than anything else you could possibly do.”
to kill / coax / wait for the bird
⤷ ethereal ball 2026: cont. from here. ( first half )
Contrary to his expectations, he's turned out not to be warning a friend but instead lecturing a guard. He'd expected she might know, vaguely aware she wasn't a student but instead staying at the monastery in some other capacity, but...
Not that she was going to be an enforcer herself! If it'd just been left at that, maybe he would've just apologized for his awkward moment and be done with it, but instead—
“Is it wrong of me to want to protect you??” Leif bites back, coming off as more indignant than he'd necessarily planned. In the face of her taking a sudden rough tone though, the petulant part of him can't help but meet bark with more bark.
She may be an unexpected source to find fault in his actions, but she is far from the first to spin a question at him as a clear weapon rather than a curiosity in his eyes.
“I'd protect any ally of mine from a bad spot if I'm in the right place with the right means to do it,” he asserts, frowning. “Or am I to just leave people to their fates??”
@misericordel !!
“that’s– that’s not at all what i meant.” veyle stutters, shoulders drawing up and taught at the sudden bite back. “of course you want to do that, i just….” her hands clench tight to her chest.
emblem leif is mad at her. it’s not like she isn't either but emblem leif is mad at her. she has to stand her ground.
“i’m not weak.” isn’t she, though? “that’s what you thought just now, isn’t it? why would you warn me about something so obvious otherwise?”
sugar, spice, and everything nice.
Ethereal Ball 2026 // continued from here
Where Sara is honest, Veyle is honestly genuine. The difference may seem negligible, but Veyle's bashfulness tells a different, sorry story than her own. It has been well-documented spider lilies do not blossom in full until their leaves are shed, unfurling only after a sense of loss can be felt.
With a small nod, she accepts the orchid and generosity both, thinking to herself Veyle also might be carrying things which impede her growth too, decaying leaves on the verge of coming off the person she wants to be.
"No need to apologize, you do not have to explain yourself to me."
Maybe there could people in her past who deserve to hear an apology, but Sara is not one of them.
"It is enough to do good, I think, no matter the reason. Flowers have no more say in the garden they are planted than people do, but unlike them, we can reposition our roots, don't you agree?"
veyle relaxes a little, watching sara accept her flower without any fuss. "mm. maybe i didn't need to but... i wanted to. there's a lot of stuff humans go through without others knowing, so.." so much so that veyle wishes she could read minds so she could know how to make them feel better— all she can is instead act cautiously around them.
"unlike plants we can reposition our roots..." she repeats quietly to herself before finally smiling properly. "yeah, i think so too. it doesn't matter where you come from— it just matters what you do with what you have, right?"
[ WATER ] - The liquid of life, the quencher of thirst. Served in crystalline glasses. And what’s more dramatic than throwing water at someone’s face!
"Thirsty?" He offers her a glass. He has not seen her since the tournament but he has wondered. "How are you and your sister?"
"emb— ephraim!" she stutters in self correction, remembering that they may be emblems at home but they're their own people here. "you didn't have to get me that, but thank you." it would be rude not to, so veyle takes the glass offered to her.
"we're good. i think we cleared up the misunderstanding we had." veyle smiles sheepishly, looking down at the glass of water now in her hands. "i still feel a little weak but... my sister has faith in me, so i feel a little better about myself now too."
sugar, spice, and everything nice.
Ethereal Ball 2026 // continued from here
"Veyle," she echoes, memorizing the sound and shape of it. Veyle is on the younger side if Sara were to haphazard to guess, but she has never been proficient at judging one's age. Much of her days had been squandered in the company of men with one foot in the grave whilst grumbling the other ached and the youth should look after their health. Though Sara knew the complaints held some truth, Loptous promised everlasting life through death and those painful, daily struggles could only be endured by the faith they possessed in scripture.
Her eyes land on the hand which hangs in the empty space between them. Veyle seems uncomfortable. Sara must be responsible for one reason or another. Instead of taking the hand, she folds a spider lily from her bouquet into it.
"There is no need to be nervous. I cannot say I am surpised we have never managed to run into one another, but I will not force you to speak with me. I was part of a church once, however I chose to leave it behind. You reminded me of people I used to know, the good ones. "
@misericordel
veyle blinks, staring down at the hauntingly beautiful red flower placed neatly in her hand. "wow. they gave you such pretty flowers." she says her thoughts out loud— then blushes when she realizes she had.
"that is, uhm... thank you." fell princess manages a smile as she carefully places the lily into her bouquet. it looks nice next to the rose nel gave me.
"oh, here! you can have one of my orchids! i don't know what it means but it's also pretty isn't it?" she feels the beauty is lost a little with herself as the owner, but that's not something she says out loud.
"i don't hold any loyalty to the church or anything— it's just easier to do good things for other people if i work for them... i think." she holds out the orchid towards sara, waiting for her to take it. "so uhm, if you have any bad experiences with churches or something... i'm sorry." oh divine one, she is fumbling her words so badly..!
@misericordel sent:
"marni!!!!!!!!"
veyle shouts almost at the top of her lungs, running and jumping into her embrace."i'm so happy to see you!!" she sobs and— oops. people are staring now.
She did think about leaving when the lights went out, tucking her tail between her legs and escaping before the nerves of being back in such a dim environment can claim her. After all, what is there to gain from being here? She danced a little, she ate food, she begrudgingly said hi to people. It's not like she really needs to stay for the whole night. As frustrating as it is, the chances of anyone noticing or caring that she'd turned tail were pretty low. If she leaves now, she could—
A singular voice disrupts her train of thought, followed by the warmth of a human body crashing into her.
"Lady Veyle?!"
Marni, who is still in the single digits in terms of hugs experienced, has no clue what to do with her hands in this moment. Even putting aside her status, when she thinks about what she'd done to her brother(?) on the other side of the mirror, a pang of guilt freezes her hands in the air.
Here's Veyle happy to see her again, meanwhile she'd messed up again while she wasn't looking.
"When did you, I mean..." She's never quite known what to do about other people's tears. What is she supposed to say here? "Huh? Missed... me?"
marni flails awkwardly in her arms but veyle doesn’t mind at all. that seems to be something that both her and mauvier have in common— they don’t know what to do with themselves when they receive any affection.
it’s nice to be the person to give someone the love that they deserve but don’t usually get. nice enough that veyle doesn’t think about why that is for long enough to get sad about it.
“uhm, not that long.” veyle smiles and giggles as she forces herself to pull back from the crushing embrace. she’d like to hug marni a little more but she doesn’t wanna make her precious knight uncomfortable.
marni asks if she missed her as if she’s unsure of herself. fell princess clasps her knight’s hands and leans forward slightly. “of course i missed you, marni. you’re my knight and….also my friend.” she pauses, clasping marni’s hands a little tighter than before. “honestly, i was a little scared when i left…. if you weren’t here when i got back i would have wondered if seeing you again had just been a dream. i'm glad it wasn't."
[ SPOTLIGHT ] - Sara doesn't make a habit of introducing herself to every pretty stranger that catches her eye. Despite how it had appeared to most, Leif was an exception.
She can't control who her gaze chooses to be drawn to nor which voices incite a greater curiosity than others, but her interest has certainly been piqued this girl.
"Are you affiliated with the Church? There's an air about you that I haven't seen in a long time, something that reminds me of distant memories and magic and dark, merciful gods. My name is Sara, if you need to know. I hope we can talk more."
"huh!?" veyle turns around, completely blindsided by the sudden approach of this lavender hair— sara, she says her name is.
why does that name sound familiar? like she'd heard it recently...
more importantly, sara mentions dark gods and veyle can't help but freeze up just a little. "i... work with the church yes." she has to take a second to remember to breathe when she speaks.
she's sure sara is nice, but something about her makes her reluctant to disclose her status as a fell dragon.
"you're just like the fell worshippers." she mutters to herself in realization under her breath before forcing a smile. "i'm a deaconess. i help the priests with church errands and stuff. erm." she awkwardly holds out a hand; whether it's to shake or not is unclear. "my name's veyle. it's.. nice to meet you."
i hired your crush's little sister to stare at you — chrom & veyle
toaball2026 – continue from here
He nods along, though there was something odd in hearing Veyle specify the way in which he looked at her. Why would he look at anyone weird, for such prejudice was unfair? Regardless of this meeting being… far from ideal, it wasn’t like it was done with bad intentions at heart.
“Well… thank you for the vote of confidence, though I don’t get why you’d have expected me to look at you ‘weird’. You were looking out for your sister, and frankly I think mine would approach Alear with far less tact than you approached me.” In fact, the thought of Lissa’s approach sent shudders down Chrom’s spine; she would likely regale embarrassing stories of the two while growing up, and Chrom could not fathom the embarrassment from that.
Then Veyle says an odd line. Something about believing in the her that believes in him. It was new, and rather innovative, likely something native to Elyos and original to Ylisse. He would have to adopt that in the future, for it was clear that such a saying had results; Chrom felt undeniably more fired up, eager to confess- though that would have to happen later still.
“Okay, okay.” He nods, psyching himself up. “I believe I can do it. When we next meet, I will. We did just come back inside not too long ago, after all. Thank you for the encouragement. I… I suppose I really needed that.”
"oh, it's not about that." she shakes her head but doesn't elaborate any further. sure she could tell him that she's a fell dragon, but she thinks it doesn't really matter at this point.
also, this isn't about her.
"hehe." she giggles, placing her hands back on her hips. it feels nice to give others some confidence in themselves. (did her sister feel like this when she helped her keep going? she wonders briefly. ) "you uh.. you got this, yeah!" then she pauses and looks around for a familiar face.
it's not hard to spot red and blue hair at all— she sees alear talking to someone she doesn't know pretty quickly.
"i'll put in a good word for you. it'll definitely go well. so just wait here!"
[ SLIP-UP ] - As it turns out, a lot of people at the monastery make for great body doubles in the dark. What do you do when you slap a friend on the back only for you to find out when they turn around that it’s not your friend at all?
"Ah, there you are Sara, I've been hearing some rumours and-" Cutting himself off, Berkut winces as the lighting finally manages to highlight who he had just cut off by forcing himself in front of them mid stride. Letting out a sigh, already feeling the headache that would no doubt come from this interaction.
"Pardon me Veyle. I confused with you with another companion of mine. If you don't mind, I'll quickly be off." Though he pauses for a moment, going to fetch a rose from his bouquet. Hearing the musicians still playing, a slight smirk dances on his face.
"Unless of course, you are in the mood to dance? Though perhaps you wouldn't dance with someone who dared to fight during a mock battle. Very horrifying of me, I understand if you're still shocked by it."
veyle is not the type to hold grudges.
but the connection between him and the image conjured up in her mind of a fatally injured alear is far too strong.
her expression drops at the sight of berkut enjoying himself up until well— up until he realizes it's not sara he's talking to, but rather her. she's seen that disappointed expression many times. it's more annoying, she thinks, on his face.
her brow furrows in frustration. who does he think he is, acting like it was just some silly mistake on his part that could be immediately forgotten? "no." she says very firmly with an umph to it. "i don't want to dance with someone who doesn't care about how other people feel."
pause. her nose scrunches up at the idea of his flower in her bouquet. it would ruin not her own orchid but the ones that had been so kindly given to someone like her despite everything.
“and i don't want your stupid… smelly rose!” she crosses her arms protectively over her bouquet and turns her head away from him with a little hmph like the child that she is.
[ SAMPLE ] - Anyone who has attended the ball in the past couple of years is familiar with the fake mint candies that seem to make their way around the facilities as a popular prank. Hope your senses are well-trained enough to tell them apart without your sight!
"Veyle, there you are." With how chaotic the crowds have been, Nel isn't surprised in the slightest that it's been nigh impossible to spot the smaller dragon-- but now, her plans can come to fruition as she flashes her younger sister a smile. In her hands is a plate with a few colorful mint-looking confections, and she lowers them for Veyle's perusal. "I have been told that there is a risk to consuming these. While some are completely normal... others have been said to be incredibly spicy. I have chosen to take that as a personal challenge." On the side of the plate remains one of Nel's roses. "Indulge with me? I will exchange with you one of my roses in return."
“sister!” veyle smiles happily upon seeing her fellow dragon. she blinks in surprise not at the plate of candies but at the rose off to the side– as if something to be bartered so easily and not a representation of nel’s feelings.
“your flower is worth a lot more than a single candy!” she can't help but pout, pulling out a blue orchid from her bouquet that reminded her of the clothes nel would wear in the somniel.
“there. now we're even.” the smile returns to her face as she looks down at the candies.
“then…. this one…. no, this one!” she picks one candy up, hesitates, then sets that one down and goes for another. “... this is really hard. i really want one of the spicy ones, but….”
[ TEA ] - Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Some students, having anticipated a small selection, bought their own tea.
"Do you like tea, Veyle? I was hoping to share a cup with you." Turning to face the basket of tea bags, Edelgard lifts it by the handle and brings it to eye level. "Bergamot is my personal favorite."
“uhm.” she presses a finger to her bottom lip, tilting her head. edelgard had been so kind to share something she enjoyed with her— but tea has never really excited veyle. it was always too sweet for her taste, even if she’s only tried one or two blends.
she couldn't let edelgard’s good will go to waste, though. “... which one’s the most bitter? i’m not really that familiar with tea…. mm..” she frowns, brow furrowing as she squints down at the selection. “maybe i should just try the bergamot if it’s your favorite.”
