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UNMASKED. okay, this is a long time coming, but!! some free time is coming around the corner soon, so: like this if you’d like to be on a relationship page! we must have interacted at least twice, or have plotted a fair amount for the future.
fiercecrimson:
Arms were stretched and her muscles were loosened up after a good training. It improved her mood and it was a great way to relax both her mind and body.
Hinoka would return to camp and place her training naginata in the right place, only to notice the voice of a woman calling out to her. She tilted her head and turned around to see the blonde Nohrian asking for help.
“Of course… Charlotte, was it? I have some spare time right now. ” There were a few stories she had heard here and there of fellow Hoshidan men, but she didn’t know the details other than how much they enjoyed the woman’s company. “What is it that you need to do?”
FOR ALL THE SUCCESS she has in catching help with little more than fluttering lashes and a trill in her voice, Charlotte hardly lands the attention of royalty without seeking it first. Boundaries are new and hotly contested and hard not to cross in such a tepid alliance, but she’s made it her business to know the Hoshidan royalty on sight, even if she knows them by armor or by favored weapon first. She’d asked an entourage but found an audience with a princess.
From what little she knew of her, Lady Hinoka was not someone with whom she’d fall into her usual act for-- but Charlotte is nothing if not flexible.
“Well,” she starts simply, taking a moment to compose herself after initial surprise-- an audience with royalty, for a poor little maiden once an enemy! she is all but trembling with excitement but sheepish for having to take even a moment of her time! “We only have a little light left in the day, milady, and there’s still shipments that have yet to make it to the armory or smithy. I don’t mean to trouble you, of course, but I’m still a bit new, and not sure if I’ll put everything in its proper place in the dark!”
salviitas:
Were Xander not so watchful for the faintest hint of negative expression, he might’ve missed the way her expression falters and her teeth grit together for the faintest of moments before her illusion returns once more. But, seeing as she’s never shown any ill-intent thus far, he dismisses it quickly as the knee-jerk response to being caught in the midst of a lie.
“I thought that might be the case.” As if he hadn’t all but accused her of lying only moments before. “Now…would you care to offer a more exact narrative of what took place?”
NO, she would grumble, were it not all but spitting in the face of the crown prince of Nohr. Unfair, perhaps, when her anger is not at Xander-- not really, anyway. Not his fault, really: Charlotte does not like getting caught, would prefer to keep truths closer if she has the luxury of doing so.
Luxury she shouldn’t have expected under such scrutiny, but it was worth an attempt.
“...It was more like a-- a disagreement. Not a spirited debate.” A disagreement in the sense that she’d shed her mask when words hit wounds deeper than she’d expected and she’d spoken-- lashed out-- before she’d even composed the proper words.
“--But even then, all I did was grab him by the shirt! That’s it, I swear.”
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—– && ι can'т тυrn вacĸ, now.
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Charlotte’s acting
“OF COURSE we’re here to help you. I’m a delicate flower, but I know how to battle.”
“I wanted to tell you if you even think about going near Lord Xander with intentions of hurting him I will take your head and put it on a pike!”-Peiri
Hey, do I look suspicious or anything? I know it’s your job, but cut me a little slack, here! I can give you my word that I wouldn’t think about hurting a hair on his kingly head!
Do not reblog! Repost! Tell your followers five cute facts about your muse, then tag five people to see what cute things their muses do!
tagged by: @glorycrowned. ❤
tagging: @bareknuckle, @katanist, @noblestson, @acerbicsamurai, @sonofiustitia. ❤
1. Charlotte is not an animal person by any stretch of the imagination, but she does harbor a secret fondness for dogs. There are always table scraps and leftovers, and always starving dogs roaming and begging for a meal-- who is she to let them go hungry, the hardy survivors they are?
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“I want you to…” “Why didn’t you tell me…” “I wanted to tell you…” “Have you ever…” “What do you think of…”
MISCHIEVOUS GLINT in her eyes, although it only lasts for a second before fluttering lashes and rosy cheeks change exhaustion and audible groans to exertion, well beyond her means.
“Yoohoo! Excuse me!” Perfect picture of innocence, although Charlotte steals hesitant glances over her shoulders, equal parts sheepish but resigned. “Oh, I don’t mean to be a bother, but I’d be ever so grateful if I could get a little help with inventory!”
*audible cash register noises*
UNMASKED. okay, this is a long time coming, but!! some free time is coming around the corner soon, so: like this if you’d like to be on a relationship page! we must have interacted at least twice, or have plotted a fair amount for the future.
YOU’RE GONNA COME UNDONE.
two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone:
1. Charlotte’s handwriting is a labor of love: she genuinely practiced her penmanship as much as any other part of her act, certain that it would come in handy for love letters; ironically enough, she almost never writes anything to impress and mostly uses it to write very lovely letters to her parents back home.
2. It’s rare for Charlotte to carry more than about 200 gold on her unless she’s specifically shopping for something. She isn’t worried about it getting stolen; she’s that confident in her ability to charm her way into a lower price. (And, to be fair, she isn’t immune from impulse buys, and that ensures it doesn’t go to frivolous things.)
sonofiustitia:
— Charlotte’s extra confirmation only served to help keep his bright mood afloat. Perhaps he was easy to please, a part that certainly emphasized his childish sides, but the way he saw it, this way everyone was pleased. Besides, this was what he had wanted all along, right? Why bother trying to deny himself his own joy because of a little doubt?
Although her touch in his hand was startling at first, Percy quickly recovered from the momentary shock and gave her hand a squeeze. Despite his frequent protests about his own immaturity, he grasped the opportunity to show his mother approval and gratefulness. Human touch certainly was a rarity.
❝ Let’s do it! I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn from you, Mom! I swear I’ll be careful, so pleeeease? ❞
Shortly after his plead, his voice grew a bit softer but still packed its characteristic punch.
❝ …And maybe if we have some time, I can eat one of your lunches afterwards? Everyone seems so happy when they eat yours! ❞
HER SMILE RADIATES WARMTH, more than she knows, more than is characteristic to even the times she lets her mask slip. A slow exhale to relieve breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding. Gentle squeeze back and a certain softness to his voice as he asks for something so simple, as if she’d ever decline such a request-- or any request of his at all, really.
If his enthusiasm be hers, all the warmth in his heart be solely from his father, surely; for a fleeting moment, she considers how it may be for the better they’d spent so little time together until now, as though the bitter cynic blood that runs through her veins could somehow taint his smile, or ignite a loathing for an absent mother.
Charlotte’s smile is tight but she squeezes his hand back, swallowing such thoughts for another time. Not now, not when they’ve lost so much time already.
“Why, of course! You’re just out after my own heart, aren’t you?” Truly, a request she couldn’t refuse. There’s a sway to their joined hands, a gentle back-and-forth as they pass through camp and despite murky thoughts, Charlotte does her best to keep her tone light and airy.
“We’ll train and work up an appetite-- ooh, even better! We can train and then eat outside. We’ll make it a picnic!”
Charlotte stops them short of the smithy’s entrance, smoke billowing from the chimney and already thick in the air, even from the half-open door. “Gimme a minute, and I’ll see about some practice weapons, all right?”
renegaderr:
There is no resistance from Bazzard as the woman leads him away, a rare trust that he shows to very few. Afterall, Charlotte has known him at his roots, a time of chaos for his restless, aching soul. Truthfully, Bazzard had not been a well composed soldier in the past; hedonistic and rebellious at his core, he was not known to follow orders nor did he exhibit excellent camaraderie. The image he presents now was born of necessity, and for the sake of ambition.
“’Course I know how t’, had to learn to play the part, ya’ know,” he says with a knowing quirk of his lips upward. The grin on his face relaxes, a much more natural expression that is not touched by ego or performance. He hums in response to her words, nodding briefly before speaking. “It’s good to see you too. It’s nice to have a familiar face around here.”
Bazzard was entirely honest when he spoke. The comfort of familiarity, even vaguely, is one he does not know entirely well. For his selfish ambitions, he had severed all ties he could, reconstructing himself anew. As a commander, too, he is afforded few luxuries in being able to confide in another. To return to a face who knew him before allowed the weight that tensed his shoulders to relax, casual confidence now governing his demeanor more than guarded arrogance.
When she refers to him with his title he can’t help but roll his eyes and scoff, though it doesn’t ease his grin by any measure. “Couple years ago,” he answers her, shrugging before he continues, “I cleaned up my act and it landed me some work for some higher ups. They recommended me for a mission King Garon wanted done, about a year after that he promoted me to Commander.”
Truthfully he had condensed the story quite a bit, mostly to save time and conceal his ulterior motives, though the promotion sounded easier than it was in reality. The mission in question he did not remember fondly; truly, he had been asked to do Garon’s dirty work for him, a smear against his pride and his own ambition. In the end, though, Bazzard was willing to do what he needed to get close to the King. “What about you, though, huh? You’ve done pretty good, too.”
“DON’T I KNOW IT.” Bitter laughter chases her words and dies as he prompts her back; what smile lingers and what little pride she has for very few others is gone, flickers out with a wry smile and a grunt as she works her shoulders back and leans under the shade of a tree. Charlotte has long since let Bazzard’s arm go as other eyes fall away to rest under trees slowly losing leaves to a creeping winter’s chill.
This is the part she hates. The fessing up to mistakes, as there’s little she can do to sugarcoat the truth from someone who knows her far too well.
“Some guys have all the luck,” she moans, hands in the air. It would be flippant if her eyes were not set in a hard gaze on the horizon. “I’ve been stuck in the middle of nowhere for the past... what, four years? Ugh, it’s been just the worst.”
What she doesn’t say: I’m lucky I wasn’t discharged, only demoted, relocated, stripped of every pretty thing and accolade for insubordination and feigning ignorance. But, oh, do the wounds still hurt, still feel raw when brought to her attention-- and it’s hardly his fault, one of the few soldiers who cared before she knew anything at all, before they’d both found how to act and get ahead.
They were still cohorts, still privy to what lays behind the curtain; anger is far from being aimed at him, only at herself when envy is stripped away.
“But! All that’s gonna change, after this ordeal’s done with!” And of that she’s absolutely certain, and Charlotte glances up at Bazzard with determination and a smirk pushing through her bitter expression. “I’ve made it in with some pretty interesting people, right? And they’re loaded, which is even better! All I’ve gotta do is keep up all my hard work and look pleasing, and-- oh, what’s it they say?”
A particular turn of phrase, encouragement from a superior long dead that still echoes in her ears from years ago. Lip service to fools, but it’s humorous in the moment when she plans on making it nothing but the truth. “Even if I don’t land on the moon, I’ll still land in somethin’ shiny, right?”
life’s gonna turn just a little unkind.
gentlexbloom:
“𝓞𝓱 !” How useful she might be, she wasn’t entirely sure, especially since there was the chance that the two might have very different food tastes, but she would most definitely try her best.
“Y-Yes, of course,” Sakura nodded, swerving a bit with two quick steps to the side to avoid a pair of soldiers gesturing wildly in their much more animated conversation. “I’d be happy to make a few suggestions.”
Sweets immediately come to mind, but as her mother would remind her, those were hardly what most would consider a hearty meal. Those suggestions could wait until later, she supposed, because surely, surely, they would not be unwelcomed!
Now, what else… Oh ! Of course!
“One thing you might n-not be able to try here in camp are the gyoza people can buy from the street vendors in towns or cities.” Leaning in, Sakura lowered her voice conspiratorially, the corner of her lip tugging upward bashfully. “I try my best to find some whenever I get the chance to venture into the capital on my own.”
Straightening her posture, she considered her next words a bit more carefully, and after a glance over to her companion, she encouraged herself to ask, eyes hopeful. “A-Actually, would you m-mind if I cooked with you? I enjoyed cooking at home, though I-I only really know how to make traditional foods.”
WHERE SAKURA GIVES WAY Charlotte cannot help but smile, swelling pride to fill rising smile as sauntering soldiers break conversation to wish her good evening-- and so she does in turn. Growing pains aside, everything so far has fallen just as she’d like, which is cause for concern in restless hours of the night but makes her days far, far easier and the ache in her shoulders worth it.
( Unconsciously, her hand falls to the fresh skin, expecting puckered tissue and relaxes, finding nothing there. This young girl is nothing short of a miracle worker, really-- she’d been at the mercy of far less capable healers far more often than she’d like. )
“My mouth’s watering just thinking about it!” Although her reply is distant, aimless while her gaze lingers. It does no harm to send a wink back to the soldiers to gracious to wish her well; gaping mouths and stammers and the faintest hint of blush dusting their cheeks in the evening light is more than enough to know she’s played her cards right.
Sakura’s words reach her ears but do not register until seconds later, a snap back to reality-- it takes a moment to answer and stifle the less than graceful noise of surprise that follows.
“You wanna-- I mean, you want to help me?” Certainly, it would be a fair way to repay her, although why she’d be so eager to learn from a stranger whose food she’s even yet to sample is beyond her. Charlotte looks down, meets her gaze with sparkling young eyes-- never meaning to be a bother, but with a hope to learn nonetheless.
It’s new. There’s a chill down her spine, like she’d caught someone unintentionally in her web; like someone relies on her after one chance moment.
“I can’t speak for how well I teach, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve I can show you!” Despite herself, Charlotte is smiling.
