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// Hey all, Markku here! Big problem with moving blogs is that you lose a whole lot of followersâŠ
So, if youâd be so kind, can you give this post a like, or reblog this, if youâre willing to interact with a multi-muse OC blog set in Fire Emblem? Iâll swing by and check out your blog too!
// Hey all, Markku here! Big problem with moving blogs is that you lose a whole lot of followersâŠ
So, if youâd be so kind, can you give this post a like, or reblog this, if youâre willing to interact with a multi-muse OC blog set in Fire Emblem? Iâll swing by and check out your blog too!
Important Announcement
// I am moving blogs.
With all the chaos of work, and school⊠itâs going to be a lot easier to have all of my OC muses on one multi-muse blog. Maybe I wonât get as much followers from that, but⊠itâs easier on me.
So from now on, Lainen, Rhythm, Opal and Kezia will all be found on @unificatixn.
Iâll probably be reblogging the small promo there soon after this post. Hopefully, you can all follow me over there!
Even if it turns out to be futile⊠                   at least we couldnât ask for a sky so clear⊠                                               or a day more beautiful.
              The descent is all there truly ever is.
             Independent Fire Emblem customized MyUnit from Awakening!                                             Rules â Muse â Mun
He smirked and shook his head. âIf youâre gonna be with me for any length of time then you shouldnât expect what Iâm going to do to be the easiest option. In fact in most cases you should expect the most dangerous option.â He gave her a smile before returning his gaze to the road.Â
âThere is a path that leads up the mountain. You could always take the path, while I climb the side. Apparently the view up top is amazing. As an added note if you want to work on your speed you could try to see how fast you can go up the trail.â
âMm...â
He made a fair point, even if she didnât want to admit it. She didnât quite feel up to training... but perhaps by the time she reached the mountain range, her mind would be changed. Perhaps.
âWe shall see. Iâll stick to my original plan until I simply decide to change my mind. Itâs as simple as that... but I prefer to stay away from danger. Iâve been through enough.â
Rosalia raises a brow as Opal stands, eyes narrowing as the hand is put to her chest and she is made to step back. She can see sheâs also in bad shape, but she doesnât feel quite the amount of sympathy she feels for LionelâŠ
A sentiment that almost lessens as she apologizes. The apology itself is fine, but the words that follow manage to strike a nerve. The noble exhales gingerly through her nose, taking Opalâs hand and shaking it gently to try and prevent any more pain from being caused.Â
âRosalia Arch,â she replies curtly. âApology accepted, Miss Reim.â
Her gaze softens slightly and she sighs, withdrawing her hand and placing it on her hip. Looking at the two of them⊠they both looked like they had been through hell and back. She places a hand on her forehead and groans, her eyes reflecting her current state of irritation.
âDid they tell you how long the both of you would stay hereâŠ?â
âTheyâre Feroxian. Do you really expect them to give us an ETA and not just tell us that weâre free to go when we can?â
Opal sighs and sits back down, placing a hand on her forehead and rubbing it some. âI should apologize, even if I donât want to. Iâm more bitter than ever, especially since nothing was resolved with our fight. And I do wish to keep our relationship civil...â
Though, she was aware what image this would give, Opal couldnât really help herself as she moved, laying against Lionel some. âAnd please, call me Opal. I have an odd feeling that weâll be seeing a lot more of each other...â
Lionel stares down at Opal, his breath hitching slightly as she continued with her little⊠ministrations. He would be lying if he said he hadnât gotten worked up earlier. Still, that didnât make him any less flustered.
âS-seeâŠ. yer really.. gods yer really somethinâ else, OpalâŠâ He mutters, trailing his hand up her arm and gently cupping her face. âIâll let ya have fun, then⊠sânot somethinâ I objectâŠâ
He presses a kiss to her forehead and adds, âJust⊠keep yer mouth above my waist, alright? Iâm⊠not too used tâthis.â
Opal stares for a few moments, tilting her head almost in a curious manner before a laugh escapes, a hand resting on his chest. âOh my gods...â
She moves up, having to tip-toe in order to kiss his cheek as a rather large smile comes to her face. He was so precious and so flustered... and while she had the opportunity to have her way with him regardless...
âIâve taken you really far out of your comfort zone, havenât I? Oh, thatâs adorable. No, no, Lionel... Iâm gonna keep this in mind. I definitely wonât forget this... but for now, youâre safe. No more teasing or sexual advances, okay...?â
"... Opal." A man with white and blue hair looks over the woman, obviously a bit distraught. "It's really you... isn't it?" ((lol u kno who))
The fact that this man knew her name threw her for a loop. As she stared for a while, doing her best to find any sense of recognition on this man⊠she found that she couldnât.
Which left only one solution. This man was from a bad part of her past.
Quickly, she drew her sword, pointing it towards the man and narrowing her eyes.
âApologies, but I donât know who you are. I definitely donât know how you know my name⊠but I can only think of one possible reason. You have to be Nohrian. So Iâm giving you only a few seconds to explain yourself before this sword runs itself through your chest.â
⊠That was a joke, right? After everythingâŠ
No. It wasnât. And could he really blame her? But to block him from her memory completely⊠that was a surprise.
â⊠Well, I guess I see how it is. After all the time we spent together and all the time itâs been since weâve seen each other. Youâve really gone and blocked me from your mind? That kind of hurts.â
The man sighs and shakes his head, crossing his arms now, not in the least bit intimidated by the sword. His blue eyes drift over Opal slowly, taking in everything about her. This was, in fact, the woman that he knew from so long ago. The determination in her eyes. The way she held herself.. the scars marring her arms up and down. Everything was so familiar about her.
â⊠My name is Ruairi, which really, you should know, but ahh. Memory. I am Nohrian, yes, but⊠you didnât seem to have too much of a problem with that before. Youâre the one who left me.â
âDonât feel offended, Sir Ruairi.â
Her blade slides back into her sheath as she looks him over, though her scowl and narrowed eyes donât match her more compassionate voice. She was curious, she had to admit... this Ruairi was something else. Attractive, seemingly pleasant and the like...
âThere is a lot of my past that I intentionally do not remember. And if you were present in that timeframe... youâre gone from my memory. You must have been around me when I was still a soldier. Or perhaps... there are such things as the Outrealms. Perhaps you traveled to one unknowningly. One where I never met you. Either way... Iâm afraid we have to start anew.â
Did you hear about the thorn division commander? He made some Hoshidan swordsman a Nohr sergeant. Can you believe that?
âYouâve given me no reason to care. To what end should I truly bother myself with some Nohrian division accepting an outsider into their ranks? Perhaps this sergeant is an excellent liar.â
"... Opal." A man with white and blue hair looks over the woman, obviously a bit distraught. "It's really you... isn't it?" ((lol u kno who))
The fact that this man knew her name threw her for a loop. As she stared for a while, doing her best to find any sense of recognition on this man⊠she found that she couldnât.
Which left only one solution. This man was from a bad part of her past.
Quickly, she drew her sword, pointing it towards the man and narrowing her eyes.
âApologies, but I donât know who you are. I definitely donât know how you know my name⊠but I can only think of one possible reason. You have to be Nohrian. So Iâm giving you only a few seconds to explain yourself before this sword runs itself through your chest.â
// Itâs your boy Markku, back at it again with the new blogsâ
Hey, go ahead and like or reblog this post if you donât mind RPing with a fandomless OC multimuse! And since all of my blogs up until now have been FE, I should mention that I do have a Fire Emblem Verse!
Markku out <3
Lionel blinks and stares at Opal curiously as she leads him to a more secluded area. Was sheâŠ. being seriousâŠ?
Her sudden demand had his face explode into a red flush, and he finds himself unable to speak for a brief moment. He can pretty much imagine that she has one thing in mind, and dear gods he might actually die if he allows her to do it.
âA-ahâŠ..â He stammers, suddenly a lot more bashful than earlier. âYâŠ. Iâm not sureâŠâ
âOh...?â
Where did that forwardness disappear to? Was he... not taking her seriously before? How quaint... a smirk draped over the Heroâs face as she moved, pressing her body gently against his, a hand trailing softly over the manâs chest.
âEmbarrassed, Lionel? I understand... but itâs only me. No one will see us...â She moves, a finger hooking into his trousers as she leans forward, dragging her tongue softly over an exposed part of his chest.
âI wonât mind if you say no, or that you arenât comfortable with it... and both of us know this wonât be the last opportunity. Still, arenât you even a little excited after our kisses? I can help soothe that...â
Lionel hums softly, as if he was debating on letting her go through with her plans or not. In reality, there was no debate. He fixes Opal with a devious smirk and tilts his head.
âReally? Whadya have in mind?â He replies cheekily, hand moving away from her face and gripping her hips gently. Gods knew that if it was anyone else he would have stoppedâmaybe apologized as well. But with Opal⊠well, she had told him not to apologize. And she certainly wasnât opposed to doing such things with him. Maybe he was just curious to see what she would do.
Blinking as sheâs suddenly gripped at her hips, Opal raises a curious eyebrow. How forward of him... she loved it. He was definitely getting special treatment...
A few turns of her head had her spot a nice, secluded alleyway. Quickly, Opal gripped Lionelâs top, and, barring any interference from the man himself, took him along with her into the shadows. This would work nicely... no one would interrupt them here.
And so, Opal regarded Lionel with a curious look, trailing a finger down her bottom lip and giving a smirk. âPants off. Now.â
Lionel moans softly and nudges Opal forward and gently pins her against the wall. He was⊠enjoying himself. And he was pleased to see she was enjoying herself as well. He pulls back with a chuckle, only inches away from her lips before he decides to close the distance once more.
Slowly one hand drifts downwards, and before he could really register it he had grabbed onto her rear and given a gentle squeezeâŠ.
Which, surprisingly does bring him back to his senses.
Lionel pulls back slowly with a huff and smiles gently, bringing the hand on her rear up to cup her face. âDid that make up fer itâŠ?â
The raven-haired woman canât help but let out soft moans as Lionel takes his actions to the next level, her body pressing close against him as she continues to revel in his touch. Once the kiss had been broken the second time, Opal kept her eyes closed for a few moments, letting the experience wash over her before she captured his gaze once more.
â... Yeah, definitely. I think you gave me just a bit more than I gave you...â Smiling wickedly, Opalâs hands reached down and hooked into the berserkerâs pants, pulling their lower bodies close together. âIâll have to reward you suitably...â
âEh. Donât worry âbout it. Itâs not the fightinâ sheâs upset about.â He chuckles and shakes his head. âSheâs jusâ worried âbout my wellbeinâ. So itâs like⊠somethinâ she does outta love, haha!â
âWell Iâm glad you could at least understand that part..â
Lionel perks up and looks at the door, startled by the new voice present. He soon smiles and shrugs, although the âmystery personâ on the other side wouldnât be able to see.
âYa can come in, Rosie. Opalâs not gonna bitecha,â
Thereâs a huff, followed by the knob turning and the door slowly entering. Sheâs average height, clothed almost entirely in pink, and has a stern frown akin to a scolding mother. She walks over to Lionel, examining him with an eyebrow raised before sticking her finger into his cheek.
Which, of course, has him hiss in pain.
âSo you did go this far. I thought they were kidding.â She moves her hand away, now placing both on her hips. âLionel, I really wish you would be more careful in these sort of things..â
She pouts when he grins at her, prompting her to stick her finger in his cheek again. âIâm serious! Every time I hear youâve sent yourself to the medical ward I get worried sick! Youâre always doing things so recklessly and it never ceases to have me a nervous wreck!â
âWait, wait, wait...â Opal says, a sigh leaving her as she very carefully gets back to her feet. There are a few hisses of pain before sheâs able to stand, and she steps towards the woman rather gingerly.
âDonât get all mad and ticked at him... I know you care, but he doesnât deserve it.â she murmurs, grasping the otherâs shoulder to balance herself before placing a hand on the nobleâs chest to push her back a bit. âIf youâre gonna get mad at someone... get mad at me for beating his ass so badly. Even if it did end up being a tie.â
Groaning as she steps in between Lionel and the woman, Opal weakly extends her hand now. âWe havenât met before. My nameâs Opal Reim. I know he protects you or whatever... so Iâm sorry for whatever inconvenience I caused. And if I were you, Iâd accept that apology. I donât give them out often.â
Harley looks up at her words now, looking over the thinning forest as a town starts to appear. She was quite correct. For now, he should find some place to settle down, letting Opal do her own thing. She might spend the night with him, might not. He wouldnât force her into anythingâŠ
With a sigh, he takes them to an inn now, sliding off of his horse and offering her a hand.
âWell, my lady. Iâll let you decide what you wish to do. You could always spend the night with me or⊠go on your own way. Sometimes itâs easiest to get away from those you feel you share similar traits with. I donât know.â he shrugs âbut donât feel obligated to stay.â
Opal watches him for a few moments, taking his hand and sliding off of his horse. The courtesy was something she appreciated... and so she gave him a quick squeeze of his hand before glancing to the side. She could easily just leave and find out exactly what she needed to do...
But he was something she needed... and she knew it. Opal moved towards the inn, pulling him with her. âIâm not obligated. I need this... and hopefully you do too.â
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âThatâs me.â
âHeâs gonna make those faces all the damn time when heâs around me.â
