Orphaned.

❝ and everyone i love has slipped through my fingers like sand ❞ Tracking #Orpahni

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&&. Royalties

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♔ ;; ( madkingtrashking ):

That snaps Gangrel out his little ‘zooning out’ moment when the future princess asked him that. “Why you are asking me that?” He turns to face her, his weight resting on one of his leg making his hips getting tittled on its characteristic way and on of his hands lands on his chest. “I mean, with so many other better candidates, why you are asking ME this?”

                    "Because I cannot ask my father.”

          This answer is simple. She doesn’t remind him of his curious dethroned status that made him far more interesting than the others. Chrom was still more a prince than a proper ruler. Arms resting by her side and she only shifts from him slightly. Eyes quick to avoid his.

                    “And I know so little about you.”

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♔ ;; ( dignumrex ):

“Lucina ! It’s so good the see you again !” he exclaimed, his sudden urge to hug her only held back by sheer force of habit. A subtle curtsy and his warmest smile would have to do. “Err, what news are we talking about ? It’s been some time since we last talked.”

           His warmest smile will not do. She had missed him terribly. A silent vow to visit more often. Gentle is her hug. Arms wrapped around his torso. One, maybe two breaths she will linger before withdrawing. Blue locks tucked behind her ear as her composure is regained. 

                    “I apologize for that. But I heard, you are to be married, yes?”

          She’s beaming at him. Don’t let her down.

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@dignumrex

                    “I heard the news.”

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ＤＥＡＴＨ  doesn’t  discriminate                                    Between  the  { S I N N E R S }              And  the  { S A I N T S }

                                   It  takes  and  it  takes  and  it  T A K E S 

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do NOT touch my family I will rip you apart with my bare hands and damn the consequences

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♔ ;; ( arrowbound ):

Aw, poor thing. It’s almost cute, why.. in a disgust ridden way, of course! Can’t even look at him, huh? Pity. Just when he was beginning to somewhat appreciate every little twist and flicker of emotions ( fickle little things they always are ) like a poor little blue butterfly’s scathed and half beating wings dusting milady’s all too fair cheeks. Hmph.

As all pointless drawl, he finds little to some unsatisfying point ( and an even sadder end ) to this small talk. Such a charade. While he can think up a most delicious assembly, a filth ridden dance forever poised at the tip of his silver dipped tongue mastered in array of ways simply to make her cringe, he shan’t admit such a turn in their particular little ‘conversation’ of sorts has him at a loss.

Sigh.

❛ — Most others would have given up by now, you know. What’s the matter? No friends? Perhaps severely underhanding all those beneath you isn’t the most tasteful way to gain favor. Who needs to be on the front lines when I can simply ram it in from behind~? Not all of us derive pleasure from simply waving our bare naked weapon about. ❜

                    “It would suit you to mind your tongue.”

          These words fall too harsh. A mistake. And so quickly she is withdrawing again. Clenching fists at her side as she hushes bitter thoughts. Royalty or not, having the tongue of a prince’s retainer would not bode well for alliances. If they did not know how to control her underlings it was something she should take up with the prince; not his lowly help. 

          Blue locks are swept behind her ear. Eyes finding the courage to meet his again, though they’re clouded with exasperation. She had to keep in mind he didn’t know any better; the streets he grew up in would always taint his mouth.

                    “Regardless, I’ll just ask your liege later. Though, if we are to be allies you are going to need to learn and trust those around you.”

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♔ ;; ( @badcrowmance )

                    “A ranger, huh? I thought rangers mainly worked in the forest- what are you doing in Ylisse?”

[acieral]

I DREAM of being strong enough to protect the realm you                         loved. 

                                                                                          And I swear I will.

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♔ ;; ( survivalvow ):

          “ at least your death won’t end up in extinction of an entire species. wait— what? why’re ya talking about death anyways?  no one’s dying here, right? ”   

                    “I apologize- that was insensitive of me. I was getting so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even bother to contemplate how it would effect you. But it is scary, nonetheless. If we fail this war we’re back at square one.”

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Royal Audience?

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♔ ;; ( tenebrismagica ):

The girl was strangely defensive for Tharja’s taste. it was intriguing and slightly off putting. She was the daughter of Chrom after all, yet her behaviour seemed to differ a lot from his.   Pressing her tome against her chest, Tharja’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the young princess.

    ‘ Our Tactician’s well-being is of my concern…  and you stalking him for a reason other than love seems  too Cryptic for my taste…

                          …Speak… ‘

          Her lips purse; irritation just barely beginning to taint her features. But ill emotions are silenced once again. Lucina’s expression taking on its apathetic default once more. If Tharja was in it for a reaction then she would leave empty handed.

                    “I have already shared all I’m willing to voice. Robin remains unharmed, does he not? If it eases your mind; know that I have no ill intentions for him.”

          Silent words ghost across her lips. A ‘but’ seeming to hang from her statement, but no exception is shared. Though, she’ll have to make sure the next time she ensures that this mystery tactician is to be trusted it is done without Tharja’s supervision. Rumors were dangerous things.

                    “And I was not stalking. Merely observing.”

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♔ ;; ( strategiia ):

Breath catches. Perhaps there’s a small, logical part of her that knows the other’s words to be true, yet there’s a stronger part of her that shoulders the burden of guilt, letting it press onto her ‘til Robin fears she might shatter.

“She may have chosen that path, yes…but I’m the one who made her choose in the first place.” Fists curl at her sides as she glances away, lips curving into a frown. “Gods…I should’ve been able to do something.” 

          The guilt is something she is far too familiar with. They were both one in the same. Sure, her mother was responsible for planning the events, but Lucina should’ve been able to guide her. To assist the Shepherds into making decisions to keep everyone safe. Perhaps failing was just inherited fault.

                    “There was nothing you could’ve done. Lady Emmeryn knew what she was doing. She knew... She wanted to do what was best. We all should’ve known she would’ve never put herself first. It’s not like her.”

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♔ ;; ( sunstrand ):

    “ They’re not a costume! They’re totally real! Feel ‘em and see for yourself! ”

                    “You wouldn’t mind...?”

          Perhaps it was merely a natural desire to explore the unknown. Especially when the unknown consisted of soft ears and inviting smiles.

                    “I believe your word; you don’t have to allow me to invade your space.”

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♔ ;; ( ncbleheart ):

     “ far too long, i will admit. ”

     a smile had graced her lips, hands clasped together neatly upon the table as she herself took a look out. how it was a gloomy sight, almost bitterly fitting for the kingdom she was birthed to. storms would come days, perhaps even weeks, at a time, but more often than not, it left her with more time to see her family.

     “ i don’t mind, though, not anymore. i’ve grown quite accustomed to this weather. ”

          Quiet is she. Fitting, she would have to agree. Nohr seemed like such a sad country. But it had every right to be, did it not? To be ruled by an unfair king was a dreadful thing. Even Ylisse, though beautiful and thriving now, still felt the bitter aftershocks from her grandfathers rule.

                    “You’ve adjust to traveling in this weather then? I know my armies often avoided marching in the rain. Made the ground too soft, and the horses too restless.”

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♔ ;; ( know-that-i-loved-you ):

When Marth stepped into the light, Emmeryn was startled by what she saw. The color of the young woman’s hair, the clothes she wore, and even the sword at her side… If it wasn’t for her voice and the feminine shape of her face, the Exalt might have sworn she was standing in the presence of the Hero King himself.

“Marth… I see your name was well-chosen,” Emmeryn said with a smile. Turning back to her room, the Exalt retrieved her staff and patted a chair for her guest to sit down on. “But it’s as much a mask as the one you’re wearing on your face, isn’t it? Don’t worry. Come sit down for a while, and you can ask me your questions.”

          The compliment, though perhaps unintended, encourages a smile to Lucina’s face. She had feared that mimicking the hero king had been a mistake. That only fools would humor the idea. And her aunt is no fool; able to see through every defense the young heir put up. She was starting to understand why her father spoke of Emmeryn in such high regards.

                    “They are merely precautions, I’m afraid. When all is said and done I will reveal myself in full. But it’s too early to say, and I apologize for that.”

          Her words come soft, but with a tone of finality. The choice to unveil herself would be on her terms only. And only when it was safe. Not a moment sooner. But she’ll take the seat offered while cobalt eyes eagerly memorize each and every detail of the exalt’s face.

                    “May I ask about your childhood. Growing up in the castle?”

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( Punk Ass ):

“Make me.”

                    “Are you sure you want those to be your last words...?”

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♔ ;; ( @survivalvow​ )

                    “I’m so afraid of the moment when you know you’re going to die.”

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Royal Audience?

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♔ ;; ( tenebrismagica ):

As the young girl turns around and backs away, Tharja shakes her head     Was she ever like that? She couldn’t remember. She was not done speaking to the Princess, and since it involved Robin, the Sorceress felt curiosity on the matter

             ‘It is difficult to tell… After all, you show even less emotions than a Risen

What is it that you need from him?’

                    “It doesn’t concern you. Should the need arise for me to share my reasons, then you will be among the first to hear.”

          Lies come too easily now. Tharja was far from an individual trusted. And while the heiress was sure the other would find her own ways of acquiring such information Lucina will not seek her out. Only those she trusted were deserving. 

                    “Did you have business with me? Beyond the interrogation, I mean.”