A Steadfast Youth

TBA Independent and Semi-Selective RP Blog for Charlotte's Fankid from FE: Fates Written By: Tusk

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Send me the emoticon and my muse will react to your muse:

(or the other way around - tell me!)

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

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[Lady Elodie]:

“A break, certainly.”

She tapped her finger to his chin as she stared at the blonde. It was rather odd to see herself act in such a way. Usually she kept from everybody except her liege. Elodie took a step forward, violet eyes studying the male for a moment before she gave a gentle nod.

“Would you like to spar, Geoffrey?”

     “You mean to spar with me right now?” Perhaps the blonde had been reading the fellow retainer wrong. Geoffrey had always assumed than more times than not, Elodie would have chosen her blend of tea and one of her many tomes on hand as supposed to getting all dirty and sweat. At least from a surface viewpoint in his mind.  Still Geoffrey had little reason not indulge the young woman on her request. 

     “Well, if you seek out a practice session, I’ll be happy to oblige. Just don’t set me off like a match out there. Flesh and fire aren’t a good combination..”

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[ Lady Brynja ]:

     brynja sighed, watching his form. the young man’s build was always so perfect. it was purely nohrian, so much different from her own. they both used similar weapons, although her weapons were both lances and naginata, the style a mix of nohrian and hoshidan.        “ we could spar together sometime, geoffrey. “ she offered. 

     Seems the young cavalier wasn’t alone while he was refining his form. A voice called out to him bringing back to reality. Enough to stave away from such self critical thoughts in the meantime. With that breath leaving him. He worked to keep a relaxed look on his face in the meanwhile as he turned to the young woman. A proposition of a sparring partner? Well he had no reason to oppose something like that. It was an opportunity for both to leave with valuable knowledge. A win win situation for both parties involved. Geoffrey put on a calm and reserved face to get his mood (or at least his appearance) up to speed.

     “Sparring together? I can certainly get behind that if you so desire, Lady Brynja.” Geoffrey would be lying if he wasn’t the least bit interested in gaining some more insight on how she handled herself in engagements. “I must warn you that I’ll be give you a run for your coin if you aren’t prepared.” Words that were laced in playful intentions more than anything else.

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[Elodie]:

“Practice not agreeing with you, hm?”

Elodie called from where she had finished her work with her tomes. Violet eyes drifted over to her fellow retainer, a smug grin playing at her lips. No, she usually wasn’t one to call out others for their mistakes, but she found it so odd to see him in such a state. Especially when they were needed at top form for Lady Amorette.

“Having trouble?”

Seems he had himself an audience member down by the sparring grounds. Lady Elodie dropping by announcing her presence that seemed to be a accompanied by a haughty look that tug to her the corner of her lips. Did she perhaps see what had taken place? Regardless the breath he took was good as time as any regain control of his train of thought and the direction of the conversation. He quirked his brow facing her.

“Nothing that a break can alleviate, Lady Elodie.” With a simple shrug as he holstered the mace back on his person.

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His mind haunted him. This wasn’t your best. How could be so sloppy with your execution. This wasn’t befitting of what he was capable of at his best. When it came to competition. Other cavaliers weren’t on considered on the spectrum of his top competitors. That mantle itself was reserved for himself. He always sought out self improvement. He equated it as a competition against himself to test of how resilient his will was. A frustrated sigh escaped him as it was a good as time to end practice for today.

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                                       outside the dawn is breaking                                         on the stage that holds our final destiny

                                      the show must go on

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😱 For someone my muse fears

Relation Headcanons

Abandonment. Which is often a recurring them among some of the children of the Deeprealms. Its cause of that seeded fear that Geoffrey has such a conflicted and uneasy feeling about Charlotte. Yet there was no malice in his mother’s intentions. He often fears of being vulnerable to a person. It’s something that damages his pride and goes back to the person he establishes of being amicable and charismatic person as a mask to cover showing his weakness to others. Its why his relationships with others never evolve because of him never consummating said relationship. In fear losing said person if they saw what he was deep down. A lonely emotional man with issues.

[rpmemesalot]

Relation Headcanons

😃 For a general headcanon of our muses 🙇 For someone my muse feels regrets towards 😍 For someone my muse loves romantically 😥 For someone my muse finds annoying 😱 For someone my muse fears 😡 For someone my muse feels attracted towards, but dislikes 👩For someone my muse has familial feelings of any kinds towards 😶 For how I think our muses would get along if they haven’t interacted yet 😵 For an AU with our muses (- n -) For something my muse dislikes about yours 😳 For something my muse likes about yours 😘 For what our muses would be like in a romantic relationship (►˛◄) For what our muses would be like if they were enemies

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@fatedforglcry C Rank Up Thread

“I don’t think it would be too much of an issue to head into town, Milady..” The young cavalier was finishing the remaining food that was on his plate in the mess hall. He looked up with the Nohrian Princess arrived. He figured he converse with his liege during his town time. Since he could gauge while this relationship between them wasn’t so rigid compared to others he has seen. So Geoffrey could afford to loosen up on his dialect even if it wasn’t by much in the grand scale of things.

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🎭 Masquerade Ball Starters 🎭

“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?” “Do I…know you?” “Have we met before?” “Are you sure I don’t know you?” “Your eyes are absolutely captivating.” “I don’t think we’ve met yet.” “May I have this dance?” “You look positively enchanting this evening.” “I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.” “These skirts make it so hard to move.” “Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.” “You look quite ravishing in that dress.” “You look quite handsome in that suit.” “Can I see your face?” “I don’t think you want to see my face.” “My God, you could fit an entire circus under her pannier. How’d she even fit through the door?” “Champagne?” “My feet are killing me.” “I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.” “I feel like I’m rubbing elbows with the queen right now.” “Care to sneak away with me? I doubt we will be missed.” “Can you guess who I am under here?” “I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.” “I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?” “Do you know who I am?” “Do you know who she is?” “Do you know who he is?” “You’re very light on your feet.” “Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.” “I’m a terrible dancer.” “Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!” “No one’s asked me to dance all night…” “I feel like I’m in a dream!” “Can we please go home? This is torture.” “How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?” “I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.” “You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.” “Can I cut in?” “I have to go.” “I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!” “Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”

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@kinxperfection

“Would you care for an apple, Caeldori?” He raised one that was in his left hand while he was riding his horse beside her. It was a good excuse as any to start a conversation with the young woman while they road their horse back to camp. One who is seemingly perfect in what she sets out to accomplish. In some respects, Geoffrey can relate to the improvement of one’s self. But his interest in her was hooked from hearing of her talents from the grape vine. He wondered if she was perfect as she was. Must be downright exhausting to have such a rigid label.

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@of-invisible-ties (Xander)

“Was there something you wanted to discuss with me?” When it came to Xander, Geoffrey couldn’t help but keep his posture straight. He could never quite put how he was able to command such a presence on the young blonde. Though being born into the line of royalty was all the more pressure on him. If there was one thing he got from the Crown Prince of Nohr it was his determined look.

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Good morning everyone! I just spruced up the support page. Those who wish to be set under Geoffrey’s support tree. Please like the post. I am going to grab breakfast and then get to replies.

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nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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fatedforglcry:

The troubadour held onto her retainer’s arm, looking out among the they had just left. She gave his arm a gentle squeeze, looking up at the male before her gaze darted away.

“I do. Though, I’m not very tired…”

Amorette rested her head against his arm, thinking on what else she could say. If anything. She wanted desperately to get away from the party. Away from the nobles always clamoring for her praise and affections. She looked back up at Geoffrey and forced a smile.

“Can we go?”

“Right away, Milady.” With that he nodded as he walked away from the party and ventured with the young woman to the courtyard on the way back to her quarters. Noting that she wasn’t exhausted. Though she probably would grow impatient from being surrounded by the nobles hounding her for goodwill and affections. Perhaps Geoffrey was jaded. Often defaulting to thinking that a majority of nobles often have ill intentions behind their sickly sweet smile. Then again. He wasn’t any different from having a facade to illicit a public opinion of him.

“I’m pleased to see that you had a good time. Milady.” He was being frank. He had to give Amorette some credit for the evening. Geoffrey knew it took quite a bit from the princess considerable she wasn’t the most sociable person when compared to him.

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fatedforglcry:

“How can I not? When I’m with you, everyone else disappears.”

She tried to sound as platonic as possible. Anything else might just make things odd, wouldn’t it? If she had the courage she would always act this way. Like herself. The twirl brought a brighter smile to her face before she returns her hold to the taller male. She had no further words that can be said. No rebuttal. No quick remark. She merely enjoyed the moments she had with the Geoffrey as she often did. In silence.

     Following his liege in suit. He too enjoyed the silence and let the music and atmosphere take over ruminating the mood for them both. It was a rather good way to end the evening if he said so himself. He got be entertained while also bringing his liege’s spirits into higher spirits. Hopefully this progressive pace would help Amorette open up at the very least with someone she considers trustworthy. At least with her retainer anyway.

     Sometime later, Geoffrey took her hand and gently guided her away from the crowds to somewhere more open. Such as outside the foyer of where the party was taking place. He looked to her with his brows quirked as he offered his arm to hold.

     “Do you wish to return to your quarters now, Milady? I can give the word that you were exhausted from the festivities.”

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fatedforglcry:

“Oh, yes of course. Such events are meant to be fun, right?”

Amorette giggled, placing her hand on his shoulder tentatively. She’s always found herself more comfortable with him. Perhaps because he knows of her own facade to please her mother. Perhaps because she feels he truly cares for her. Whatever the reason, she knows that she takes comfort in his presence.

Another sigh as she followed his movements. Still happy in nature. Relaxed even. That in itself is rare for the princess. A calm feeling. Trust. Heterochromic eyes looked up at him and she smiled gently. How long had it been since she’d gotten to have fun at one of these functions?

    “Right! Look at you already getting into mood. I knew deep down you enjoyed this.” A light tease on the young man’s part. He knew the game’s of maintaining a facade more than anyone else so on that front there was some semblance of a connection. Though the male probably wouldn’t bear anyone of his burdens to anyone. The mask of pride of was shield tight. He found it easier to focus his attention away from him more times than not. Geoffrey in turn raised her arm gently to twirl the princess in quick succession before return his hand back to her waist.