the divine songstress

[primabsoluta]

step by step

closed starter for @prhyst

The monastery is abuzz with excitement, the students eagerly preparing for the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. Manuela has already ordered in extra bandages, potions and juice boxes for the inevitable scrapes and bruises that come along with it. Precautions are always taken of course to keep all injuries minimal - it’s a mock battle not a duel to the death. Usually she enjoys the enthusiasm, the looks of glee on her students faces and doesn’t mind patching them up after. It’s what she’s here for, after all.

“Oh for crying out loud!”

She takes two steps outside and ends up with her leg stuck in a hole, dug by an over enthusiastic student. Hopefully. She really can’t imagine Seteth taking the time to booby trap the entire academy, not unless Flayn was in grave danger. Then no stone would be unturned.

It seems as though she’s grabbed the attention of a familiar redhaired man, a fact which brings a flush to her cheeks. He didn’t hear that, did he?

Manuela tries to yank herself free whilst avoiding placing her hands on the ground. The students seem to have outdone themselves this year, much to her chagrin. Goddess, there were bear traps strewn about! Someone ought to clean this up before the infirmary was filled up a fortnight early. Digging her foot into the soil, she leans back to pull herself free.

Unceremoniously, she lands on her backside. What Rhys must think of her by now is something she can’t bear to think on right now. Instead she focuses her attentions elsewhere - as flighty as she is, she truly does care about the students here. Wants to keep them safe, healthy and whole.

“This is going to be a nightmare to clear up, isn’t it?” Her shoulders sag as she sighs. This is not how she anticipated spending her weekend but walking away is not an option. If someone was seriously hurt, it would be on her conscience.

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bedside manner

prhyst​:​

Manuela seemed just as prone to looking feverish as he was- although that didn’t seem right. She was used to making people stammer and stumble, right? Rhys had heard she was a songstress, and in his eyes she could’ve just walked off the stage, candles illuminating a hall just filled with her song.

She would probably appreciate tossed flowers rather than flying towels and bandages though. Manuela sent a stack tumbling to the ground and Rhys laughed softly, hoping it came off as endeared and amused at the both of them and not that he was laughing at her.

“Oh, uh, either’s great.” Rhys made eye contact with her when she gave him a sheepish look. He didn’t seem able to look away for the rest of the conversation. “I don’t go out into town much but I bet we’d have a nice time staying around here.” She wasn’t tidy? Rhys shook his head. “It’s okay, I lived with a bunch of mercenaries. I doubt your room is worse than Boyd’s or anyone else’s, really.” One of Rhys’s incentives to keep his own room clean was the amount of time he spent in it.

She cooked too? Rhys’s heart fluttered, stop that, and he thought. “Well… I’m really not picky. That’s not very helpful, I know, but anything cooked right and seasoned is great for me. I guess whatever’s your favorite?”

It’s admittedly rather difficult picturing him as a mercenary. He’s too polite, serene and humble - most of the mercenaries she’s met are more boorish than she is. Wolf whistles and crude observations tend to spill from their mouths even whilst sober. Even the better ones, like Captain Jeralt and Byleth are far rougher around the edges than the man before her. She finds herseld wanting desperately to impress him, wondering what she can cook up to really knock his socks off.

As they put away the last of the bandages, she has an idea. It will take a little time to prepare, but she should be able to get things ready by this evening. If she gets to work quickly. 

“Thank you so much for helping me tidy this place up,” Manuela gushes, gently guiding Rhys towards the door. She prays he does not take this the wrong way and decides to turn up the charm to make sure she has him hook line and sinker. “Now, I believe I have a dinner to prepare. Shall we say eight o’ clock?” Manuela opens the door for him and shoots Rhys a coquettish, playful wink before rushing to her desk to scribble down her shopping list.

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Manuela hums to herself as she splashes a little red wine into the pan. The meat is braised and tender, the carrots and vegetables softening and the pastry ready. A few little tweaks to the filling and some cheese and she could give the pie one last broil before her guest arrived. Spooning a little of the sauce out of the pan she gives it a taste for seasoning. Her chest puffs out with pride, she’d really outdone herself this time.

She slides it into the oven, beneath the broiler and turns the heat down to let things simmer. Before company arrives, she takes a moment to change into a fresh outfit, picking out a short burgundy number. Too much or just right? Looking like she made an effort is imperative but she doesn’t want to seem too desperate, too needy. Time runs out before she can decide.

There’s a knock at the door, and Manuela rushes to welcome Rhys like an eager puppy. 

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The Rivers and the Lakes That You’re Used To

ladyleonster​:

Any melancholic feelings of loss and loneliness are quickly shoved aside the moment Manuela mentions their next task. Ethlyn practically leaps to her feet in her excitement. She is absolutely ready. She’s been ready for this since the moment her eyes saw it on her list of assignments.

“Oh, I’m ready!” Ethlyn’s voice is clear and confident. This is such an awesome idea. She can’t believe she’s never even thought of doing something like this before. “Ha! I bet Sigurd hasn’t done anything this exciting on any of his little assigned dates!”

Manuela drops her glass to the floor, letting it roll over the greenery as she stretches out languidly. She stands to her feet, not quite as excitable as dear Ethlyn although she is looking forward to the task. The thrill of falling, flying through the air and into a crisp pool of water. It was certainly more exciting than rearranging bandages and health poultices in the infirmary.

They stand at the precipice, the rock damp and slippery beneath her feet. Her heels have been discarded somewhere around here. She’ll find them later, she supposes.

Water streams and surges forward, crashing over the edge and into the cerulean lake below. From way up here, it looks instead like a gemstone, brilliant and gleaming in the sunlight. Manuela longs to dive into the turquoise depths, divine and glittering as they are.

“Shall we count down from three?” Her hand finds Ethlyn’s, squeezing tight. It’s a long way down and whilst her legs quake mostly with excitement she cannot ignore the slight sting of nervousness in her stomach. She welcomes it with open arms, a familiar old friend that paid her a visit and wished her well every time she performed on stage. It is time to take a leap of faith. “Three... two... one!”

The ground leaves her in the sky’s embrace.

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dancing with the stars

ulirblood​:

“it’s lovely to finally meet you, manuela.” edain bows her head in something of a polite greeting, letting manuela take her hand. she almost expects the woman to bring her hand up to her lips like a storybook prince with how gentle the action is.

well that was just silly to think about. edain wasn’t a young maiden looking for affection like that. she was far from it, actually.

“oh, i don’t have any desire to be the belle of the ball. i think i’m well past that.” she says with a quiet chuckle, tinged with a melancholy that she herself doesn’t notice. she did want to get to know manuela more; that was the spirit of the event after all! her gift for the woman, obtained only a few hours ago, could wait.

“perhaps we can simply just dance together without any pretense to it?” she hadn’t danced in quite a long time, but she imagined she still had enough of a muscle memory not to embarrass herself.

Edain’s modesty shone through, and whilst normally Manuela would respect it, she couldn’t help but bristle at ‘well past that’. If Edain was past it, wasn’t she one foot in the grave already?

“Nonsense, darling. A woman is never past it if she can still find the will to dance,” as if on cue she twirled for her colleague, a grin on her face. She notices though, the despondent tone in Edain’s voice, the rueful look on her face. It stirs her sympathies and she decides to dial it down a notch. Perhaps Edain would prefer to simply indulge in the joy of music and dance. An honourable pursuit. If she was younger, like Edain, maybe her own focus would be simply be enjoying the arts, rather than looking for love and companionship. Regardless, forcing Edain to follow her way of thinking would do little to encourage a blossoming friendship between them. They were both grown women who could share  the passion of dancing and artistry between them  “If you simply wish to dance though, I’d be happy to help. Would you like me to lead?”

Manuela takes Edain’s hand in hers gently and begins to hum an achingly familiar melody. She adjusts her posture and stance, taking the first position of a very common waltz. Their eyes meet and she tries to smile encouragingly.

“I’ll provide the accompaniment. Follow my steps, it’s a simple four beat but we can go as slowly as you need.”

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bedside manner

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She couldn’t help but titter and giggle as he dropped the bandages, face flushed a rather fetching shade of pink. He looked straight at her, and she felt her own visage darkening, passing through rose and rushing into crimson. Manuela had to resist the urge to pinch herself, everything felt like a dream. A handsome, sweet man in the infirmary with her and he hadn’t run away screaming yet.

She chuckled lightly. Of course dinner and drinks wasn’t too much, the more time spent with him the better.

“Lovely! Would you prefer to hit the town or stay in?” Manuela asked, taking a stack of bandages herself. She folded the corners in and... it popped out suddenly on the floor. Not even straight like a sheet but instead, a crumpled heap. Manuela sighed deeply, bending at the waist to pick it up. Biting her lip, she shot him a sheepish look. “Tidying has never been my forte. Quite the opposite,” Manuela confessed, remembering just how many times dates had ran from her quarters, screaming about how disgusting a mess it was. Perhaps inviting him to her room was a terrible idea, a swift execution to their budding friendship. “Thankfully I’m a much better cook at least. Hmm, what kind of food do you like?”

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[primabsoluta]

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring?

💍 = Big or small wedding?

If asked, she'd say diamonds and rubies! Diamonds are, after all, a woman's best friend and rubies just suit her, right? The truth is though that, for love; real, true, heart melting love that Manuela doesn't really care. She doesn't need a big, flashy rock on her finger. It could be carved out of wood and she'd still make it very visible to everyone, as a symbol of their love.

If they could afford to pick out something, I think she'd actually prefer something more understated anyway. Manuela is a very fashionable woman, but she can change her wardrobe with the seasons. An engagement or wedding ring is something she hopes to wear for the rest of her life. She'd prefer something sleek, elegant and timeless.

In terms of her wedding, I think she'd go big. Not necessarily extravagant and overly expensive. She'd like some luxuries if she and her partner can afford it but it's about them and their love, not impressing anyone else. The reason she'd want a large wedding is so that she could invite all her students and colleagues, past and present, and share in the joy of the occasion. Manuela's very sociable and friendly and she genuinely wants to share her happiness with others. Of course, this would be subject to discussion and potentially compromise with her partner. If they were shy or less comfortable, they could cut numbers down to a level they're both comfortable with but given free reign? She's inviting pretty much everyone she's ever met.

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The Rivers and the Lakes That You’re Used To

ladyleonster​:

Ethlyn laughs and holds up her still mostly full glass. “Cheers to that. With any luck, that’ll be how I spend my morning tomorrow!”

She takes the bottle and empties the rest of it into Manuela’s glass. Dumping a woman on this particular holiday? Oof. Talk about shitty. Ethlyn would make a comment that the professor could use some better taste in partners but no one actually wants to hear that.

“This is my first year spending this day alone in quite a while. I’m actually pretty glad the school came up with these activities. I imagine it’s difficult to wallow while you’re leaping off a waterfall!”

As if reading her mind, Ethlyn fills Manuela’s glass before she even has the opportunity to ask. She inclines her head politely in thanks, taking another deep sip. Today it felt so different to drinking alone in the infirmary. More fresh and free, like the wind rippling through her hair. The view was picturesque, the weather delightful and the company genuinely enjoyable.

She had been wary about signing up for “etiquette training”, expecting a lecture on grace and decorum from Seteth. This however, was thoroughly pleasant and the perfect opportunity to get to know some of her newer colleagues. One thing she had to say is that there was never a boring day at Garreg Mach, something she had worried about before leaving the opera. There were boring people of course but her day to day life was never the same. It kept her on her toes, feeling fresh and youthful.

“Ha! You and me both!” Manuela laughed loudly, from deep within her belly. Ethlyn was turning out to be a woman by her own heart. It was so easy to forget today’s holiday, instead imagining herself free and fancy in the Imperial capital. Taking a day off with her girlfriends and living hte high life. She hums cheerfully to herself, thinking about Ethlyn’s comment. Her first alone in a while stirred and tugged at Manuela’s heartstrings. She hoped that the rose haired woman simply meant she’d dropped some worthless baggage, a partner not worth her time and energy. There’s a note of wistful melancholy that Manuela can’t ignore though - she isn’t about to pry or force it out of her, but Ethlyn’s loss feels visceral. The least she can do is try and cheer her up! She nudged Ethlyn in the side gently with her elbow, a mischievous grin on her face. “Well, I’d hardly say you’re alone today. We are two beautiful, glorious women who can celebrate ourselves, don;t you think?”

Leaning over Ethlyn’s lap, Manuela grabs a handful of cheese cubes and pops them in her mouth. Delicious, and she didn’t even have to worry about it affecting her breath. Being single was wonderful!

“Almost done?” She stretched her arms languidly behind her. They still had a little more meat left and it would be a waste to leave it. Her attention however was drawn to the clear, cool spring water crashing down into the lake. 

“Ready to take a dip whenever you are, darling.”

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💅🏻 = Does your muse always try to look their best around their partner, or are they comfortable wearing anything around them?

Manuela always puts her all into her appearance. It's one of the few things she feels she has going for her. Besides that she likes fashion, artistic expression and being glamourous.

I think it would take a lot for her to feel comfortable just wandering around in her pyjamas without make up around a romantic partner. Not impossible, but it would take time and a lot of reassurance that they still love her and think she's beautiful no matter what. Without that she's going to try her best to minimise the time she's seen at "less than her best".

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♡ 💞

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date?

Absolutely! Manuela abhors people who abuse their power over others. She has no time for bullies, at all. Ever. She's especially protective of her students so anyone who puts them at risk is a big no-no. That said she does have a terrible habit of going for people who aren't good for her, feeling that's all she really deserves or can hope for. Still, she 100% will not tolerate anyone who is cruel to her friends, family or students. Even if her standards for herself are lower.

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates? answered here!

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💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates?

Not really, no. She's not even sure she wants to, although she can't deny she loves the theatrics of it. I think Manuela thinks the idea of soulmates is probably better left to the stage though.

Part of it is the fear there's no one out there for her, yes, but I think it's deeper than that. She's seen real, deep pain and loss in the world. How would one recover from that if soulmates were real? It would be like part of yourself had died, in a way you couldn't heal from. Broken hearts are painful but people do heal over time when surrounded by love and compassion. The world is a much kinder place that way, Manuela thinks.

That's not to say you can't be really good for someone! On their wavelength and help make each other happier and brighter people. When she thinks about it though, she'd hate to leave someone else behind, irrevocably broken. Soulmates are a romantic concept but ultimately very tragic too. They belong in theatres and novels.

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💙 = Does your muse prefer a night out or a night in?

Typically a night out, especially early on in a relationship/when she's getting to know someone. I mean, what if they're a total creep? She needs an escape route. Even worse, what if they see how messy her quarters are and flip. /j

If she was actually settled with someone though, I think she'd prefer the intimate domesticity of nights in. Especially if she gets to cook for her partner - being able to do something so personal for someone really butters her crumpets and makes her feel warm and happy inside. That's not to say she'll never want to go out on the town again, Manuela is the life and soul of a party and has fun singing and dancing the night away. She'll just also appreciate those quiet, sweet nights in with her lover too.

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☆ Headcanon Prompts ☆          Love and Romance

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened. 

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not? 

🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first? 

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts? 

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? 

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with? 

❤️ = Does your muse focus on one person, or do they like to go and date as many people as possible?

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy? 

💙 = Does your muse prefer a night out or a night in? 

💜 = Does your muse date others based on their appearance or personality, or both? 

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date? 

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates? 

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date? 

💗 = Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one? 

💵 = Is money an important factor to consider when dating? Does your muse prefer rich partners? 

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring? 

💍 = Big or small wedding? 

💅🏻 = Does your muse always try to look their best around their partner, or are they comfortable wearing anything around them?

[ladyleonster]

The Rivers and the Lakes That You're Used To

HEART starter for @primabsoluta

The two women had decided on picnicking first. It makes sense. Finish the food before it sits out for too long and the picnickers get too wet. It's a lovely place for a picnic too. The weather is gorgeous and the view from the top of the waterfall is stunning. Ethlyn would probably really enjoy it if she wasn't so dang excited for what they had planned to do after.

She was going to jump right off of that waterfall into the lake below!

But first, the picnic.

They've brought a well stocked basket. A charcuterie spread with cheeses, meats, crackers, and grapes and a bottle of red wine to share. Ethlyn sighs contentedly and stretches out her legs on the picnic blanket.

"So...do they do this every year for Day of Devotion?"

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Manuela clinked her glass with Ethlyn’s and toasted to their blossoming friendship.

The charcuterie spread was delightful and paired perfectly with the wine she had picked out. Ethlyn herself was fine company - bright and charming in equal measure. Pretty and attractive too. What was better than two stunning women, diving into water playfully after a bit of liquid courage? Precious little in the world, she was sure the poets and artists of the world would give their legs for such inspiration.

Oh. That was an interesting question. Manuela flushed scarlet and stared into her wine glass.

“I can’t say. I’ve usually spent the day nursing a hangover.” She grimaced at the confession. The last thing she needed was for Ethlyn to think she was a pathetic drunkard. Unable to keep pace with her younger colleagues. She back tracked. “Ah, I do like a drink but... it’s more that I’ve always had awful luck getting dumped this day. Hmph, who would throw away a catch like me?” Manuela frowned, before remembering that it took more muscles than a smile. It would age her quicker. With a cheeky grin, she turns back to Ethlyn.

“I love my job though! My colleagues, the students too. So I decided to stay single this year and enjoy the other things the day has to offer.” She took another gulp from her glass, polishing it off. There was only a single glass left in the bottle but it would be rude to ask Ethlyn if she could have it. Hm, perhaps she could offer to split it. “I’m very glad I did, too. Cheers, to wonderful company.”

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seteth’s shirtless scene

gricencchos​:

It wasn’t the first time when the Academy’s plans backfired on him. It never stopped being a surprise either.

Seteth more often than not found himself caught on the activities proposed to the students and faculty, because he…technically was faculty, as well. This time it was simply impossible to escape his fate- it was Day of Devotion and many were seeking ways to both destress from the latest mission and to relax before having to focus on the next challenge- the Battle of Eagle and Lion.

Of course, Seteth included. With a list of people he had to interact with and another of tasks he had to perform, the man had nowhere to run. He can’t complain much however- it was a lighthearted event and there’s nothing wrong with simply wishing to form more bonds.

But that also meant sneaky boys would be after Flayn and Seteth wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on them. She was no longer a child, he knew, but…she was his precious sister a-

“Good moooooooorning!”

And so it begins.

Seteth knew he was in for…questionable activities the moment he spotted Professor Casagranda’s name on his list. He sighed, eyebrows shaping a frown and his cheeks flushing a faint pink. “If that is how you wish to call it.”

The combo was simply scandalous. Diving off a cliff and…a hug. The latter wasn’t even the problem in itself- but rather the first. He’d have to wear a swimming suit because diving with his current uniform would be nothing short of disastrous, but the notion of having to expose his body was also…not the most exciting, if anything it made him quite nervous.

“I have hopes that it is not a place too populated. Swimming is a healthy and fun activity that I am fond of, but I am not too interested in being seen by the students.” He got up from his chair, placing pen and paper down, then locking gazes with Manuela’s as a frown appeared on his features once more.

“I also hope that you keep your drinking habits in check for this activity- or rather, for the remaining of the day.”

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Lolling in her seat, Manuela couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Seteth might be splendid eye candy but he was so... stiff. Boring. Dull as dishwater. Constantly determined to be a thorn in her side and ruin all her fun. She found herself pouting in his direction until she spotted the light frosting of pink upon his cheeks.

Ah, so even Seteth wasn’t completely stoic!

“Don’t worry, It’s ten am, I have not been drinking. I will, however, be enjoying a glass of wine during my picnic with Ethlyn. Are you going to insist on chaperoning me to keep my behaviour in check?” Manuela drawled in response, sticking her tongue out cheekily at the archbishop’s assistant. Well, if he was going to treat her as a child she might as well act like one too! Blowing a raspberry, she continued. “It’s actually quite a private spot. I want you all to myself after all!”

Manuela winked at him with a loud, brash laugh. He knew her well enough by now, flaws and all, for her to let her guard down and act as her honest, true self.

She rose to her feet and headed to the door, turning to face him one last time.

“I’m going to change into something more appropriate for the occasion. I’ll meet you outside of the monastery in fifteen. Don’t stand me up Seteth, you’ll break my little heart.”

@gricencchos​ 

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dancing with the stars

H.E.A.R.T. starter for @ulirblood

Ah, what a lovely opportunity to get to know her new colleagues. Aside from Seteth, she hadn’t quite been able to place faces to the names of the women she’d been assigned to. She sets out to find Edain, a fellow faith professor. Frustratingly younger than her but she couldn’t hold that against her. With age came wisdom... or at least better fashion sense. She shudders to think of how she used to dress in her youth.

Oh no. She was beautiful, too. Ethereal and angelic, stepping upon the ground ever so gracefully. Almost as if she was floating. Golden curls caught the sunlight, reflecting a halo around her head. Manuela can’t tell if she wants to be her or be with her.

Well, they’ll be spending the day together anyway.

“Edain, hello! What a pleasure. I’m Manuela, a fellow sister in faith magics.” Manuela is assured in her ability to charm and befriend almost anyone. She takes the younger woman’s hand tenderly, running her thumb gently over the back of her hand. Manuela smiles sweetly meeting the lady’s brown eyes and noticing gorgeous flecks of green. Oh what a lovely flower, Edain is the kind of woman playwrights base their heroines on. The kind of woman opera’s are written about. “You know, I had an esteemed career as a diva at Fodlan’s premier opera company before coming to Garreg Mach! The Ethereal Ball is coming up, would you like a dance lesson?”

“I’m sure with a little practice you’ll be the belle of the ball!”

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Rhys enjoyed his work in the monastery infirmary. It was larger than the space he'd had at the keep, and certainly bigger than his family's tiny house, where the only available bed to spare was his own.

He hummed and worked on folding clean bandages and organizing the cupboards. Sorting in a new shipment of supplies was a bit tedious, but he liked the satisfaction of working and the feeling of clean cloth in his hands.

Rhys turned his head at the sound of footsteps behind him and he smiled, genuine and soft with a light in his eye. "Oh, Manuela. It's nice to see you. This should only take me ten more minutes or so..." he patted a small stack of cloth. "Nice to always have a good supply."

It was the Day of Devotion, wasn't it? "Oh-! And Happy Day of Devotion to you."

Manuela hangs back a moment at the threshold of the infirmary. Was she... dreaming?

How else could she explain a pleasant looking, handsome young gentleman here. Cleaning up the mess she left when she couldn't be bothered to sort through the delivery of new supplies, and all with a smile on his soft, charming face? Be still her beating heart!

He looks towards her, tawny eyes practically sparkling and she really has to worry if she's been drinking too much recently. He smiles at her - gentle and sincere. Manuela thanks the Goddess for everything that brought her here today, and for blessing her with divine colleagues.

"Oh my, thank you so much!" she gushes, finally crossing over the threshold and taking a seat on a cot across from him. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Rhys, isn't it? I'm so thrilled to have such considerate colleagues. You must allow me thank you. Perhaps over dinner or drinks?"

"Happy Day of Devotion to you too!" Sothis thank you for answering this humble woman's prayers!

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seteth’s shirtless scene

H.E.A.R.T. starter for @gricencchos

Manuela had to admit to feeling surprised when she’d received Seteth’s name this fine morning. Surely Mr. Stick in the Mud was above all this? Looking through her options, she crossed off a picnic immediately. A lecture whilst she’s trying to enjoy a nice pinot grigio? No, thank you. Dancing? Hm, maybe. He did seem to have strong, muscular arms under those clothes but likely he’d insist on them leaving room for Sothis.

She sighed deeply, leaning back into her desk chair. How was a girl to have fun with someone so uptight?

“Dive off a waterfall, straight into the rainbows!” Manuela cackled to herself. Well, she could have some fun with this one. Rising to her feet, she strode across the infirmary, crossed the hall and knocked on Seteth’s door.

“Good mooooorning!” Manuela called cheerfully, voice light and giddy. She opened his door, a spring in her step and a bright grin on her face. Which naturally spelled trouble for him. He cuts a striking, handsome figure - one she’d hopefully see more of as the day progressed. A feline smirk decorated her face as she takes the seat across from him. “Let’s go outside for our little date, hm? I know just the place!”