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[noblemother]

Maribelle pauses to put a hand above and below Anthea’s offered hand and formulate her response.

"Your offer is very kind, and I thank you for the consideration, but I was not crying.” Not yet. “And even if I had been, it most certainly wasn’t negative. In fact—wait. ‘With people who care about you’? Anthea, dear, is this your way of affirming our bond? Do you consider us friends?”

[sacrosanctified]

The noble's gloved hands gently clasp her own, and Anthea smiles gently in response as she deftly changes the subject. 

"Of course I consider us friends, Maribelle. You and the rest of the Shepherds are like family to me, and the wellbeing of my family is important to me. If there's something you want to talk about, I'm here to listen."

[ornvat-deactivated20161112]

ᴏʀʜɴᴠᴀᴛs:   Armenian; blessing.

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[eikogoa]

"That being said, it would be of great use if people could notify others of my presence. Thank you."

[ (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ* If you’re a Fire Emblem roleplay blog, could you please reblog this? OCs and tacticians are dandy, too! ]

[noblemother]

Maribelle spins to meet her company with a small, “YEEP—! How…” How embarrassing, how startling, and how quiet she was! Perhaps she could give Kellam a run for his money in the sneaking department. Quickly, the noble wipes all moisture from her eyes and replaces her shocked expression with a polite smile. “How surprising to see you here! I seem to do that from time to time, muttering to myself, don’t I? Haha! Hahaha! Haha… You needn’t pay it any mind. Consider it an odd habit, hmm? Did you need something?”

[sacrosanctified]

"Perhaps I should be the one asking you that. Were you crying, Maribelle? I didn't mean to startle you." Anthea inquires, chagrin apparent in her expression. "Is it something you'd like to talk about? I know we've all been through a lot, and sometimes it's easier if you share it with people who care about you." 

With a small smile, the former tactician reaches out, beckoning to the noblewoman. 

"Anything you tell me will be held in the strictest confidence, I promise." 

[noblemother]

"Now Maribelle, don’t you mist up now. How embarrassing would this be, for someone to come in and see you this way? What would you tell them? ‘I was thinking about how sweet my son is, and I simply couldn’t contain myself’? Don’t you dare…"

[sacrosanctified]

"Maribelle... are you feeling quite alright? Surely, you do realize you're muttering to yourself...?"

[sacrosanctified]

if anyone needs help with french for some reason, i'd love to help! i may not be quite as good as a native speaker, but i've got 15 years of french education under my belt and i'm functionally bilingual.

[swanlings]

DON’T CRY FOR ME YLIIIISSE

[swanlings]

i hate this game so much 

[fatedexalt-blog]

              "Uh——!" Broad shoulders flinched at the familiar tone, instantly looking for some place to hide himself, but to no avail. He could leap into the tall grass, but that would be foolish as the tactician had already spotted him and was currently making a beeline towards him. 

                   Straightening up nervously, he expected another harsh round of scolding when Anthea neared. But to his surprise, she only demanded for him to show his wound, which he hesitantly did so. The nick on his arm wasn’t life threatening, but maybe the amount of blood was a bit alarming. Chrom stood before the woman with an embarrassed look. “I-I thought I was discovering a new method in handling Falchion, but I was sorely mistaken… It’ll never happen again, I’m sorry.”

[sacrosanctified]

Plunging her hand into the pockets of her coat, she retrieved a flask of water, which she immediately unstopped and poured over the wound to clean it and to enable her to properly examine the damage. Much to her relief, the cut was rather shallow -- just a graze. 

"You don't need to apologize." She insisted, "I just wish you would be more careful! Tossing your sword around like that is a recipe for accidental dismemberment." 

Anthea stopped the flask again, returning it to her pocket and exchanging it for a pale blue handkerchief with a small mark of Naga embroidered on it in white thread. Methodically, she folded it into a bandage and tied it around his arm, taking care not to knot it too tightly. 

"There! Much better." 

[mimiblargh]

luci and morgan are my fave kids hhhh

[sacrosanctified]

Berceuse

[solumtaguel]

"Not long," Panne mumbles. Perhaps she feels something, looking at this child, but what is it? It’s sticky-sweet and apprehensive. Stiffly, she inhales and exhales deeply, arms crossed in front of her.

Children… She’s not bad with children. Her brother was a child once.

"What is it like?" She nods towards Lucina. "Parenthood. Having a child."

[sacrosanctified]

Momentarily, her gaze shifts from the taguel to her daughter, then back again. There's something about Panne's demeanor that appeals for reassurance, but above all else, honesty. With a soft sigh, Anthea responds, choosing her words carefully. 

"It's bewildering sometimes. Well, for me, anyway. Chrom's a natural at being a father. I'd be lying if I said I had never felt inadequate or afraid. Being responsible for a new life -- especially one so tiny and fragile, it can be daunting at times. I often wonder if Lucina will be able to think of me as a good mother... all I know for certain is that I will always love her dearly."

[ornvat-deactivated20161112]

hey uh, can you tag your genderbend stuff as #genderbend or something ???? it makes me feel really uncomfortable and it’s everywhere

[sacrosanctified]

i'm finally at endgame: grima and i'm stressing out so bad. anthea's stats are completely maxed out and chrom is almost there and everyone else is lagging a little behind. i don't know whether or not to invest any more time grinding and i'm just. 

(sweats indecisively)

[tannimm]

                    “Shinpi—you may call me Shinpi.” In response to the cursty, he bows to her, one arm curled over his belly and the other across his back. “A pleasure to meet you, Anthea.”

[sacrosanctified]

"Well then, Shinpi, what is it that brings you to the capital?" Anthea offers him a small smile, hoping that her small talk sounds less awkward to his ears than it does to her own. 

[tannimm]

sacrosanctified started following you

[tannimm]

                  “To be noticed by the queen of Ylisse herself—it is an honor, milady. What can I possibly do for you?”

[sacrosanctified]

"Well, you can start by calling me Anthea." She sweeps a curtsy in the manakete's direction. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir...?"

[sacrosanctified]

C Support (Chrom + Anthea)

Chrom: Anthea? May I come in? I was hoping to speak with you --

Anthea: -- Just a moment! (She opens the tent flap) Oh, Chrom, hello! Come right in. Was there something you needed?

Chrom: Well, I was hoping we could discuss our next battle strategy, if you've got the time. 

Anthea: ...I see. 

Chrom: Why are you looking at me like that?

Anthea: Nothing, it's nothing. (Mumbling) It's not like I was expecting anything else...

Chrom: ...Are you upset? Gods above, Anthea, what did I do?

Anthea: No! It's nothing important -- I shouldn't have been expecting a social call from the commander of a militia in the first place. 

Chrom: Is that what this is about? I was just trying to be professional.

Anthea: I know you were. It's just that... for all that we see one another and talk everyday, I still feel as if I barely know you. All we ever do is prepare for the next skirmish together. 

Chrom: I didn't realize... I've been insensitive, I'm sorry. 

Anthea: Gods, this is embarrassing. But I don't just want to be your tactician, Chrom. I want to be your friend as well. 

Chrom: I suppose I have been paying far too much attention to Anthea the tactician, and far too little to Anthea the person. 

Anthea: Well, you can start getting to know her any time you want. 

Chrom: How about now?