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ebb-ene

Alright who did this

metalempire

@flamingarcanine did you do this

sisterhccd-a-blog

@sonoriisms

#&&. ( I HATE THIS GHDFLSJGKFS )#&&. ( I REALLY WISH I DID THIS WOW )#&&. ( I LOVE LAYLA SO MUCH )#♫ ➝ &&. ( HEAR my SONG... )#♫ ➝ &&. ( memories. )

vocamusings-blog

&&. from NOW ON,

my ( sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ) voice…

…will N E V E R stop.

#♫ ➝ &&. ( inner voice. )

floriellet

takumi and layla

#&&. ( TFW SOMEONE ACTUALLY DRAWS LAYLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )#&&. ( I REALLY LIKE THIS DESIGN FUCK )#♫ ➝ &&. ( HEAR my SONG... )#♫ ➝ &&. ( his ARROWS fly TRUE. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( memories. )

mordredbi

but have y’all considered this?

awakenedfates-blog

@sisterhccd Look friend. It’s the OTP we never thought of.

sisterhccd-a-blog

@sonoriisms

#&&. ( I'M SCREAMING LGDFKSJK )#♫ ➝ &&. ( her SMILE shines like the SUN. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( memories. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( I’M HERE AND I’M ARMED WITH REALLY FUCKING CUTE ICONS, )

#&&. ( GOD I LOVE ICON HUNTING FOR LAYLA'S FACECLAIM?? YUKARI IS SO FUCKING CUTE )#&&. ( SLAY ME I'M GAY )#♫ ➝ &&. ( ooc. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( soleil. )

“A little while, I guess. It’s… hard to keep track of time sometimes.” What an understatement that was. “But I’m more than happy to help, especially if it means I can be with my family.”

Gods, even Layla’s smile was precious. Soleil felt a heat rise to her face. She was absolutely taken. “Would you care for a cup of tea together, perhaps?”

♫ ➝ &&. « OH, that sounds WONDERFUL, soleil! » layla accepts graciously, folding her hands over her chest with a light giggle. it was at least a good sign that, even if she’d been a bit fearful of how she’d turn out amidst an army, such wonderfully kind people were willing to accept and even treat her. mentally, the songstress notes that she should actively seek out soleil in their next battle, so that she may assist her in return for such hospitality.

#sisterhccd #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

does layla have a hypothetical child tied to her? :3c because that would be a neat idea

♫ ➝ &&. ( mmMMM SHE DOES NOT BUT THAT IS A NICE THING TO CONSIDER,, I SHOULD DO THAT SOMETIME, )

#&&. ( RLLY I SHOULD HHHEH HEH .. )#sisterhccd #♫ ➝ &&. ( answers. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( ooc. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( prince takumi. )

A shudder ripples through his body as her cool hand comes into contact with his forhead, the rush of cold she gave off feeling something like a relief for the short time she’d placed her hand on him ( he almost forgets to feel defensive as she touches him ).

“I never get sick,” is his only response before he starts taking off some layers of clothes. He removes his gloves, and anything that isn’t his undershirt and pants is removed as well, leaving him in the bare minimum of his uniform ( it did nothing to ease the heat, however ). He simply cast the clothes aside as he sat wherever he could, leaning back on the seat with eye closed ( fever logic tells him he’d feel better if he closed them ).

♫ ➝ &&. SHE returns after some time, carrying several items--a pail, a few vials, and two small cloths that are hung over her forearm--layla hurries to his side and kneels, reaching out again to feel his forehead and furrowing her brows sympathetically. even if she knew he wouldn’t like to be pampered so...it was as if he didn’t realize how serious his own health was.

« PRINCE TAKUMI, please take this, » the songstress urges, passing a vial of water into his clammy hands and proceeding to take the cloths she’d gotten. dipping one into the pail and soaking it, she wrings out the excess water and gently slips it around the back of his neck, and repeats the process for the second, intending for his forehead next. even if she was not a cleric herself, it was clear that she’d had some experience--but, of course, she knew that she would have to notify sakura or elise if it got any worse than this...

#oftakumi #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( soleil. )

“Pretty…”

Soleil muttered as if in a trance, transfixed by the image of the songstress before her. She’d heard there was a beautiful Cyrkensian performer, but she’d never imagined the singer to be so beautiful.

“Ahh, f-forgive me. I was just so lost in your… everything. Yeah, I’m Soleil. Might I ask your name?” She thought she’d heard it somewhere, but she didn’t want to be rude and call her by the wrong name.

♫ ➝ &&. « MY…? » she echoes quietly, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in confusion before she decided to simply leave it be and respond to the inquiry.

« OH, ah, my name is LAYLA, » the songstress chirps with an amiable smile, concluding, « it’s a PLEASURE to meet you, soleil. have you been in lord kamui’s ARMY for long? »

#sisterhccd #&&. ( pfftb it's fine!! i take years to reply lmao .. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( prince takumi. )

“Ah– yeah. Maybe you’re right…” Why wouldn’t his hands stop shaking? And was his uniform always this stuffy; suffocating? “Maybe I should get something to drink first. It’s awfully hot– was it this hot earlier?”

♫ ➝ &&. « --EXCUSE ME, » she ushers a quick warning before she takes a step forward, reaching her petite hand to gently brush the hair out of his forehead and feel the heated, flushed skin beneath it--and quickly, she recoils her hand, as if he’d scorched it.

« AH--prince takumi, you’re BURNING UP! you must’ve CAUGHT something...please, stay here while i go and fetch you some WATER! ah, and...you should probably TAKE OFF a layer or two... »

#oftakumi #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

@oftakumi.

♫ ➝ &&. « …PRINCE TAKUMI? are…are you ALRIGHT? you’re looking awfully pale…perhaps you should REST a minute. »

#oftakumi #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

@sisterhccd

♫ ➝ &&. « AH--you...your name is SOLEIL, right? i’m sorry, i...i’m still a bit NEW to all of this, i suppose. is there something you NEEDED? »

#sisterhccd #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

@disgyrchiant.

♫ ➝ &&. « ...PRINCE LEO? i, um, i HATE to be the one to TELL you this, but...ah...i believe...your COLLAR is INSIDE OUT. »

SHE’S using up every single ounce of her self-control to prevent herself from bursting into a fit of giggles.

#disgyrchiant #&&. ( THIS IS LATE: THE SEQUEL )#♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

@performartyr.

♫ ➝ &&. « YOU...you must be LADY AZURA. lord kamui has told me about your SINGING...i...i would love to HEAR you sometime, MILADY, if it wouldn’t be a bother.. »

#performartyr #&&. ( THIS IS LATE LOL )#♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( lazward. )

‘ I HAVE just told the group leaving the city to watch over him and make sure that he returns to castle krakenburg in one piece, so i am SURE he is fine, ’ lazward assures the other, albeit a tad surprised at her deep caring ( why is he so perplexed ? it IS the crown prince of nohr they’re talking about ) for his lord, ‘ if not, the group i left in charge would have to deal with me. ’

A PAUSE as he remembers what he was doing, here in a broken city, in need of rebuilding soon. ‘ are… are you in need of any help ? ’ he asks, ‘ i’m sure that if you need a place to reside while nestra tries to put everything back where it was, we could find you a residence in notre sagesse, or even nohr. ’

♫ ➝ &&. LAYLA bites her lip knowingly. she really doesn’t have much of a place to go, now--all her life she’d lived with her dearest mother, but...with the attack of cyrkensia, not only had her home been taken from her, but also, the last of her family. however, even with such a kind and thoughtful offer...it sounds immensely displeasing to her. how could she simply cower in fear in some subtitute home, whilst the people of nohr suffer like she’d seen today?

« ...SIR, i...i implore you. i may not be the STRONGEST of soldiers...but...i am proficient in magic, and...my SONGS--combined with my RINGS, they are known to REJUVENATE the soul. if i may be of ANY HELP to his majesty...i would be BLESSED to do so... »

#temporsia #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( lazward. )

‘ GO AHEAD– i’ll catch up in a bit, just make sure lord marx leaves the city alright. ’ he shouts to the troop of nohrian soldiers about to exit the area. lazward stayed back to assist anyone who needed help ; and when looking at the city that was currently in ruins, it was a reasonable action to take. almost immediately, however, he nearly walks right into a maiden– who seemed just as surprised and startled as he was.

LAZWARD’S STANCE seemed to look stiff and an lousy attempt of being defensive as a shaking hand raised up, not wishing to be hit with whatever spell was in the tome the woman was carrying. raising his own hand to show her that he had put his sword away, he quietly listens for her to speak.

‘ i’m LAZWARD, a retainer to prince marx of nohr, ’ lazward replies, taking a concerned tone ; willing to help if need be. ‘ …are you okay ? you don’t seem to be very… happy. which is understandable, of COURSE– seeing as how cyrkensia is looking at the moment. ’

♫ ➝ &&. « --PRINCE...prince MARX? » she repeats, quietly, brows furrowing and eyes widening in surprise at the sudden title. if anything, she didn’t expect that--rather, a cruel enemy who’d have attacked her without question, or some other unpleasant response, but...was this real? the name this man spoke was like a saving grace in what had been nothing but darkness all this time.

« GODS above, » layla whispers quietly, lowering her tome from a defensive stance to hugging it to her chest, one hand balled over her heart as she looked pleadingly at the prince’s retainer. « PLEASE, tell me it is true, SIR...is prince marx SAFE? when cyrkensia was laid to SIEGE, i...i thought that ALL OF NOHR was being invaded... »

#temporsia #♫ ➝ &&. ( stories. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( the TRUE PATH. )

♫ ➝ &&. ( my aesthetic: 5′2″ layla teaching 6′2″ marx how to dance )

#&&. ( yes i know i gotta do drafts . . .... but just think about this pls )#&&. ( he's so tol. she'd have to step on his feet but if he takes a step she'd probably. fall off. )#&&. ( she'd have trouble. even reaching his shoulders. i. )#&&. ( triple duple bonus is marx is atrocious at it and he's clumsy and awkward and she's trying not to giggle at him )#&&. ( i mean she fails but she TRIES )#&&. ( she's really smol )#♫ ➝ &&. ( wishlist. )#♫ ➝ &&. ( secrets. )

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