Poor, poor princess

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[rutger-of-sacae]

Let love and light shine more || Open

“Guess this is my life now.”

Rutger jumped the fence and went straight for this pig’s weak point to kill it in one blow. He took a bite of raw meat and frowned. The wolves that were with him jumped in and took their fill. Oh yeah, Rutger was somehow inducted into a wolf pack. Every night he ran with them and slept with them when the sun came out. Why? Because he had nothing else to do. It was probably time to go though because company was coming.

“Oh boy, here we go.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Deirdre believed stealing was wrong. Unless, of course, you lived in the woods and only saw other people for about forty-five minutes per week. In that case, it could be hard to afford meat, and she didn’t have the knowledge to run a farm herself.

If she stole from different farms, it wouldn’t be as bad, would it? Just a little bit from each place. Eggs here, milk a cow there.

It seemed like wolves had already found this farm, though. They wouldn’t attack her unless they perceived her to be a danger to her, and would probably just move away from her. Still, she moved forward with care.

[rutger-of-sacae]

Company usually meant the farmer, and the farmer was usually armed and had his own dogs to fight with. Rutger’s leg muscles began to twitch as he got ready to dash out of there. 3, 2, 1, go! Like a burst of photons, Rutger took off only to slam the brakes and smash his face into the floor the moment he saw Deirdre. One of the wolves saw Rutger in his distress and tried to drag him out of there, but Rutger started to let out some barks. Wiping the dirt and pig’s blood from his face, Rutger pointed to Deirdre.

“Ahh! Don’t tell me this is your farm, is it?”

[spiritforestdweller]

Wait... Was that a man with the wolves?

Well, why would he do that? Grandmother had told Deirdre at a young age that no, she cannot have one of the feline predators that roamed the Spirit Forest as a pet, and no, she cannot run away to live with them. Did no one teach him that?

“Uh...” Well, Deirdre doubted the man would tell the farmer what she was doing. “No, it is not.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Hibiscus and matcha?

Hibiscus-Where would you like to go on your next vacation?

“Vacation?” Deirdre tilted her head. The questioner didn’t tell her what that word meant, but it was about travel? “If I had the chance, I am curious about Silesse. What is it like in such a cold land? Oh, and Isaach and Thracia. People do not say great things about those countries, but many look down on my homeland...”

Matcha-Iced tea or hot tea?

“This may come as a surprise, but hot tea! It can get so awfully damp during a storm, and it works well as a medium for herbs.”

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur stood still, leaning over his tiller and looked at the woman through half-lidded eyes. “I see. I suppose you came from one of those mysterious gates scattered across the world? I have seen some travelers from other realms, but most times they stumble through those gates by accident. Are you lost? Or did you venture into one of the gates on purpose?”

He pulled back a little, realizing that he might have asked way too many questions. He was fascinated by what the woman had told him, and his thoughts went back to Caer Pelyn and Saleh. “I hope you get to visit that place soon, it’s beautiful. I could maybe take you there.”

Artur forgot all about the near heat stroke, but he found himself becoming faint again, “Oh, if you could cool me, I would appreciate that so much.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Hm, how much would be too much to say? “I wanted to see a different land, Sir.” Honest enough an answer. Deirdre noted that the stranger’s eyes were half open. She moved slightly closer, ready to catch him on her staff.

As curious as she was about this place, Deirdre hadn’t determined if this man was the sort of person who would condemn her for her lineage. “I am intrigued by this place, but I am more concerned about you...”

Light magic came the easiest to her of all attack magics, but Deirdre had a decent grasp of wind magic. She muttered a basic spell, trying to imagine the tales her childhood storybooks had told her about Silesse. Snow, ice, brisk air... She shivered as a sudden chill surrounded the pair.

[rutger-of-sacae]

Let love and light shine more || Open

“Guess this is my life now.”

Rutger jumped the fence and went straight for this pig’s weak point to kill it in one blow. He took a bite of raw meat and frowned. The wolves that were with him jumped in and took their fill. Oh yeah, Rutger was somehow inducted into a wolf pack. Every night he ran with them and slept with them when the sun came out. Why? Because he had nothing else to do. It was probably time to go though because company was coming.

“Oh boy, here we go.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Deirdre believed stealing was wrong. Unless, of course, you lived in the woods and only saw other people for about forty-five minutes per week. In that case, it could be hard to afford meat, and she didn’t have the knowledge to run a farm herself.

If she stole from different farms, it wouldn’t be as bad, would it? Just a little bit from each place. Eggs here, milk a cow there.

It seemed like wolves had already found this farm, though. They wouldn’t attack her unless they perceived her to be a danger to her, and would probably just move away from her. Still, she moved forward with care.

[chai-tea-phone-tree]

send me a cup of tea

Cinnamon: What’s your favorite smell?

Vanilla: How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?

Jasmine: Are you currently in a relationship?

Peppermint: Sweater weather or beach days?

Dandelion: Have you ever tried to garden?

Hibiscus: Where would you want to go on your next vacation?

Peach: Can you cook or bake?

Chai: Favorite color combination?

English Breakfast: Have you eaten today?

Earl Grey: Do you like your middle name?

Matcha: Iced tea or hot tea?

Raspberry: Do you have a work-out routine?

Lemongrass: Favorite childhood bedtime story?

Spearmint: What’s an interesting fact about you?

Chamomile: How would you describe your laugh?

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[spiritforestdweller]

Deirdre thought this world was called Magvel or something like that. The Outrealm Gates we’re starting to show up more and more often in the Spirit Forest. She relished the opportunity to escape the burdens of her cursed bloodline. Assuming, of course, that no one here knew about Loptyr.

She did miss the shade the forest provided, though. Although her light hair did not absorb too much sunlight, its heaviness made for difficult traveling in the heat. Grandmother had always begged her to put it up at times, but Deirdre was stubborn about it. Her hair kept the insects away, at least.

She was brushing it away from her face, as usual, when she noticed a man working the fields stumble. He reached for his waterskin, at least; he must have had some expectation of the heat. As reluctant as she was to approach a stranger, especially a man, her healing nature compelled her.

“Are you all right, sir?”

[apricitus-renairius]

Artur looked up to see a woman with long, wavy lilac hair and eyes that seemed to match, just like his own amber eyes matched his equally orange hair. He nodded as he eased himself back up, but his legs quivered.

“Yes, I think I’ll be fine. Just got a little too involved in tilling is all. Farming’s hard work, and I hadn’t built up a lot of muscle.”

He gave a calm smile, “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you perhaps from another part of Magvel? I believe I’ve seen someone with similar hair as yours in Caer Pelyn. Perhaps you’re an oracle of sorts like that man’s grandmother? Well, I believe she was an oracle…don’t really know a whole terrible lot about him, actually.”

He opened up his tunic a little bit, revealing that his skin was glistening with heavy amounts of sweat, “Sorry about that, I have to open this up to let the sweat dry. This fabric doesn’t allow much wicking.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Deirdre winced as the stranger attempted to stand. It was good for him to try, but perhaps too soon to do so. She quickly dismissed the anguished expression from her face and nodded. She knew farmers in Verdane were a muscular bunch (especially the rancher who... well, she would rather not think about how angry he had been when she had been caught in his chicken coop), and this man was slim in build.

“Uh, I am not from here...” Deirdre gestured vaguely, not certain if the man had heard of the Outrealm Gates. “I am honored to hear that I resemble a person of high regard.” She bowed slightly. “My own grandmother was known locally for her skills in healing, and was especially reknown for her abilities in midwifery; I can only hope to approach her success.” She was intrigued to hear about these people that had a similar appearance to her. Maybe that could be the next destination in her journey, though she hadn’t done much planning up until this point.

Deirdre instantly and instinctively averted her eyes from the man. Her face flushed, and she tapped her fingers together. “Um, I could heal you, er.” Her voice was hoarse. She felt ridiculous. She had healed a man with a groin injury, but she had been warned that time. I must focus. She cleared her throat. “I know spells that should cool you.”

[apricitus-renairius]

Fallow Lands [Open]

It hadn’t been a long time since Artur had sown seeds and minded the soil that was to be fallowed, but he seemed a natural at it. Wiping the sweat on his brow and shedding his long scarf to the side, he continued to manually till the land earmarked for fallowing. His efforts were one of a few things he was doing to help rebuild after the war. 

On other days, he would be helping fire bricks or pick the best cobbles for construction, or mixing the adhesive for these bricks to allow them to stick, or cooking food for the displaced and the workers. He fancied himself to be a good cook, or at least a tolerable one by the fact that people were able to eat what he prepared, though these people being desperate and starving meant that it didn’t matter much to them if it tasted good.

Suddenly, he felt himself teetering over in the midday sun, the hard work taking its toll on his physical well-being. The shovel in his hands became blurry, then dropped completely from his hands as he fell onto his rear. He tugged at the water-skin on his hip and took a long drink, hoping the dizziness would subside so he could continue.

[spiritforestdweller]

Deirdre thought this world was called Magvel or something like that. The Outrealm Gates we’re starting to show up more and more often in the Spirit Forest. She relished the opportunity to escape the burdens of her cursed bloodline. Assuming, of course, that no one here knew about Loptyr.

She did miss the shade the forest provided, though. Although her light hair did not absorb too much sunlight, its heaviness made for difficult traveling in the heat. Grandmother had always begged her to put it up at times, but Deirdre was stubborn about it. Her hair kept the insects away, at least.

She was brushing it away from her face, as usual, when she noticed a man working the fields stumble. He reached for his waterskin, at least; he must have had some expectation of the heat. As reluctant as she was to approach a stranger, especially a man, her healing nature compelled her.

“Are you all right, sir?”

[pheraescourage]

spiritforestdweller​:

All aboard! | Eliwood & Deirdre (modernAU)

“I do like some of the weapon designs… Sigurd took me to a fair once, and we bought a staff. It looked like the staff Gandolf used in the films. I told Sigurd that we’ll have to put the sharp items in a storage facility. Putting them high and out of reach won’t work if Seliph likes to climb things as much as I used to climb trees…”

When Eliwood mentioned knights, Deirdre stared at him in surprise. “This may sound strange or silly, Eliwood, but that chivalry… The day I met Sigurd, I was walking down a quiet street. It was the middle of the day, but I noticed two men were following me.” She paused for a moment. “One pulled a knife on me, and said to give them anything I had in my bag… But Sigurd swooped in, chasing them off. He asked if I was okay, helped me file a report, and took me out to eat afterwards. All this for a stranger! He is like my own knight.”

Deirdre involuntarily made a fist with her hand and brought it to her mouth. “Oh, the thought of Seliph being hurt, and not being able to protect him… It must have been so easy for your parents to wonder and worry. Roy is so lucky to have you. I’m not sure that most people could think of their childhood that way. It’s very… Hm; I think the world is ‘empathetic?’”

She was beginning to wonder what her own father was like. Surely he would have been as wonderful as Eliwood!

Deirdre’s story warmed Eliwood’s heart. A day that could have been remembered as a terrifying event had been transformed into the faithful day she met the love of her life as a result of a stranger’s kindness. Rather than receiving a long-lasting scar, it was now instead beautiful tale not only detailing the spark of love, but also showcasing the good that resided within humanity. It gave Eliwood faith that good of the world outweighed that of the evil, even as the news stories were rampant with negativity.

“If I may be so bold…I would very much consider Sigurd to be a knight,” Eliwood replied with a thoughtful, warm smile, “he may not don the armor of the medieval ages, nor serve a lord, but if he rescued you without regard for his own safety, then surely he embodies the values of chivalry. He even went beyond the call of a hero by treating you to a meal after ensuring your safety. It seems he’s quite the gentlemen! Had I been in your position, I would have been smitten with him as well.” He said with a chuckle, watching as the scenery began to slow with the braking of the train.

“That may be so,” He stated, turning toward her, “some say I spoil Roy, but I do not believe one can be spoiled by too much love. I would rather my child know he is loved, than him be filled with doubt. The parenting style of ‘tough love’ is simply not for me.” He admitted as the train came to a halt.

“This is my stop…is it yours as well?”

[spiritforestdweller]

It wasn’t like Eliwood was the type of person to make fun of her for what she thought about Sigurd, but it relieved her to hear that he did not think she was silly all the same. She knew that her relationship and marriage were hasty, and that she was young; many strangers she had encountered had cast judgement on the decisions she and her husband had made. But for someone to understand why Sigurd was so amazing...

Deirdre’s ears reddened. “He really does have a sense of justice. He follows the news every once in a while and generally avoids intense discussions about the state of the world, but anyone who takes the time to listen to him can see how noble he is. At least I hope they do...” She chuckled along with Eliwood.

“I think a child that knows they’re loved will do better in the world,” she said. “Even when I disagreed with my grandmother, I never had a reason to doubt her care. I can only aspire to that for Seliph.”

Deirdre looked out the window for the first time in a while. “I believe it is. Sorry, I need to check to see if Ethlyn texted me.”

Her sister-in-law had.

D, this resteraunt is the cutest! You’re going to love it. And this time I’m going to pay for the shopping afterwards.

[licensedlesbian]

late night self reflective asks 🌙

[fireemblem-rp]

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

[rp-meme-glaceon]

How Does Your Muse React/Feel When...

😇- They are given praise 😰- They get scolded 🙇- They meet someone new and first impressions are good 👺- They meet someone new and first impressions are bad 🙌- They see their best friend 👿- They see their worst enemy ☺️- They see a friend 💅- They see a rival ❣️- They see their crush ♥️- They see their boy/girlfriend 💍- They see their spouse 🚸- They see their children 👪- They see their family (specify if desired) 💮- They get asked to hang out 💐- They get asked out on a date 💔- They get stood up/broken up with 💎- They win a huge reward 🎁- They are given a gift they like 💣- They are given a gift they dislike 🎎- They find a long lost possession of theirs 💵- They see something on sale for a bargain price 🗑- They see something that is being given away for free 📍- They narrowly escape a perilous situation 🚪- They hear someone knock on their door 📱- Someone asks to borrow their phone

[spiritforestdweller]

As is pretty clear from “All Aboard,” Deirdre is a bit of an overprotective mom. Which is kind of ironic, given that she leaves her newborn with Shanan, who’s probably thirteen tops.

In an ideal world where nothing supremely awful (re: canonical) happens to her, I do not see this tendency going away, necessarily, though I do see it lessening.

Seliph, age twenty, texting his mom in a modern AU: Mom, Leif’s car broke down because being Leif is suffering. I’m going to stay with him until the tow truck arrives.

Deirdre: Did his battery die? I think your father has jumper cables...

Seliph: No, we’re not sure what happened.

Deirdre: Okay, please text me when the truck arrives!

In all seriousness, I see her as someone who, for better or for worst, invests a lot of time and energy into her kids’ lives.

[pheraescourage]

spiritforestdweller​:

All aboard! | Eliwood & Deirdre (modernAU)

“There must be nothing like the curiousity of a child,” Deirdre said, mirroring Eliwood and resting her chin in her hand. Grandmother had been her main source of social interaction, and Deirdre had been so eager to meet people beyond their very small social circle. Could she really complain, given Eliwood’s childhood?

“It seems like there were some beautiful things in the rough parts of your childhood. That’s funny, what you said about the swords. My husband’s family has been collecting them for years. He’s really passionate about them. He has books of doodles of knights, clay modules… I like how it brings out his artistic side.” She giggles.

“I do imagine that it was hard for your parents to see you in the outside world taking risks… I have a feeling, or at least I hope, that I would want Seliph to be happy.”

“Is that so?” Eliwood’s hand retreated from his chin, instead settling in his lap as a laugh tumbling from his own lips. Laughter was contagious, after all. “I suppose weapons, in a way, are much like art. They require great skill to crafted and a good eye for design, as they are often embellished with symbols, jewels, and purposeful ridges. And functional, no less!” His chortle faded into a warm, languid smile as he returned his gaze to Deirdre.

“I cannot fault such admiration of knights. The tales of knights are quite thrilling, aren’t they? Gallant, chivalrous men and women with the strength to carry out their convictions…they are truly laudable.” Straightening, Eliwood leaned his back against the comfortable cushion of the train seat, and curled his fingers loosely in his lap as he thought of his parents. Tilting his gaze upward as if to look directly to the heavens, he smiled.

“I did not understand it as a child, but I know now that I am a father myself that they were only desperate to protect me. Protecting your child from harm…it’s a natural instinct. Being in a position in which you are helpless to ease your child’s pain…I cannot imagine it. When Roy scrapes his knee or bumps his arm, I do everything in my power to dry his tears and kiss his pain away. By keeping me inside, my parents were protecting me in the only way they were able.”

[spiritforestdweller]

“I do like some of the weapon designs... Sigurd took me to a fair once, and we bought a staff. It looked like the staff Gandolf used in the films. I told Sigurd that we’ll have to put the sharp items in a storage facility. Putting them high and out of reach won’t work if Seliph likes to climb things as much as I used to climb trees...”

When Eliwood mentioned knights, Deirdre stared at him in surprise. “This may sound strange or silly, Eliwood, but that chivalry... The day I met Sigurd, I was walking down a quiet street. It was the middle of the day, but I noticed two men were following me.” She paused for a moment. “One pulled a knife on me, and said to give them anything I had in my bag... But Sigurd swooped in, chasing them off. He asked if I was okay, helped me file a report, and took me out to eat afterwards. All this for a stranger! He is like my own knight.”

Deirdre involuntarily made a fist with her hand and brought it to her mouth. “Oh, the thought of Seliph being hurt, and not being able to protect him... It must have been so easy for your parents to wonder and worry. Roy is so lucky to have you. I’m not sure that most people could think of their childhood that way. It’s very... Hm; I think the world is ‘empathetic?’”

She was beginning to wonder what her own father was like. Surely he would have been as wonderful as Eliwood!

[pheraescourage]

All aboard! | Eliwood & Deirdre (modernAU)

[pheraescourage]

spiritforestdweller

Eliwood had the most beautiful laugh. Well, Sigurd’s guffaw emphasized his zest for life, and Deirdre was sure that Seliph’s laughter would become her favorite sound in the world, but it was in the top three.

“Oh, now you’re making me wish that I could skip those years and go straight to the preschool days.” She paused and frowned slightly.” But people always say how quickly children grow, so I certainly don’t want to wish that away… And I do appreciate you clarifying that you are not making fun of me.”

Deirdre considered Eliwood carefully. As he continued his story, her eyes began to widen. Her initial studies of medicine had made it clear that a heart defect was not identifiable by sight, so she was not surprised that she hadn’t suspected anything.

“Ah, ‘I’m sorry’ does not feel appropriate in this case. I certainly can understand why you would feel lonely.” Her voice softened. “I haven’t quite reached the point where I can understand all of my grandmother’s choices, but you have beared quite a burden.” She shifted in her seat. “We can change the subject if you prefer. Are you sure that you did not want any snacks?”

“Oh Deirdre, that time will come faster than a blink of an eye,” Eliwood replied, his voice warm and still carrying a hint of playfulness, “it feels like just yesterday I was holding Roy in my arms, watching his eyes filled with a sea of curiosity staring right back at me. Now, he toddles about, ceaselessly trying to learn something new! Though I am ever proud of him and love him with all my heart, I certainly have days when I miss him quietly nestled in my arms.” He admitted, resting his cheek on his hand contently.

When Deirdre struggled to express her empathy, he dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand, wearing a knowing smile. There was sadness beneath the cerulean hues of his eyes, but there was no traces of anger. It had been a difficult life for a child to live; a terrifying reality for a child. He had spent years fighting for his life, secluded and fearful of death. But it was those experiences that shaped him to become the person he was today. He had proved himself stronger than anyone had ever anticipated, overcome his loneliness, and now had a wonderful life of his own.

“It is alright. Please, don’t fret over your question…you certainly could not have known and I do not mind speaking of it. It was a difficult time, but it was not completely devoid of happiness,” He stated, a smile overtaking his features, “I did meet Hector as a child, after all. I told him of how I desired to play in the woods, like the other children. He took my arm and off we went! We played outside for hours, using sticks as swords, building forts, climbing trees…it was exhilarating for me, then. I had never had so much fun! Oh, but my parents were so cross when they found us. I wasn’t supposed to be out, as my immune system was terribly compromised at the time. But I still remember that day so fondly.” He grinned.

[spiritforestdweller]

“There must be nothing like the curiousity of a child,” Deirdre said, mirroring Eliwood and resting her chin in her hand. Grandmother had been her main source of social interaction, and Deirdre had been so eager to meet people beyond their very small social circle. Could she really complain, given Eliwood’s childhood?

“It seems like there were some beautiful things in the rough parts of your childhood. That’s funny, what you said about the swords. My husband’s family has been collecting them for years. He’s really passionate about them. He has books of doodles of knights, clay modules... I like how it brings out his artistic side.” She giggles.

“I do imagine that it was hard for your parents to see you in the outside world taking risks... I have a feeling, or at least I hope, that I would want Seliph to be happy.”

[spiritforestdweller]

“We’re all unharmed. That’s good enough.”

The battle had been more fierce than Deirdre had expected, though the green-haired stranger had faired well enough. She couldn’t be as optimistic about how things had went, however.

“I can’t help but worry that our foe will want revenge...”

[askmemenoquestions]

Pokemon Colosseum Sentence Starters

“I love chowing down after a job! It adds to the flavor, I swear.”

“Any way I look at it, it’s obvious that you’re no ordinary Joe.”

“Yeeeeeaaah! I’m burning now! I’m on fire! It’s full-throttle time!”

“It won’t stop squirming.”

“We’re no robbers! We’re kidnappers! Get it? Kidnappers!”

“Where did those two bring me?”

“I know I’m imposing, but I don’t have anyone else I can turn to.”

“We mustn’t allow thugs to do as they wish.”

“I’m not the type that does his thinking in the head, so I’m stumped by stuff like this.”

“I must commend you for a battle well-played.”

“If you’re thinking about going on, you should be careful.”

“That place is filled with thugs, and other nasty people.”

“Usually they’d have at least one channel showing anime or something.”

“We’ve finally found you! You filthy, double-crossing traitor!”

“You mean to tell me you were bested by these darling infants?”

“Let the music spin! Let’s get it on!”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I’m not about to let you pass.”

“If you don’t want to get hurt, you should get lost, and quick.”

“I couldn’t guarantee your safety if anything were to happen.”

“It’s my job to uphold the peace in this town!”

“Um… I’m the lookout! Nobody is supposed to get by me!”

“You’re quite the hottie.”

“I tried to leave town afterwards and that’s when those creeps grabbed me.”

“Even at the best of times, there’s nothing normal about this town.”

“You can’t even see the bottom from here.”

“And it’s not just once either. It was the time before, and the time before that, too!”

“This is perking up my spirit and body! Oh, I feel like dancing!”

“Save your dancing until our plan succeeds.”

“I heard you entered this building. It had me worried.”

“You’ve got to get everyone out to safety.”

“What do you think you’re doing here?!”

“Abnormality detected! Target locked on!”

“This wasn’t good enough…”

“This is a dilemma…”

“The end is always so cruelly pitiless…”

“Now what compels someone like you to come here just for the sake of getting thrashed by me?”

“We’ve just captured an intruder.”

“What made you think that you could simply waltz in here?”

“Taking a hostage is perfectly fine as a bargaining tactic.”

“You might be our enemy, but you have my respect.”

“I’m supposed to beat someone as strong as you? They must be joking!”

“You ruined all my hopes of getting a promotion.”

“Yeah, woot! It’s about time, darlings!”

“I’m so frightfully tired of waiting for you.”

“Oh you kept me waiting for so long, I decided to work up a little perspiration!”

“There’s time for one last frantic dance before the grand finale!”

“Don’t you dare think you’ll get away with your latest outrage!”

“We’re all unharmed. That’s good enough.”

“There is but nothing that eludes the notice of my fortune-telling.”

“The air tastes a lot different here.”

“On the way here, I was abducted by these creepy people.”

“Although you may ask why we are here, we simply cannot answer that.”

“Please don’t do anything so rash and dangerous again.”

“Whatever the situation, I won’t abandon my duties.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Basil and lavender

Have you ever fallen out of love?

Deirdre looks around, her chest heaving. “I must admit that I do not understand this question. It seems to be implying that there is a choice in who we love, but I am not sure that I agree. And if it isn’t a choice, if there is love at first sight-“

(Is she a fool to think that such a thing exists?)

“Can love be erased just as quickly?”

(She shouldn’t love him, shouldn’t love the sort of man who would torment a condemned man like that, but she’s weak, too weak to save the first man she may have loved long ago and too weak to save the man she loves now from himself.)

What are you most devoted to in your life?

Deirdre, who had her head in her hands, looks up. “Oh, that would have to be my children.” She brightens with each word. “I know I am perhaps too preoccupied with them, given that they have a nurse, but I always want to know what they are learning, their likes and dislikes. If I could, I would want to spend all day playing with them in the gardens. Julius and Julia are the best part of my life.”

[spiritforestdweller]

Angelica and mint

Who or what is the biggest inspiration in your life?

“My grandmother,” Deirdre responds instantly. “She always showed compassion, from those who were ill to my late mother. She was a skilled healer, as well. I hope to make her proud.” And one way to do that was-

Are you a virgin?

Deirdre jumps back as if she had been slapped. “I-“ Well, of course she couldn’t think about that sort of thing, she was cursed, she couldn’t risk her lover getting hurt or giving birth to a vessel for him.

She’d promised Grandmother.

She can’t dream of a stranger on a white horse.