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@srcellerie
i was 20 years old the last time i was on this blog holy shit.
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🤝 + 21 (in a rush of adrenaline)
some could argue that there’s a certain level of COGNITIVE DISSONANCE to him. some could further argue that there’s a point of no return ———— this drive to fight and this motivation to battle and better himself can only be curbed by the deeper wish to help the innocent and protect those he loves so much. some could furthermore drag into light that the steadiness of him in battle is perhaps more terrifying than the total loss of control ( to which he would staunchly disagree, for good reason ) and if they were to peer into his mind and his innermost thoughts during these times ————
he doesn’t know when it began. when he began to hear her voice, carrying and high and light and clear as sunlight stretching over an early spring morning, radiant over the frost ridden grass. it’s rather silly, in the end. when her songs pop into his head at the strangest of times. in his sleep ( her song the cries of war and her voice a siren’s song bringing those to slaughter and to the killing floor and to their deaths by his hand / or his hand / or another’s hand ) and in battle and in the small spaces in between.
he doesn’t know when it began. he can’t begin to pinpoint when he started to hear her voice outside of hearing her and seeing her in those strange and random occurrences where he would simply stumble across her and there she would be : singing and dancing with her energy radiating and light sloughing off of her in layers upon layers upon layers.
does it begin with death? does it begin with disassociation? does it begin with the perils of mortality? or does it simply begin with her and how she lingers in his thoughts every now and then without so much as a by your leave on his part?
( it could well be curiosity, as well. the oddity of them and the strangeness of them and the stories that they tell and how he cannot begin to piece together what she’s trying to tell him, which may well be THE POINT, though he’s of a mind that a song is meant to tell a story and tell it wholly and fully, but. i digress. )
speaking and wondering and questioning in circles. shall we start again?
THERE’S HER VOICE AGAIN / the clarity of the early morning sun / as the final enemy falls at the other end of his blade. a flash and then a big boom ———— he’s gotten separated from the others again, dragged away from the thick of it to a smaller throng of enemies which had seen it fit to not quite ambush him, though the idea was certainly there. dispatching them had proven to be simple enough and, from the sounds of it, the rest had been felled by the rest.
the preternatural silence of a battlefield quelled lingers over his head and he gazes up at the sky which is steadily going orange above them as he wipes his blade on his trousers, caring little for the smear of gore that’s left behind. he breathes ————
a flash and then a big boom, suddenly the deed is done !!
and twists as there’s a movement behind him and, ah. it seems he hadn’t fully finished the job, or otherwise this one had been good at PLAYING DEAD before he could do another pass over the enemy to ensure that they were all well and truly dead and saw it fit to act now, in this moment of garishly false peace. felix’s blade lifts and he’s ready to behead this man in one fell swoop / before there’s a burst of wind and / he’s torn to shreds.
blood splatters and felix’s hair is caught up in the brief wind storm, whipping around his face as he watches as the foolish bastard is summarily and quickly killed and / he knows without seeing and knows without knowing who had conjured this magic. the impression that she leaves and the energy that she resonates and the peculiar uptick of her wind magic ———— he knows it near as well as he knows her voice, humming through his mind / and there she is !! rushing towards him from over the small hill, looking no worse for wear aside from her hair being tousled and her customary braid being slightly undone / and something like relief unravels in his chest.
❝ you’re alive !! ❞ exuberant and overflowing with light and the sheer intensity that she carries, she closes the distances between them rather quickly / he takes no more than three steps towards her before she’s all but crashed into him, her hands grasping at his elbows and her feet skidding along the ground and she is / a clear spring day, after all.
❝ yes, ❞ a rather lackluster response, truly, though he responds to her primarily because he feels compelled to and furthermore because THIS IS ANNETTE and the remnants of battle remain on her ( her axe hanging from her belt, now, secured and tucked away / blood splattered over her clothing and a smear over her cheek / a jagged rip in her sleeve that may or may not be hiding an injury beneath it ) and within her, the adrenaline that thrums through his veins practically diminished in comparison to HER.
❝ you almost wouldn’t have been, ❞ and here she sounds aggrieved, frowning up at him as she so customarily does / the difference between their interactions and her interactions with the vast majority of their classmates had once been BEMUSING TO HIM if nothing else ———— but he’s grown predominantly used to it, by now. to the exasperation that she treats him with far more often than not. ❝ i can’t believe you got distracted on the battlefield, after all the grief that you give everyone else about it. ❞
❝ i know, ❞ felix is able to own up to his mistakes, if nothing else, though he knows it’ll do little to nothing in alleviating any of annette’s frustration with him / alight as she is / glowing as she is / all but vibrating still with the aftermath of battle.
( how muted she had been, appearing at those crossroads. changed by time and changed by circumstance and changed ———— she had been overbright, still. but somehow dampened / as if a cloud had drifted over her in its meandering path / but she burned, still. and burn she did. and burn she does : light leaking from every last one of her pores. too saccharine? too over-sweet? his teeth ache in her presence yet he wants to be close to her, still ———— and what does that meant, precisely?
oh, he knows. he knows. do you? )
❝ i was foolish, though i had the situation under control, ❞ he had, to be entirely fair. killing that final straggler would have been as easy as breathing. ❝ the enemy was a minor threat. ❞
❝ felix, you ———— ❞ irritation makes itself further known in her tone and the twist of her mouth and her hands tighten on his elbows / a silent demand to accompany her verbal one, before he cuts her off swiftly.
❝ but thank you, ❞ speaking over annette is no easy thing to do, but he wishes to make himself infinitely clear. at all times and at any time / but especially with her. annette, who’s alight and glowing and leaking light and luminous in the face of the sun about to set. has she always been this way? even back then? ❝ if you hadn’t intervened, i likely would have sustained an injury. ❞
a pause, before she squeezes him briefly, fingers firm along his bones. ❝ you’re welcome. just ———— listen to yourself for once and keep a look out. ❞
❝ i will, ❞ her voice in his head as quieted itself / as if in deference to the reality / as if knowing that she’s all the better to listen to properly and fully and with his absolute attention. looking at her. gazing at her / the fall of her hair around her face / and the furrow of her brow / and the set of her mouth / the blood on her cheek.
he wants to wipe it away.
he doesn’t. for now. for now.
@srcellerie // my mind is an echo chamber for you , for you —— touch.
☼ —— ( THERE ARE STARS IN YOUR EYES )
❛ YOU KNOW I’VE NEVER BEEN VERY GOOD AT MAGIC , MYSELF . ❜ he’s watching her carefully practicing some of her spells on one of the training dummies . despite his inability to perform spells well himself he can’t help but be fascinated by her technique . ❛ but you make it look so easy . have you always been such a natural ? ❜
@srcellerie // tell me , dear sun does your light ever dim ?
A SUDDEN BURST OF MAGIC emerges from her fingertips , carving blades of emerald green in the still air . her hair flows back with the force of the blades pushing forward , whipping & lacerating all in their path until all that’s left of the training dummy that once stood is a pile of WOOD & HAY . as the splintering burst subsides , the magic in the air dissipates & she feels her toes touch solid ground . blue gaze swings over her shoulder , her face lit up in a smile as she looks to ASHE on the sidelines . the smile only seems to grow wider at his words . ❛❛ well i’ve never been good with a bow , so i guess we’ve both got one up on each other , ❜❜ she teases , moving to hop up on the partial wall beside him . ❛❛ but no . ACTUALLY , for a long time i was super bad at it . when i first started learning , i kept accidentally lighting the curtains on fire . ❜❜ she lets out a small giggle at the memories: her uncle’s red face / the shouts of housemaids / the smell of burning fabric in the air . she remembers crying about it , & oh how TRIVIAL crying over burnt drapes feels now . she continues on , ❛❛ but it was something i really wanted to do , so i kept working on it — & keep working on it to this day . i still don’t think i’m anywhere on the same level of , say , LYSITHEA , & i’m no natural talent like sylvain , but if i’m still here , then i must be doing something right . ❜❜ she tilts her head to him , ❛❛ right ? ❜❜
stealing this from my twitter , but here’s a list of annette dynamics i DESPERATELY want to explore more:
hilda
bernadetta
dorothea
manuela
sylvain
ferdinand
hubert
lysithea
flayn
cyril
dimitri
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okay i’ve gone through and deleted all my drafts / inbox outside of a few things . also drafted all the recent starters in my tag so those will be replied to dw~ i’m off to go catsit for my mom , but i’ll likely be working on these drafts on my phone while i do that . ily all !!
MAKE YOUR MUSE & YOURSELF
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hey all ! my name is aura & this is a private / selective rp blog for 𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓬 of FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES . if you’d be interested in writing, give this post a ♥ or ⇆ so i know to check you out . thanks !
HEY ALL I’M HERE !!! I’m fully moved into my new place which means I can officially take myself off of hiatus . Since it’s been so long , I think I’m going to empty out my inbox & clear out my drafts for somewhat of a reset ? If we have something going & you want me to keep it , feel free to send me a message saying which thread / message it is & i’ll be more than happy to keep it saved . Once I’m caught up with whatever drafts I have left at that point , I’ll toss out a starter call . That being said , if you’d like to plot , feel free to send me a message here or on discord !! I’m excited to write with ya’ll again <3
you promised me once in the midsummer heat that we were something eternal / i think often of the curve of your lips & the soft lilt of your laugh and / how your sword feels , plunged deep within my chest , now , as ‘ we ’ solidifies as ‘ i ’ and i think / “ i miss you ” . & you miss your target . or , maybe / ? / you never intended to slay the beast after all . | felix and dimitri from FE3H , as beloved by mimi & nyx . | PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT
DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE. / independent & private cleo de nile of monster high. primarily pre - reboot and headcanon based. as entombed by rain.
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
she reaches up for his hair, feet raising onto her tip toes ( when had he gotten so tall ?? ). her calloused fingers entangle in the soft strands, and she gives him a soft smile. "you know what i miss?" she asks, and her smile takes on an edge of mischief. in an instant, she goes from gently teasing the straightened strands to ruffling them as fast as she can until the top of his head goes from perfectly polished to /perfectly messy/, reminiscent of his academy days. "this. your /floof/ !!"
the real maiden of wind . // @srcellerie
THERE’S A SORT OF PLEASANT SIMPLICITY about spending time with annette . there’s no pressure to be anyone other than who he is when in her company . he knows he can be himself with her & not be on the receiving end of judgement . perhaps that’s why he enjoys being around her so much . though her warm sincerity & enthusiastic determination likely plays a factor as well along with just — everything really . when ashe actually thinks about it he doesn’t think there’s a single quality of annette’s that he doesn’t like , not a single one .
THEY’RE WALKING BACK FROM THE DINING HALL , the warm spring breeze blowing through , rustling the hems of their clothes & tousling their hair — well annette’s hair . due to the mounds of hair gel he’s put into his hair ashe’s hair barely moves an inch save for the bangs hanging over his face . this doesn’t phase him in the slightest . he’s been styling his hair like this for several years at this point so this is just normal for him .
ANNETTE HOWEVER WHO HASN’T spent a great deal of time with him since they had all separated seems incredibly unnerved by this . her bright blue eyes roving over his appearance like he’s some sort of creature that’s behaving strangely . he decides not to acknowledge it for a moment , thinking she’ll eventually stop . but he grows increasingly more embarrassed when her eyes don’t leave his head . he stops mid step & turns his head towards her , face slightly flushed . ❛ annette ? is everything alright ? ❜
JUDGING BY HER REACTION , annette hadn’t realized she’d been staring so intently at him for at ashe’s question she quickly darts her gaze elsewhere , face also flushed now . “ of course not ! i just — ” she pauses , eyes shifting back to ashe , a sort of pensive look to them . “ you just seem so different now . ”
ASHE’S BROWS TWITCH SLIGHTLY at the statement , slightly bemused . he hadn’t thought he’d changed much in truth . sure he was older & taller but so was practically everyone else . had he really changed that much ? he's quiet for a moment , unsure of what exactly to say to this statement . he raises a brow , looking at her thoughtfully before saying . ❛ is that a bad thing ? ❜ annette shakes her head frantically , face growing redder by the second . “ no ! not at all ! i guess … i guess i miss how things used to be . ”
HIS EXPRESSION FALLS , a sigh leaving his lips as a melancholy expression appears on his face . he feels the same in truth . even though five years ago they’d still faced intense battles & traumatic deaths , things felt more simple then . back then he didn’t have the constant worry of if he should live to see the next day . there was some sort of safety he felt within the walls of the monastery , a safety that is no longer present in the ruins they now reside in . ❛ i feel the same . ❜
THERE’S A BRIEF SILENCE THAT DWELLS between them now , the sort of tense , somber silence that make’s ashe’s skin crawl . after about a minute or two it becomes too much for him & he begins to say something . annette seemed to have had the same idea only she was just a moment faster , causing ashe to quickly silence himself once she begins to speak . “ it’s not bad that things have changed i just — ”
SHE STOPS ABRUPTLY AS THOUGH A THOUGHT had just occurred to her . almost immediately a smile appears on her face , warm & slightly mischievous as she draws nearer to him . ashe’s eyes don’t leave her , growing slightly nervous as she gets close to him . “ you know what i miss ? ” his breath hitches as she reaches to touch him , his heartbeat going steadily more rapid . he feels as if he’s being suffocated , completely incapable of breathing as he watches her with wide eyes .
ANNETTE THEN PROCEEDS TO COMPLETELY dig her fingers into his hair , furiously ruffling it until any trace of his hair gel was gone . when she pulls away he feels completely winded , feeling as if a tornado had passed through him . is this how loog felt when he crossed paths with the maiden of wind ? he’s unable to speak for a moment or so . therefore the first reaction out of him is a laugh , both lighthearted & embarrassed as he runs one of his own hands through his hair . after a moment annette starts laughing too & ashe feels his heart pound again .
THEY CONTINUE THEIR STROLL IN SILENCE , a more comfortable silence than the one they’d had a few minutes prior . however between the pair of them there’s an unspoken thought in the redness of their cheeks & the shyness of their gazes . they’re practically to the dorms when ashe speaks up . ❛ you know … maybe i’ll start wearing my hair like this again . what do you think ? ❜
knightsdeath·
halfknighted·.
❛ IT’S ten percent luck ! ❜
❝ ———— twenty percent skill. ❞
❛❛ FIFTEEN PERCENT concentrated power of will !! ❜❜
send me a heart to learn something about my muse!
❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?
♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?
❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?
ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?
💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?
💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?
💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?
💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?
💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?
💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?
💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?
💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?
💜: how long might it take for my muse to say “i love you” for the first time?
💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?
☼ —— ( HOW DARE YOU )
❝ lyrics are meant to tell a story, ❞ spoken like the son of an opera singer, indeed / and furthermore stated as if it were an OBVIOUS FACT above all else / and he fixes her with a thoroughly unimpressed expression. ❝ without an explanation about what becomes of the library it’s incomplete. ❞
THE GALL HE HAS !! the deadpan stare & judgemental tone— ! her jaw sets & she fixes him with her own displeased look . ❛❛ perhaps half of the fun of the song is for others to figure out what happened to the library themselves ! clearly the ambiguity has kept your attention . it’s a play on the imagination !! ❜❜ in truth , she has NO IDEA what she’s talking about , more concerned with defending her work & proving him wrong than anything else .