#* faceless

[cherrykittyontop]

Are you surprised? It’s like bubblegum pop

Because I broke all the rules

Because I’m going to show you the real me

Really really me

I’m a cherry on top yeah 🍒

what's your name?

My name is Cherish Hilby.

Where you are from?

I'm from Tokyo but I moved to New York.What's about your family?

My family is very rich and like to show it. However, I want to live a simple life, which is really very, because my father is a big celebrity in Tokyo for several years.

If your family is as rich as you said, what do you do for a living?

I'm an influencer to a certain extent, but I also study on the side. Fashion is one of the things I'm passionate about. That probably comes from my mother, who used to be into fashion as well.

[exalteye]

“Can’t you tell they love you?”

She’s perplexed, staring quizzically with eyebrows drawn together. “Who….loves me?” It’s…..a foreign concept, honestly–to believe that anyone would ever put her first after all her failures, given all her flaws. Everyone looked to her and yet—there was no end to the danger she placed them in. Who could love someone like that? She didn’t even love herself, remorse and regret dangling over her head like a sword tied to a fraying string. It would only be a matter of time before her messes caught up to her (or really, they already had) and brought about her downfall.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She dismisses the notion. “There are others far more suitable for love than I am.”

[progenitess]

If Rhea had a son/daughter (hypothetically) what would Sothis think about having 2 grandkids?

She...wouldn’t really care? Sothis isn’t aware of any relation to Rhea at this point in time because she doesn’t know she’sthe goddess.And even then, the entire Nabatean race was descended from her blood so Flayn--who wasn’t created directly by Sothis and has two parents--could be considered something akin to a “grandchild” too.

[exalteye]

[For the 14th] There is a knock on the door, and the sound of feet skittering away. A small box lies in front of the door, within is a stuffed rabbit, noticeably colored with a blue tint similar to Lucina's hair. A note accompanies, "Diligence is a virtue, but remember to care for yourself from time to time."

Loosely grasping the pommel of her sword, Lucina slowly opened the door after the footsteps disappeared down the hall. She frowned at the small box--lacking any indication of a sender--and gently tugged at the ribbon, leaving the box where it was. Remember to care for yourself from time to time. The soft face of a blue rabbit stared back at her, a flush covering Lucina’s cheeks as she quickly gathered the gift and shut the door behind her. 

Luxuriously soft, it felt like a dream to touch--but...no one knew about this side of her. Certainly not here, right? A softness she should have left buried in Ylisstol long, long ago. But hugging the animal to her chest, she breathed a sigh of comfort. She’d just have to be careful to hide it during the day.

[exalteye]

"You can't cheat death."

“I know,” she forces out from between gritted teeth, fists tight by her sides. “But I’ll be damned if I don’t try.” Her father—no matter the price she’d pay, she’d keep him alive. For a happier future than she’d ever know, for a lifetime free from the suffering she’d experienced. “I’ll never let fate decree my life, it can be changed…and no matter–no matter the sacrifice, I’ll see that the lives we lived never come to be.”

[exalteye]

A small box is left outside of Lucina's door. The silver wrapping paper glints in the candlelight. Upon opening it, Lucina would find a note that read "For the strongest woman I know." Underneath the note, nestled safely in a pile of soft cloths, rests a tiny, blue, glass dragon.

She blinks in surprise at the box outside her door, the silver wrapping immediately drawing her eye. “For the strongest woman I know…” she mumbled the message to herself, absentmindedly opening the door and entering her dorm. “Inigo?” She can’t think of who else would have written something like this, and she wasn’t familiar enough with any of the other students here to warrant such a thing.

Frowning, she opened the box, gasping lightly at the glass figurine nestled inside. “It’s beautiful.” With delicate movements, she picked it up, admiring the way it caught the dim candelight in her room. She smile softly, placing the dragon on her windowsill, where it’d catch plenty of sunlight during the day. With that imagery… “I’ll have to be sure to thank him later.” ( @theindigoflirt )