Oct 6, 2024
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the gray hairs at his temples….oh god
THE NEW MOONCHASE EVENT
is literally
ships canon
BEIGUANG OLD MARRIED COUPLE FIGHTS
XINGQIU FLIRTING ?????!!!!!!!
G A N Q I N G S O F T E R A <3
I love it so much (fish claymore badass on queen beidou too)
was googling Donald Duck and accidentally typed "donald duck ace attorney" into the search bar I can't do this anymore
wahh someone let me lay on their chest for comfy ;;
“Ephraim…” As soon as his lord is carried into the med tent, Forde rushes to his side. So much for that break huh? He knew Ephraim wasn’t one to walk away from a battle, but to to have that fact so clearly demonstrated… it was a shock, to say the least.
Forde had seen who he was fighting, he knew this wasn’t good.
Recover tome in hand, he gets to work healing Ephraim’s wounds. When he regains enough consciousness for a pleasant conversation, Forde delivers his opening line:
“It could be worse. You could be the first person in your house to be eliminated.” He grins, pointing at himself. “And soon enough that I was able to take a nap before you showed up.” A lie, but hopefully one that’d amuse his lord. “Though it looks like you decided to take a nap of your own, huh?”
Mood lightened, they probably should address the elephant in the room… “I saw who you were fighting against…” He breaks into a grin again. “Sir Andrei! Good fellow, I fought alongside him when we retook Garreg Mach.”
When he comes to, it's not the endless sky he sees but the med tent's canopied ceiling. The aches from the Frelian prince's arrows are duller now and tinged with the familiarity of healing magic. He's risen from worse blows.
Now that he's out of the battle, he's not sure how to feel about it. So he decides not to.
Forde's familiar voice is a comfort in its own way. Ephraim pushes himself up slowly, aware of his body's limitations but unwilling to remain laying down. "Forde?" He exhales a long sigh. "Thank you."
A snort of amusement leaves him, jostling him enough that he feels the ache again in his shoulder. He presses his hand over it but doesn't say anything about the pain. "At least you didn't take one on the battlefield this time." Then his brow raises as if asking, right?
As the topic changes, his mood dampens.
"Hmm... I imagine that was the blond man. He was a good opponent, but needs to work on his lance skills."
He thinks about telling Forde that his advice was wrong. Well meaning, but ultimately wrong. Yet, he can't bring himself to say it. And he doesn't want to think about why that is either. He's held to hopes too long.
He mentally pushes his thoughts aside. "Did you see Tiki in her dragon form? Just like Myrrh's. I didn't know there were dragons here. I'll have to find her later and ask if she knows of Myrrh."
That, at least, has him smiling.
i have a headache and a earache and a stuffed nose and maybe ive got a cold. thats not fair.
I just need you guys to know that I am going to hurt Raiden’s feelings. I know I don’t want to hurt his feelings. But it’s just business. I hope you can understand.
Don’t take it personal Raiden ꃋᴖꃋ