#aspernatio

[sagelyexalt]

aspernatio replied to your post: I’m also considering making a page for mains and...

( Tbh, just because others do it you don’t have to do it too! It’s actually personal preference; and if you feel comfortable with the idea of it I’d say do it! Many just like to have mains around because they know they can yell at them 24/7 and whatnot! ;w; )

that is ENTIRELY what i do with my mains and friends, LOL-- just as maria and via and many others, i yell at them all the time

[armcur-blog]

❝ Wanna race? Maybe even a little contest together?  ❞

There was a rather brash sounding, deep voice soon followed by heavy sounding greaves and metal hitting metal. For whatever reason, Kjelle seemed to love her armor to the point of wearing it even when there was no fighting needed. The feeling of being weighed down actually made her life more interesting.

@aspernatio

[buttonsandlace-blog]

The man sighed, following Lissa who was determined not to stay in safety and rather aided those in needs. This thought was noble – yet foolish at the same time. But after their last battle Lon’qu was also determined, persistent even, to keep her safe. “…Thank you for treating my wounds before it was too late the other day. And forgive me for almost fainting. It’ll leave a scar but this will remind me of my weakness.” A rare smile showed up on his lips, yet the distance was the same.

Lissa turned curiously toward Lon’qu. She was almost too caught up in making sure that everyone else was properly taken care of that she nearly missed what the swordsman said. “Oh Lon’qu, there’s no need to thank me I’m just doing my job-...”

Wait, was he smiling?

At her? 

She dropped the basket of medical herbs in her hands and felt her face heat up as her heart began to beat faster. “You have such a cute smile~!” Lissa giggled airly.  “You should do it more often! ...and scars aren’t a reminder of weakness. To think that you’ve survived so many battles, I think scars are a show of strength! Besides, you got that scar protecting me so... It’s my fault. I’m the one who is weak...” 

[thedancingblade-blog]

Laslow & Peri? uvu

send me a ship!

ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

they aren’t personally my otp, but they’re really cute! their supports really tugged at my heart strings, like, GOD......

[buttonsandlace-blog]

Flower Language

@aspernatio

It was days like this that she always loved the most, and yet at the same time despised with all her heart. Bright summer days where she could wear light, frilly, and elegant sundresses, combined with the peaceful feeling in the air... it was days like this that reminded her the most of her late sister Emmyern. This was what she worked so hard to achieve; a time of peace in Ylisse, and yet she sacrificed herself, and would never get a chance to experience it herself. This seemed unbelievably unfair to the Princess.

With a heavy heart, Lissa went out into the castle courtyard. She heard the pitter-patter of small feet behind her and turned to see her dog Truffles. Lissa nursed the dog back to health, and he was the family dog, often going back and forth between siblings as it pleased. Today, however, the dog decided to follow the princess today. 

It was there that she found herself in front of a massive flower garden. This garden was something that Lissa had started with Emmeryn since she was young, and had been maintaining it every day since. Ylissean climate was moderate all year round, so she had to be diligent about taking care and watering them. It was at first, just an exercise for Emmeryn to teach her baby sister responsibility and the value of life, but soon it became a daily ritual for the two sisters to make their way hand in hand to their garden. Or rather, as the young Lissa liked to call it their “secret garden”. 

This garden was hidden, there was a small hole in the wall that led to a secret area of the courtyard. Emmeryn had told Lissa that this was a secret place that she and their mother use to meet up in.  The Royal guards never knew where this place was, not even Chrom had any idea about the location of this garden. Their mother set this place aside as an area where she could relax without having any guards or the responsibility of being Queen on her back and shared it with Emmyern, and now Emmeryn had shared with Lissa. Since they were both gone, it was up to Lissa to maintain it. With a bittersweet feeling building up in her heart, Lissa sang peacefully as she watered the plants.

“Our prayers meet no matter where we’re going In unison they beat the sky is glowing Above our thoughts we’ll find a key together To fill the day with all the things we treasure

A crystal view I’ll follow you An open gate Invites me through...”

Suddenly she hears someone calling her name. Her heart nearly skips a beat when she hears the familiar gruff voice of her retainer and bodyguard Lon’qu. She quickly picks some flowers and goes through the hidden entrance. 

“Hi Lon Lon~!” She smiles brightly. 

She tries her best to mask her pain and loneliness as she hides the neatly cut flowers behind her back. She doesn’t want anyone to worry. Ever since Emmyern’s fall a couple of months ago she has been depressed, often not eating or even sleeping, and when she does get sleep, it’s often disrupted by horrible nightmares of the moment the Exalt hit the ground. The guilt of not being able to help her sister eats away at her every day.

She then smiles flirtatiously at the swordsman. “My my, did you miss me already? Are you that eager to spend time with me?” She winks. She knew he was there to resume his position to guard her. The Princess just loved to tease him.

[tumbling-pegasus-knight]

To Yield

aspernatio:

Medical RP Starters!

                        —————— [ ❖ ] —————— verse: lone warrior

                   Lon’qu wouldn’t rest and lay down like pathetic fools who did not know the limits of their own bodies.  He could still handle the weight of his own body, no matter how many blood would drip out of his fresh and bloody wound. And he would get up on his feet.  A true warrior felt no pain – yet the man painfully had to admit that he always did.  Even though he clenched his teeth and tried to focus on his movements instead, he could not make the strong feeling of pain disappear into oblivion.  He was only a human being out of flesh and blood – who would never stop bleeding and hurting till he’d learned to avoid those mistakes and win flawlessly.  But just maybe, because he was merely a human man with no history or bloodline, he would never surpass the limitation of his own body. 

                   No matter how hard he fought and struggled – in the end his ability to improve had been always restricted and it was up to him to at least make the best out of it. Even if that meant to endure the aching pain of his own wounds.  He did not seek to disappoint those who believed that he could handle those fights, those wounds – and also those who believed in their ultimate victory.  There was no resting time, no peace and no guarantee that he wouldn’t stain his pride and honor if he hid himself, curing his wounds when others fought and died.                     The man had no learned to crawl on the ground when he had no strength left for simply nothing; and he had also not tried to become stronger in order to give up. Fainting was only the sign of having surpassed another limit; but it wouldn’t stop him from continuing.  The black view he saw while blinking would not hinder him in any way as long as his sword’s arm was still willing to obey his orders.

                   The weakness was spreading in his body, but as long as he still felt pain there was no need to worry.                         A man was only dead if he didn’t feel anything anymore.                                      { N o t   e v e n   h i s   o w n   s w o r d . }

                        —-“N-No.                               Begone, I can still…fight.”

                   Barely having any strength left to even speak, Lon’qu tried to hold himself on his feet. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and he could not even open his lips again to make her go away.  He disliked the presence of women, even more when he was wounded.

Hᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss.

It was a difficult situation with very limited resolutions. She could continue to persuade him or leave him in his current state, as the swordsman had wished. She lingered a ways above Lon'qu, eyeing him with furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed into a thin line. 

The latter of the two option presented she could not do. Not with a clear conscious and certainly not with what was at risk. She refused to allow a single person perish before her eyes. Even if it went against the other's wishes. 

She was a flighty and skittish woman. That did not equate to her lacking the backbone to stand firm with her decisions though. It's occurrences were simple rare and infrequent. It made those moments memorable to the beholder. The pegasus knight could and would be as stubborn as the mount she directed. But, only when the time for it arose. And now there seemed like no better time to use it. 

Tightening the gripping her lance the brunette shook her head feverishly.

"If you keep fighting your going to get yourself more injured or worse!  You need fall back Lon'qu!" She pressed. The woman's expression showed determination while posture echoed it. Deep down even despite the fear confident face she bore at the moment part of her doubted if the other would listen.

At the rate he was going he could very well end up giving into fatigue on the battlefield. However, if it was required of her to personally carry him away on her pegasus to safety once, Sumia would not hesitate to do so. "I can provide you all the cover you need to fall back, I promise."

[requiemsoldier-blog]

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[requiemsoldier-blog]

First Kill [[ Closed RP: aspernatio ]]

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         Training with Frederick was anything but a walk in the park. While Nora was making a steady progress, she knew Frederick could see that she lacked a certain initiative. She knew she was no soldier---nor was she knight, not that she could remember that is. But no matter how many times he trained her----hell, he could even train her to kill....but the true question was...could she do it? 

      Could the tactician take the life of another? 

    Making her way down the busy hallways, the sound of her boots echoed against the cobble stoned floors as she walked towards the mess hall. A meeting had been called and all the Shepherds were required to show up for a short briefing.

     As the bluenette entered the mess hall,  she found a sea of familiar faces masked by confused whispers. Quirking her brow, Nora quietly made her way to the nearest seat. The group continued to exchanged whispers between each other as Nora sat silently. An uneasy silence fell over the group, as the Ylissean Prince and his Great Knight entered the mess hall.

    Once quiet, Frederick immediately began a brief explanation on the situation. Speaking in a stern tone, he stated that village near by was being over run by Plegian troops. The first thing that came to Nora's mind was that Gangrel was getting more and more bold with his battle strategies. And by Frederick's tone, it seemed it wasn't going to be an easy task to push the Plegiean army out of the Village. 

    The room erupted once again as Frederick finished his briefing. Dismissing everyone from the room he advised them to prepare themselves for the worse.

         What did he mean by that? thought the Tactician uneasily.

    As the Shepherds began to pile out of the room, Nora seemed a little reluctant. Her gaze fixed on her lap as her thoughts began to eat at her thoughts. She wouldn't be lying if she said she was scared,  ”Don’t think…” she mumbled quietly.

    Silently, she followed the last few people out the mess hall; however….the thought of killing another human did not cease to weigh on her mind. Her lower lip twitched as she continued to pour over it---what will happen if she refused to kill her opponent...what if she hesitates---...

    "Don't think. 

                Don't think."

       She muttered trying to push the thought of killing an actual person to the back of her mind. 

     The gears were clearly turning in her head as she began to ready herself for battle. Continuing to mutter to herself as she took hold of her killing edge.

     Sliding the blade out of it’s blue lacquer sheath, the freshly forged metal it sang. The carefully crafted blade glistened in dull light of the barracks, it's blade reflecting off of the troubled bluenette’s features. Paler than usual—-her bistre gaze held no light as she silently tried to keep herself together.  

     Holding the flat side of her sword delicately against her forearm, her gaze was fixed on it’s curved edge——-looking for any wear that might have came to the blade when in use.