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[ofstrifes-blog]

          ❛ IT NEVER HAPPENED, ALRIGHT?  ❜ The former ( not ) SOLDIER would grunt, arms folded over his chest, comfortably, as he spoke. He’d thought the entire donning a dress && wig ordeal would be a one-and-done situation. But, here this person was, trying to drag those accursed memories back to the forefront.           @astrabladed // s.

[caraidean]

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“Ayra, please.”

“I don’t need to learn how to use a sword. There’s plenty of scary fighters around me already, I’ll do just fine with my magic.”

[isaachianswordplay]

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The image of her mother, covered in burn scars and yet more beautiful and graceful than anyone else she had ever met, had hung fresh in Lakche’s mind since the day her mother had left. Ayra had made a promise before walking out the door that she would put a stop to the raids on the village by bandits, that she would return home before long. True to her word, the bandit raids came to an end as soon as she left, but nobody had seen hide nor hair of Ayra since. Lakche had never given up hope, of course; on numerous occasions she had snuck out of the village, knowing full well the consequences of getting caught by imperial patrols, to try and find some sign of her mother.

Time and again her brother had pleaded with her to give up, to stop putting herself and the others at risk for something that they both knew quite well Lakche would never find. Loathe as she was to admit it, there wasn’t much chance Ayra would still be alive after all those years. If she were, she would have returned home long before then. At least, Lakche hoped she would have. As far as she knew, Ayra hadn’t been keeping any secrets for her family that would have led to her leaving them.

The day that Ayra returned, however, was entirely unlike what Lakche had expected. She had gone to war and returned relatively unscathed, nowhere near the poor condition her mother had been left in. She had returned to her search for Ayra, but was nearing the point where she would abandon it and give up hope.

“Mother!” Lakche gasped, eyes growing wide with shock. “Is... that you?” Was she hallucinating? She remembered Seliph confiding in her about speaking to his parents after their confrontation with Arvis. She had assumed he imagined the whole thing-- the war had taken quite a toll on him, after all. Was she, perhaps, imagining this? Was Ayra’s ghost visiting her the way the ghosts of Seliph’s parents came to him? Or... was it truly her?

[isaachianswordplay]

✿ WHAT U REMEMBER BABY

✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps

If Lakche is ever asked to remember something from when she was a child, the first thing that will come to her mind is also the same thing that drives her even still. She has a vivid image of her mother standing over her, sword in one and and an infant Ulster in the other, fending off bandits that had chanced across the village. She can’t remember the specifics of the situation, but the image is burned into her brain. It is what she thinks of anytime Ayra is mentioned, and it is what she strives to be one day.

[lionheartofnordion]

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monstrous headcanons (accepting) · thank you, @astrabladed​!

⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them 

For all that Eldigan and Lachesis have a far more complicated relationship than they seem to at first glance, she is one of his driving forces in life. Lachesis is full of life and fire and while he often wishes she had a bit less of a temper and confrontational attitude, she is also inspiring and a reminder of the cause he is fighting for.

[lionheartofnordion]

The world is cruel. The world is wicked.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame Starters | accepting

    There was an undeniable truth to Ayra’s words, as much as Eldigan hated to hear it. It was sad, however, to watch a woman like her sound so bitter. He knew soldiers like the princess of Isaach; at their best and dead-set on protecting their loved ones — all the more it felt strange not to hear wide-eyed idealism and belief in the good in the world but a more jaded approach.Then again, considering what she’d gone through he certainly wasn’t in a place to judge her for it, was he?

“That is why it is all the more important we work hard to be our best.”The prince smiled with a lingering hint of sadness.

“If the world won’t treat us kindly, at least we be good to each other.”