#awakenfate

[hartsgold]

          “looks like this little one thinks your earring is a flower.” he observes, smile unapologetic as he cradles a hand right underneath rosa’s jewelry, where a hummingbird flutters its beak into a bend of metal. “in all fairness, it is very pretty.”

@awakenfate​ 💃

[aethele]

@awakenfate​  //  little women :

“ you’re much too lonely here, Ferdinand. “ / rosa!

❝   what are you talking about ?   i am not lonely.   ❞   what a curious observation !   there is hardly a time ferdinand is not around people.   whether he is at the training grounds,   the knight’s hall,   or in the gardens,   there is always  someone  to talk to  ( and barring that:  horses,   or himself,   or sometimes even the armor he is polishing  -----  ).   his classroom is no exception,   he thinks,   as he packs up his notes and deigns her an incredulous look. 

❝   i have plenty of friends  in the black eagles house.   why,   just yesterday i trained with linhardt,   and we went on a run through the entire monastery !   besides,   i cannot leave edelgard alone with hubert.   he is an awful advisor.   just think of the consequences !   it would be chaos.   ❞

he folds one arm over the other,   chin lofty in his obstinance.   ❝   sorry,   rosamaria.   but i have no interest in joining the golden deer house,   and neither you nor lorenz will convince me.   ❞

[moliinar]

starter call @awakenfate​ !

❛Mercedes.❜  

Although his voice remains calm, deep with the warmth of it, it’s stress that laces the typically gentle line of his mouth. Yet another battlefield conquered, and yet even more wounds spread across their force-- though no more than the usual. And while he makes his way to her side, boots upon mud and trampled grass, the injuries in which he sees are small enough in nature for the edge of worry to ease ever so slight. Mercedes was their healer, and always the fearsome force. It would not stand to leave her be when she had tended to them all so carefully in the past-- in the present, still.

It wasn’t that Dedue was alone in wishing to offer help-- rather, the others were likely busy with their own wounds, and in all likeliness had not wished to contend with his hasty footsteps: quick in action, faultless in response. His priority would always be His Highness, but after that? His concern was free to wander.

Thus Dedue kneels, hand outstretched, gaze attentive. And, confident in her ability to make it through this well and largely unscathed, a smile makes its way. She was hurt, yes, but he would lend aid-- and all would be as it should. 

And it’s through this that the smallest attempt at humor blossoms its way forth, despite the blood on their skin.

❛It seems you are the one in need of aid, today.❜   

[firestarter]

     the alliance between those who slither in the dark and the empire - there’s a lot to say about it. but, more than anything, axel thinks it’s convenient. two of his greatest enemies joined in unholy matrimony... the stuff of dreams. he can’t wait to set it all aflame. two birds with one stone. 

     still, he’s not the type to get swooped away by some fantasy, especially when the fantasy’s way too good to be true. whispers drift back-and-forth behind closed doors. a lot of what slips through the cracks is bullshit. but some of it? some of it isn’t. axel knows how to parse through it all - though he’s not exactly sure what he’s looking for. something interesting, he supposes. something useful. 

     and he thinks he may have found those somethings in this woman. “y’know, i couldn’t help but notice... you don’t have the stench of the empire on you,” axel drawls, finally moving from his spot in the shadows. “you’re not from around here, are ya?” 

@awakenfate​; rosamaria.

[obligeas]

@awakenfate​ rq’d a one liner! // for Rosa

    “... I must concede defeat.” and more quietly, “how irritating.”

[venomvice]

❝ ——Do you like them? ❞ Arms drape along her shoulders as she leans against Catarina's back, chin resting atop of her shoulder. The light sparkles against the smooth surface of the earrings that are nestled within a small gift box and Rosamaria hums. ❝ I have the feeling you favor gold, but if you wish to see what silver looks like, I can happily return to the jeweler. ❞

          the slender hands that cross her shoulders as rosa rests against her come as no surprise. by now, she’s used to the other’s closeness –– might even go as far to say that it does more than comfort her: she welcomes it. 

          it isn’t until her eyes fall on the gift presented to her so thoughtfully, so gracefully, so selflessly, that catarina’s certain her head swims on contact. 

          rosamaria is a pretty labyrinth of mystery: she’s endlessly intelligent, quick on her feet ( both literally and figuratively ), sentimental in the way she smiles, and somehow, she’s as drawn to catarina as catarina is drawn to her. it’s more than a maze even now that she’s gotten to know her better. this woman who holds her heart is full of surprises with each passing day. how it flutters when she leans back and into her touch. 

          the box comes open with a soft pop, bending at its latch as the earrings shimmer. she looks them over in fond disbelief, never sure how to focus on such pricy trinkets. 

         she does her best. “oh, de la cruzita, of course i like them––they’re beautiful.” catarina knows she couldn’t just sit still and admire them forever, but she’s not sure how to put them on without feeling excruciating in front of a mirror. “i’d never have you do something like that. you’ve already gone so far out of your way, and… you were right, as always. i like them so much.” when she takes the small initiative to shift, she slants a light kiss over rosamaria’s lips. “leave it to you to figure out exactly what i like so much. i’m really going to struggle to take these off, you know.” 

[fatedsummoner]

@awakenfate​ continued (x)

“Sure, I got no problem sharing.” The hot chocolate slide towards Annette, grinning ear to ear while doing so. Kiran leaned against his chair. “Just so you know, this is Canadian style hot chocolate. Nature chocolate with maple syrup, cinnamon spice and marshmallows. Perfect way dealing with the cold, enjoy~!”

[companaich]

Answered Ask | @awakenfate​

           ❝ You needn't hover around like that. ❞ Rosamaria's fingertips graze along the spines of the tomes housed in Abyss, all rare and in no easy manner found above in the monastery. It's nothing less than a treasure trove to her. Where to start, now that is the question. One that Constance''s presence is keeping her from devoting her time towards answering. ❝ If you have something to say to me, I'd prefer that you'd be direct about it. ❞          

“Well, now. I’m not hovering, I am pondering.” Constance said pointedly, her fan batting against her hand a few times. She’d read most of the tomes here a time or two each by now, so the library held no more fascination for her - but the woman in front of her did. “After all, something occurred to me regarding that incident a day back.”

She stepped forwards out of the shadow into the gentle candlelight, her fan slipping back onto her belt as she instead put her hands on her hips. An excited smile seemed to be trying to leap onto her face,

“Peculiar, isn’t it, that the seal needed the presence of those descended from the Four Apostles - of their crests, to be clearer. I failed to think of it at the time due to my, ah, condition while in the open air...yet you were closer to the seal than I was at the time, and it still opened with just Yuri, Balthus and Hapi. Or did it?”

She narrowed her eyes a little dangerously even as the smile leapt to her lips, grabbing the woman by the wrist and tugging her arm out to her. “Lindhart mentioned in passing that you have a Crest he doesn’t recognize. But I, for one, consider it an outright pleasure to meet someone else with Noa’s blood. Why, that practically makes us family!”