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[tragiclittlebonbon-blog]

@azureln

It’s been a few days since Maggie was unceremoniously dropped into this city (and apparently, not the first and not the only one). That did nothing to ease the shock she experienced meeting like, a small blue Godzilla. Running into him did her even fewer favors.

“Hey, watch where you’re -- oh shit. What the fuck are you?” 

[scngstcss]

🌹

@azureln

He didn’t like her like his sister did. The child of Dimitri, a kid who will become someone big in the future. He was already stepping on the road of a heroic catastrophy. Dorothea was not a fan of Dimitri, knowing how he was when the war was going on even when Byleth appeared. Lysandre was one hard person to crack, but he also reminded her of Felix in that sense. This meant that she would still annoy him because it was fun. As an aunt, it was her privilege. Byleth’s laughing was still echoing in her voice when Arnault had been teasing the young boy and his little sister. She sang to them both when they were younger, so much younger. 

Arnault felt old now when he had stepped forward, finally giving her a small smile of his own. It warmed her heart. He may not have liked her as much as his little sister, but that didn’t mean that Dorothea didn’t treasure the son of her professor less. He was just one of the treasures after this war. The son of her old friends. The gift of a peaceful time. 

“Lysandre,” the songstress giggled as she accepted the flower. Blaiddyd didn’t have to give her anything. He really didn’t have to. This young man didn’t have to give her any gifts when she had finished singing today. But he did. It made her so happy that she didn’t know how to react without sounding overdramatic. So Dorothea said, trying to be curt but sincere: “It’s beautiful. Thank you for this. It means a lot to me.”

And it surely did. 

[mercedist]

🌺 ( for Aunt Mercedes ^^ ).

Send “🌺” to put a flower in my muse’s hair!

   “ OH…?” Mercedes couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at Lysandre’s gesture of putting a flower in her hair. She hadn’t quite gotten a good chance to see what kind it was, but even from where it was she could smell it’s wondrous scent, it was truly soothing. “Thank you, Lysandre. I’m sure it’s lovely. It sure smells that way.”

[motherssins-arch]

part a:

morgs tends to brute force his way through social moments, more often with strangers than with his friends and family, and people he’s close too. with people he’s closer too, he can sorta read them alot better than strangers, and gauge what needs to be said / done.

truly difficult moments tend to be reacted with strong emotions. the more intense the moment, the stronger the emotions. a common occurrence is for him to either burst out into hysterical laughter or hysterical bawling.

part b:

any moment where morgs has to try to balance both sides of his life between the prince and the person, between duty and morality. he’s never quite sure how to deal with this, but he does have something of a safety net with the others.

42 questions. // @azureln

[harliquinade]

“Who’s the guy who invented the peanut?”

“Do I look like Wikipedia to you? Google it!”

And so she retrieved her own phone, typing the question into the search bar. Blue eyes scanned the screen for a moment, an eyebrow raised as she read the answer then she looked over at... whatever he was supposed to be and held her phone away from him.

“I ain’t tellin’ ya.”

[whohassummonedme]

“Taking a midnight stroll along the beach?”

Helps calm the nerves, and the beach is too noisy in the day.

And what of you? Here to throw rocks at fish? Draw offensive pictures in the sand?

[harliquinade]

❝Let’s see if I can do this without getting shot...❞

“Sure. Don’t worry I’ll be riiiight behind ya.”

She’s lying.

[neonchronos-blog]

“Is it supposed to hurt?”

SOME QUESTIONS SENTENCE STARTERS

Zero stares, not quite understanding what tje other refers to, has he never gotten hurt? or is he pulling his hair?

In the end it does not matter, silence stretched too far already makes the conversation awkward, so Zero’s straightforward. “Yes. It’s a cut and it hurts just like any other. It only stops hurting after you’ve been cut enough.”