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"Valter, you know there are better things to do besides sulking in your room...want to do something with me? just the two of us no one else."
Valter laughed bitterly, refusing to budge from his fortress of hatred and regret. “Aren’t you afraid to be seen with me?” he asked bitterly. “I don’t know why you even bother hanging around someone as I. Leave me. I wish to be alone.”
It's hard for her to parse out if it was fear or knowing it was a wasted effort that had held her back this long. She knows his reputation, has heard rumor and seen a fragment of his handiwork, and it seemed that overhearing a disgusting request to her brother was her tipping point. Corrin abhorred unnecessary violence, but she had to confess it was the only language they spoke commonly. She walked right up to Valter, Yato drawn. "Leave. Them. Alone." ~thegraypath ((5' 4" more like 5' fite me))
@thegraypath
“Do you really think you’re protecting them, little princess? Do you really think you can protect ANYONE?”
"Happy Birthday...I apologize for avoiding you and such but in truth, here." *Valter receives Szilagyi Shield from Jonathan*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TWINS!
“Hmm? A shield?” Valter asked, puzzled. “But I already have one... What does it do?” he asked, placing his Fili Shield aside so that he could investigate it closely.
"Are you ready for the dinner, my love?" Jonathan's heart was pounding but yet nervous with excited for this moment.
Valter seemed different today. He stared at Jonathan with a little mix of confusion, and a bit of subdued amusement. “Why… Yes. I am. Is something the matter, my little Ebonwing? You seem as though you have something to share…”
"You did your best out there love, but remember there's always someone stronger out who will be better than you and Ephraim, win or lose." Jonathan tried to cheer Valter up but also giving him a bit of a encouragement lesson.
Valter just hugs him.
He’s already done with his temper tantrum right now he just wanted soft people and back pats. And meat. He could for like seven steak dinners right now.
I know u said it was late but also I love tormenting shiori so: Towel, reverse.
(Hi I still have a few of these left shhh bear with me)
Walter had just begun to relax, the warm water doing wonders to help loosen up his tight muscles and ease the pain of his shattered leg. He was even beginning to ENJOY himself, strange as it felt to say it.
But then, he heard the sound of footsteps, and his enjoyable evening soak turned into a mad dash for whatever scrap of clothing he could cover his naked form with.
“S-Sorry, sorry...” he explained quickly, moving to ensure his grotesque leg was hidden behind one of the ornamental sculptures. “I thought -- I thought I would b-be the, er... the only...” He trailed off into a bunch of meek, unintelligible mutters, keeping his eyes averted from the stranger.
The Inferno | Corrin & Libra
Libra was of the firm opinion that, regardless of where he’d ended up, it was certainly hell. The sun was warm, enough so that he’d shucked the protective, hoodless cowl that weighed so heavy on his shoulders, and he’d also pulled his the white overshirt off as well. The attempt to beat the heat was not going well, as his flushed countenance would assure.
Also, the square was crowded, people bumping into him nearly constantly. At least (the very least, Naga preserve him) his undershirt was long-sleeved as well, so that the casual, indifferent contact points were protected by a layer of cloth. And black, which just made him feel even warmer. Ugh.
And this wasn’t even a desert town. This horrible, sweltering, crowded hell of a place was a port town.
“Excuse me, but is it always so hot here?” Libra asked the first person who wasn’t rushing past him.
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Percy tossed a small bag between his hands as he walked around the grounds, unsure precisely what to do with it, and with his lack of direction, his body had ultimately decided to at least have a little fun with the sack. From one hand to the other, it was juggled, and it was continued in a fairly predictable pattern. He'd throw it in the air, wait for it to land in his other hand and he heard a little jingle of metal moving about, and then he would take that as his cue to propel it back up again skywards and allow gravity to do its magic of making it all a cycle.
Not particularly paying too much mind to where he was going, instead becoming extremely involved this repetitious task that confirmed that, yes, Percy had some sort of control over at least something in life, the wyvern rider ended up accidentally walking straight into the noble, colliding a bit to the point that Percy staggered only a bit backwards, though the contact did disrupt his rhythm and make him unable to catch the bag.
Mumbling a bit in aggravation at himself, he quickly broke out of that spell after he bent over to pick up the pouch and look over at the person he had also interrupted the life of. When he noticed who it was, an association popped up in his mind.
"Agh! S-Sorry, Corrin!" He cried out with a bit of a delay. "You alright?"
