#cureher

[spkemuth]

@cureher​  :   “we did it! “ an elated smile takes up the majority of her face, though obviously spent from their show. “we actually did it!” perhaps any other time she’d refrain from touching the other, not until they’ve both washed off all their sweat and grime, but mercedes couldn’t stop her feet. in a running start, she crushes piers into a large hug, giggles erupting from her lips.

oh, of all the hymns he could sing of her divinity. nothing and absolutely nothing would match the heaven’s sigh at the sight of her. there was no other sight quite like the one before him, his chest rose and fell in hopes of coming down from the high of their performance  -  mic stand gripped tightly in careful hands as emerald eyes caught the woman’s start towards him. a short intake of air and he steps back from the mic stand to avoid harm, he wanted to simply step off the stage. but that wasn’t going to happen, not now at least  -  ❛  oi, mercie, careful there, doll. you’re gonna -  !  ❜  it was far too late, he felt the sudden arms wrap around him. and there, piers remained in that crushing hug.

he strained out a laugh as he raised his arms a bit, as much as the cold air sweeping through spikemuth was helping. the sweat and grime surely didn’t make this hug all too welcoming but ignoring all of that. he felt the touch of a smile grace his painted features,  ❛  you’re gonna end up killin’ me one day if you keep doin’ that.  ❜  he huffs a laugh as he wrapped his arms around her, the smell of sweat mingled with the scent of lavender. an odd mix, but it was something he had grown used to. whenever she walked by him, the scent of lavender followed, whenever she hugged him. he was enveloped in warmth - it felt like home ... this warmth, this adoration. it was unlike him to let these emotions through.  ❛  we did it, doll. we did it.  ❜  he speaks softly as he pulls away slightly, cupping her face as he gave a small smile.  ❛  you played amazin’ tonight, i knew i could count on you.  ❜

[arydbhar]

" your highness ! " mercedes smiles, handing him a small gift - wrapped box with chocolates inside. " i know you've already gotten a lot, but you have to save room for mine, okay ? "

her words reach him like a melody most playful and kind, without a doubt her voice could drag him back to reality and guide his mind to much gentler thoughts. and these moments were most definitely welcomed, to see her smile so warmly towards him, he could feel his steady heart swell and it is matched with his subtle intake of air. ❛  mercedes … is there something you require of me?  ❜  and it comes as shock when she is now holding a box, gift - wrapped in silver and blue, his single eye widening some at the sight and his expression is entirely left to speechlessness. 

❛  is … is this for me? truly?  ❜  it was true that he had received gifts from others, but he didn’t see such things differently. now … with mercedes, he could feel the air in his lungs choke him and he remains quiet for a moment longer. how should he respond to such a thing? turn it down out of embarrassment? no, that’d give such horrid signals to the woman before him and it seems that it put him in a situation he didn’t expect. ❛  i … t - truth be told i did not expect i’d get something from you …  ❜

the shroud of bashfulness hit him harder than he expected as he placed a hand to the back of his neck, still wondering how to approach it. well, first things first, he should accept the gift! he couldn’t simply leave her still holding it, but he always felt bad … he was unable to truly enjoy the taste of the sweets she’d make him, and yet … that never stopped her from gifting him and offering the things she’s made. a beautiful soul she was, truly. ❛  you’re far too kind, mercedes … you didn’t have to go through such troubles, but  —  i appreciate your thoughtfulness.  ❜

now with both hands he reached out and claimed the box, treating it with so much care as if he’d damage it upon touch. you don’t deserve these —  after all you’ve done, you do not deserve these. he thinks to himself, and perhaps it’s heard through the shaky exhale that escapes this deadly vessel, and perhaps it’s seen in the small glint of sorrows and worries in his eye. but he takes another breath before speaking once more,  ❛  would you like to share some with me?  ❜  his smile is soft, warm and hopeful that she’d say yes. anything to chase away these worrying thoughts from his mind.

[faelot]

[ pilot ] hit it ferdie

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 working in the dining hall, ferdinand was sure that it had already hit midnight by the time he realizes that the sun has finally retreated for the time being. the shadows outside cast by the light shining within the hall itself,   i should retire for the night …   he thinks to himself, his hands ached, his eyes burned but even then, he has yet to perfect what seemed to be a simple dessert. never was he the one to so easily admit defeat and he would not let something so harmless and minuscule as a simple ecalir do him in. what would the others think of him if he couldn’t make a simple pastry?

but he was startled by the foreign voice from behind, curiosity was entwined with this feminine beauty and saintly was her gesture of help. but … ferdinand did not give up so easily when asked. turning to see mercedes herself standing there with glittering questions in her eyes.   ❛   i am trying to practice making eclairs! though … it is proving to be a moment of trial and tribulation.  ❜   and as he was about to continue with his words, mercedes is already trying the cream he had prepared and her face changed to an expression he was not familiar with in the sense of this fair maiden.    ❛   m - mercedes! i was not finished with that, you could have asked —   ❜

but it was too late, his face was flushed with embarrassment by the mere remembrance of her latest expression. and thus, it was now her turn to step in and aid the noble, graciously, he accepted with a shy thank you that was void of his usual confidence. her eyes watched him carefully and sometimes she would grab ingredients for him to add, other times she would speak about the speed at which he whisked the eggs or how the temperature for the milk mixture needed to be at. ferdinand found himself impressed by how natural and in control she was,     ❛   it seems i have forgotten just how skilled you are when it comes to baking sweets. i’m rather impressed, you seem so in contr —  ?   ❜

he is confused when she suddenly grasps the hand that grips the whisk and gently does she help him continue the same speed, had he gone too fast while lost in his own thoughts? and her touch … it brought about some raw nerves to burn at the touch from his prior attempts ( poorly making the pastry properly and many times they resulted in burns …. )     ❛   ah, my apologies! i will make sure i stay on track!  ❜

[riestr]

stop this he already has 2 gray hairs

[faimac-blog1]

✎

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse  /  accepting. :)

[blutgangs]

cureher replied to your post: i lost a follower because i posted about how...

you stole my headcanon

i did not????? god youre such a fucking liar.

[fralduke]

❛  you could have gotten hurt -------- why were you so reckless?  ❜   /   @cureher​

[16forms-a]

its sunny out so, look! three pairs of sunglasses!

he’s struggling to keep the other two pairs on his face