#dancing duelist

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Sword wielder Laslow in FE Heroes

[royalrust-blog]

[fatebled]

          it’s surreal to think that each individual sphere would hold such a myriad of objects or activities;   how that comes to be,   freyja hasn’t the faintest idea.   nonetheless,   she never hesitates to use   -   though she prefers the term borrow out of necessity   -   to use some of the decoration:   a blanket here,   a fire’s warmth there,   a sweater once.   however,   this time,   as she enters the warmth of the sphere,   she finds herself surrounded by the sweet aroma of cookies.   while she would never be tempted by such treats otherwise,   she can’t recall her last meal & her stomach rumbles uncharacteristically loud   -   enough to justify that she’ll take just one.

          ...   alright,   so perhaps that may have been more than one;   in fact,   when she hears footsteps resonating behind her & she spins around from the sudden noise,   she’s mid-bite into her fourth treat.   an embarrassing sight normally for the princess-turned-retainer;   it’s even more so when she realizes just who has stumbled upon her gluttony.

          “   r   ---   rawsrow   !   ”   her mouth is unable to say his name properly,   still filled with the taste of sugar-coated confections.   face flushing from humiliation,   she holds a hand to her lips,   chewing quickly though thoroughly & swallows,   before attempting to speak once more.   “   laslow,   this isn’t   ---   i wouldn’t   ---   ”   her hands try to gesticulate by swaying back and forth,   as if to deny her partaking of the sweets;   but by now,  it’s far too late to rejection the notion,   given that he’s already seen her eat one.   by the gods,   how embarrassing this is.   certainly,   she wouldn’t mind going back in time once more to avoid this messy situation.   “   that is to say   ---   they were there & i was quite famished;   i   ---   i would never willingly take food unless i absolutely needed to   ---   !   ”   //   @dancing-duelist

[fatebled]

given her usual nature of traversing alone due to the secrecy & urgency of her missions, lucina is hardly deterred awakening in a strange forest, unfamiliar to the lands of ylisse.   of course, she remains ever wary, ever vigilant   ---   though she has the strength to protect herself should the need arise, that doesn’t mean she can allow herself to be careless.   her hand remains ever ready to draw her blade, eyes cautiously glancing around.   her senses remain ever sharp as she treads through, attempting to find her way out of this maze-like forest.   

a twig snaps & lucina’s eyes widen;   in a split second, her blade is withdrawn & pointed it in the direction of the noise.   "   who goes there   ?   reveal yourself   !   "

// @dancing-duelist

[ariettarp-blog]

The lovely Inigo is ready to be looked at! The app can be found under /glade.

It was so light and cheerful! and then it got Sad.Ahem.

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