#daphnelight

[azuredmoon]

"I-INGRID ! Please...don’t laugh...Though, in truth, how do you mount a wyvren ? You...you know I’ve never ridden one before...” And he’d really hate to fall 20 feet from the sky and all due to one mishap or misstep. Truly...why did the professor assign him to such a task?  @daphnelight

[lovewelry-a-blog]

       ❝ aw, thank you so much! you’re such a sweetheart, ❞ hilda praises, waving as the male student she had been speaking to walks off. in her arms are a small basket of baked goods ( specifically muffins and pound cake ), the smell wafting from the sweets almost pacifying her quietly rumbling stomach. oh, she can’t wait to go back to her room and have these with a nice cup of tea. 

    hilda is prepared to go off to snack, turning on her heel only to pause as she spots a certain blonde staring in her direction. she isn’t close enough with anyone of the blue lion house to know anyone’s personalities, but she sure hopes she won’t get a scolding from her fellow noblewoman about playing another boy like a fiddle. 

    “oh, hello ingrid,” comes the polite greeting, smile friendly. “i couldn’t help but notice your stare... could it be you’re hungry too?” 

@daphnelight

[fralduke]

❛  ingrid.  ❜  her attention his elsewhere ----- so much so that should he have been her foe, surely there would have been a deadly consequences. luckily, for her, he dared not swing his blade.  instead, he’ll settle for attempting to get her attention.  ❛  ... hello?  ❜   /   @daphnelight​

[enlighth]

@daphnelight​ / plotting call !

       he’s standing at the center of five cats. there’s just so many of them that hang around the monastery, byleth finds it rather easy to get distracted by them on his days off. a few seconds past and he lifts his gaze to see ingrid ... remembering everyone’s names is easier than he thought it would be. adjusting isn’t too hard. with a thoughtful look on his face, he gives he a wave before speaking.  “ hey, ingrid. i wonder why so many cats live here ... do you think the chefs feed them? ”  

[bladedspite]

INGRID

         it was almost out of character for felix (  of all people  ) to be the one with his hand outstretched towards her.  he wasn’t the type to dance , despite learning how to many years back.  for a moment , emerald orbs would flicker from hand to his crimson eyes , watching.  this really was something new.  she wasn’t going to let this opportunity to slip by , it had been a while after all.  her hand reached towards his , being gently held by her friend before standing in a familiar position of a waltz.     ❛   well now, since it has been a while. do you still remember the steps?   ❜

         a challenge.  he responded well to those.

  dancing is something that comes easily to him, a skill that requires rhythm, balance, and proper footwork. he’s not happy the overlap between that and swordsmanship exists but it’s there all the same and it was something ingrid noted even when they were young. in those days she would’ve been the one to not so much as ask but demand he be her dancing partner: dimitri always gripped her hand too tightly and sylvain was... well sylvain. but his uncharacteristic offer this time around is anything but a display of sentimentality. he sees the question lingering in her gaze even as she takes hold of his hand and falls into step.

“better you than someone else. and if we’re dancing, people will stop pestering me.” he sighed, fingers twitching where they lay braced against her shoulder blade. “i understand having this ball for the sake of others but i can’t begin to imagine why attendance is mandatory.”    

step, side, close. step, side, close. step- 

“— this is a waste of time.”

[scngstcss]

@daphnelight

“Ingrid, my dear!” Dorothea exclaimed as she looked at the other. She immediately noticed a scratch on the other’s cheek. The battle was quite a hard one this time. The magic, the swordsmanship, archery, everything was something that they had to learn. Or they won’t survive. None of them. Arnault didn’t want to die and she wanted to protect others. She wanted to protect those who were dear to her heart. That’s why when she saw Ingrid’s small injury, her worry skyrocketed. Yes, she was powerful. Galatea was stronger than many and it was making Dorothea’s heart burn with respect for the other. But still... “Let me look at it. It may look like a small scratch, but it’s bleeding. Don’t touch it with your gloves, ok? I’ll wash it off with my handkerchief. I’ve got water here, too.”

[motherssins-arch]

“ good morning, ingrid! ” the tactician chirps cheerfully at the noble, smile bright and warm. “ did you sleep well last night? ”

@daphnelight​ ✨’d!

[knightsdeath]

there is the memory of the childhood and there is the reality of their lives in the here and now and that she is a constant presence in his life / from the time that she was BORN ( betrothed to his brother, the beloved of his brother, his brothers ———— ) means that her presence is not surprising. in fact, it is as unobtrusive as a woman like ingrid could feasibly be. yet it remains still yet IRRITATING when he wishes, as always, to be alone. ❝ must you keep pestering me? ❞

to think there was a time when he had ———— was there a time? was there?

@daphnelight // sc.