#devotaed

[decodei-blog]

            “...I could’ve figured you saved me back there... but perhaps I was wrong?” / @devotaed

[of-invisible-ties]

@devotaed  II Starter Call

“Sloppy, Jakob. Unmistakably so.”

“Just as your tea beggars for improvement, so do does your sword arm. Your stance is off the mark. Pah! We’ll stop here for today. I can already see that you’re sweating.”

[psypherwitch-blog]

            “I must commend your skill---but not without you first stating your business here. I don’t recall assigning you to this particular battle.” | @devotaed

[proeluim-blog]

     ❝  I’M FINE,  Jakob  ---  really  !  ❞  She knows that her protests fall on deaf ears, the butler being too stubborn to listen to her pleas. Yes, she had been having coughing fits since the other day, but surely she was fine, right  ?  (  even if she was sick, he still didn’t need to make such a fuss  !  )  Ashen locks slip over her shoulder with a cant of her head, rosette lips tugging downwards into a slight  FROWN.  She was concerned, really  ---  considering how he usually was, he would only work himself ragged worrying over her possibly having a mere cold  !

    @devotaed  |  from  ♔

[betheirwayfinder-blog]

@devotaed liked for a starter

She doesn’t know where she is, or how she got there. 

It’s not an altogether strange thing for her, all things considered. She’s used to wandering, to worlds appearing and disappearing as if by magic. Or darkness. But here, now? She blinks, confused and disoriented. It’s dark, but not as dark as she’s used to -- there are stars now, none of them flickering, none of them falling. The moon does not glow the strange, shadowed color she’s used to, nor disappear when she turns her head. It is the beacon it is meant to be, and for several long moments, she stares in wonder. 

She is somewhere else. 

The man standing near her does not seem overly alarmed, but she finds that even with a hard shove and a grunt of effort, she can’t stand. Her head spins. What happened to her? What happened to them?

“Excuse me?” Her own voice is hoarse, strange. She ignores it, clearing her throat and speaking up. “Where... am I?”

[divinedgrace-blog]

  ❛    it was you who prepared this ?   ❜  she brandishes an empty cup as a lancer would his lance . sudden gaiety seizes her form , words rich with appreciation .  ❛  what a delectable concoction ! and this color - ! simply ENCHANTING ! oh , how it reminds me of a lovely rose drink we have back home in my dear rausten ... you must tell me what’s in it . only the best , i’m sure . ❜  / @devotaed

[heldstrong-blog]

i'm here, i've come, to set shit Straight and end the Shenanigans, laslow

helo jakob , care to join me for some hot choclety milk ?