#emblazure

[brashenheart]

@emblazure​​ | starter call (Hilda and Balthus)

“But if you’re not doing the paperwork, and I’m not doing the paperwork...who’s driving the carriage--I mean, papers?”

[azuredmoon]

THEY treat him like a porcelain doll after Duscur -- one they keep at an arm’s length least they wanted him to break upon contact. The Kingdom could not bear losing another noble lord in the flames of tragedy, most of all its last crest-bearing heir. And although no one would look Dimitri in the eye now or speak to him the way the used to...it at least kept their pitying gazes to a minimum and their talk of condolences to a manageable size. 

His days were filled with nothing but medical examinations and listening to adults talk as if he wasn’t in the room. He pretended he wasn’t in the room. Instead, Dimitri opted to play a cynical game of truth or fiction ;; one in which he attempted to decipher which voice and figment were real and not. His old nursemaid who came back simply to check on him -- real. His stepmother, asking him to sit by her feet -- fake. His uncle asking him about funeral arrangements -- real. His father telling him to stop ruminating -- fake. ( His father was always fake. ) And Glenn reaching out to him and calling his name-- 

He blinked. No. Glenn was at Duscur. Dimitri saw the flames eat him and the life seep out of his eyes. The fragile prince sunk to his knees and gripped at the hem of the figment’s cloak. Real. Glenn was real -- and he sobbed and sobbed. 

“ GLENN,  they said you were dead I saw you died,” the prince cried, pressing his face to the leg of the knight. “ I saw you die ! Forgive me, my friend -- I -- I didn’t mean to leave you there. Please don’t go.....Stay....Stay...” @emblazure​

[ecntrc-aaaaa]

@emblazure​​ said: 💝 Annette for Felix?

random valentine’s day kiss   //   no longer accepting  3.  on the cheek

        come on , annie !!!! stop being so scared all the time and do it !!!!!

        her cheeks were flushed , eyes downcast as she tried to will herself to do this. mercie had told her to be confident ! insisting that there was definitely something there between she and felix ! but ... the idea of simply asking was just , oooooooh , so embarrassing and scary !!! she supposed she could sing it but , her songs always ended in unexpected ways , she didn’t trust herself ! words weren’t ever this difficult for her. oh , why did felix have to be so hard to speak to ?!

        it wasn’t just his personality , silly girl , it’s the way you feel about him too !

        she needed to say something , goodness she just needed to do something ! anything to get it across ; yes i like you quite a bit and i think , maybe , you might like me too. this was so silly ... they weren’t even students anymore ... all she had to do was speak , all she had to do was say his name---

        “ felix ! “ she exclaims much too loudly , considering he wasn’t very far away at all. in fact , he was right next to her , like he had been this entire time. “ i --- i have to tell you something ! i ... i ... “ blood rushed faster , heart pounding in a way she feared she might faint. do something now , do something now , do something now ! 

        she reaches up and kisses his cheek. 

        ... oh saints , why did she do that ?!

        a squeak falls out of her , hands raising up in some defense as she feels herself take a step back. “ s --- sorry ! i ... i really like you , felix ! “ oh shoot , she had shouted it didn’t she ? “ oooooooooh , annie , come on ! “ she spoke in exasperation before turning away from him completely. she had never been this clumsy ! she supposed she was giving the dining hall quite a show !

[solphrase]

       ❝ excuse me, lord leo ? ❞ fingertips tap her own collar, amusement bright in azure irises. the smile she wears doesn’t mimic the teasing ones his siblings would often wear, however. though flora smiles, it’s one of amused acknowledgement. ❝ it isn’t my place to say, my lord, but you needn’t push yourself so hard. ❞ she offers him an excuse, as if to say the taxes of war are what causes the inner sewing of his clothing to show ( of course, their long acquaintanceship has revealed it’s not just exhaustion that is the cause of it ).  ❝ no one will fault you for taking a moment’s rest. ❞ // @emblazure​

[machmuses]

True Swordsmen

Sorey stared at the blade in his hand, it felt light but a bit uneasy in his hand, it was much more different than the dagger he had been given when his village had been attacked. It was sharper, bigger and overall different. He felt nervous. What if he cut himself? Or someone else? "You aren't going to hurt anyone. It's just a wooden dummy" he told himself out loud, focusing on taking the stance he had seen adopted father do many times. However, he was at a loss of what to do next. Stances were one thing but his father had never shown him how to actually use a sword. Maybe just move it like a dagger? Could that work? Slowly he put his feet in front of the other and swung. He could already feel something was off but he wasn't sure what.

[ecntrc-aaaaa]

@emblazure​​   //   fe3h muses starter

        annette’s up with a start , a small yelp leaving her as a hand reaches out with a vague glow of some spell. she isn’t conscious enough to realize she’s done it , though it’s never quite cast. instead , it dies down as she clumsily slips out a ‘ wha --- what ? where am i ? ‘ it takes a few moments for her to decipher her surroundings. book , books ... shelves , a table ... she was in the library. her sleepy eyes lull just a bit more , mm , this was familiar to her. she’s about to lay her head down once more , sneak a few more minutes of sleep , when she catches sight of ---

        “ felix ! “ her eyes shoot open. and , for whatever reason , she stands abruptly. attempting to hide her sleeping ? even though she’s been caught red handed ? “ wha --- what are you doing here !? “ she asks , as if this wasn’t the library ... that’s open to the public.

[thronerot]

@emblazure​ (Veronica) || ♚

          There had been a small festival being put on in the town. He had heard many of his comrades speak excitedly about dressing up and participating in the activities that would take place. At first, Xander hadn’t shared those same sentiments. He felt ill suited for such festivities, but after hearing word of his siblings and even Veronica partaking in it he gives in.

          “Princess Veronica, allow me to accompany you. You shouldn’t go alone after all.”

[pegasuslance]

➤ @emblazure​​ [ STARTER CALL : FOR GLENN ]

                                           “ Wha---that was...! ” Pale complexion overtakes the NOBLE’S face upon what had somehow passed by within the crowds. Surely this was a hallucination, if not a CRUEL one at that to creep around her skin. There wasn’t any mistaking those familiar features though she prayed to the GODDESS it was actually FELIX and not him. Her feet remain nailed to the ground, quite frightened about what just happened though felt a need to move. INGRID had to see, see for herself this wasn’t real or her own wishes wanting to be true. She let those hands tightened up into fists and bit her lower lip, forcing her feet to move. From the crowd of others, it seems they weren’t noticing anything since they did not know him around the monastery’s quaint town. Everyone dismissed what occurred as emerald hues remain locked onto the one she was after. She ignored whatever distractions, including catching her breath, just to follow (it wasn’t him...it wasn’t him---she tells herself).

                                           The sound of other people were being drowned out and INGRID is met with the nearby woods surrounding the academy. It was quiet with nature’s animals being the only ones emitting noise. She seemed to have lost whoever it was that trailed around this region. A foolish look surfaces around her face...knowing better than to believing in these visions. Perhaps it was FELIX and not---a twig snaps at that moment. The GALATEA NOBLE gives a quick turn before emerald hues widened completely at the sight. Those features were standing out as clear as day, almost wanting to break down on her knees. “ No, it...it can’t be. This is some kind of joke, is it? Or are you...really here GLENN. ”