#emmeryn support

[bloodthirstymoonstone]

@tomestobetold answered your ask: "Eirika" seemed totally unaware that anything was...

Oh something was OFF with this one, but she liked it. He was unpredictable, impulsive. Like a barrel of gunpowder in a room full of candles. It made her grin, a wide but strangely sincere gesture, baring her teeth for a moment from behind those red painted lips.

“I would love to!” she exclaimed, laughing with a strange combination of two voices as she wrapped her arm around his and stepped in close– daringly close– to take to the ballroom floor once more.

“Dance with me!”

FINALLY! Someone with the guts to face him down on the dance floor! Was this a dance or a fucking standing-around party? “Eirika” felt like people should be kissing her feet by now. Who else would shake up this dull, terrible party?

She dragged the Exalt to the dance floor, giggling as they got in position. “I’m not used to leading, but I think I could tryyy?” he lied, eyes glittering with a sort of sadistic twinkle as he looked into her eyes.

[mindofchonsin-blog]

Phantoms at the Opera (Yen’fay + Emmeryn)

@aurelentsovereign (From x)

“Inside the play itself?” Emmeryn repeated, leaning forward in her chair in order to peer down to the stage. The curtain was still drawn, but if she didn’t wish very dearly to know how they’d pull it off, she would eat her opera glasses. And his excitement was so infectious, she couldn’t help but also get excited.

“Why, Lord Yen’fay, I would be more than delighted to accompany you afterwards, I suspect we shall have many things to talk about, whether the play stands tall in the face of our expectations or falls quite flat!”

To be able to speak of the play afterwards did sound delightful in fact! So delightful that she smiled quite warmly at him, unwilling to hide how the anticipation of an excellent evening was affecting her.

He couldn’t help himself -- he smiled back at her, fondly grasping one of her hands in his. “I’m quite sure we will, Milady. I can’t wait.”

But it seemed as though waiting would have to be something he got comfortable with, and fast. The auditorium filled slowly, and people still milled about, chatting and looking through their playbills. Perhaps he’d misjudged when the play was actually supposed to start? Or, maybe it was just a slow night. He wasn’t entirely certain.

As they sat and waited, an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Yen’fay had temporarily worked through the slight anxiety of being in her presence while he was talking about the drama about to unfold in front of them both, but now... he felt as if he was back at square one. 

He glanced slightly at Emmeryn. He wondered if she still remembered the... greeting she’d given him last time they met. It had been weighing heavily on his mind since then, and he was dying to ask her... something about it.

“...” He cleared his throat slightly. “Erm... Lady Emmeryn, if I may?” he asked, ignoring the blush steadily rising in his cheeks again, and locking eyes with her. “Perhaps it is inappropriate for me to speak so plainly, but I... have given much... thought to the time you kissed me.”

His warm, brown irises held her gaze, unwavering. “I was thinking... How magnificent it would be if I were allowed to return the favor in kind, Milady.”

[cursedbybirth]

no wait, don't post that one. beeps politely

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE. || 23. A text asking for advice

[SENT - 8:30AM]: Hey Emmeryn I have a quick question. I need some help.[SENT - 8:30AM]: Do you think it’s possible to start over again with people?

[sapphiresovereign]

Serenity || Emm & Chrom

@aurelentsovereign​

There was a careful balance of how much trouble he should get in. Too much or too little would not yield the desired result.

It wasn’t as though being in trouble was very fun, but if he managed to hit the sweet spot, the scolding of a nursemaid wouldn’t be enough. That day he was particularly ornery, particularly lonesome. Lissa had gone to spend the day with Maribelle, and Sully nor Frederick were any the closer.

It was far too easy to appear caught in the act; ceramic chips scattered on the ground and wooden sword in hand. And as luck would have it, a servant was tugging him by the ear towards Emm’s study. (She rarely had time to spare anymore past the odd meal or bedtime kiss.)

‘Now tell her, my Prince,’ The servant harshly told ‘what you did.’

“I was playing swords inside and broke a vase.” Chrom said, trying to sound ashamed, but failing to hide some of his excitement. Maybe she’d lecture him a while, but give him kisses and hugs when he said he was sorry.

[flightlessfell-blog]

chu!!!

It takes her only a moment to begin flustering: being kissed by someone is one thing, and being kissed by Emmeryn is another thing entirely. But though she has a thousand thoughts about it (What? What??? What’s going on?), she can only stand there with her mouth agape, ears turning scarlet. She draws her hand to her cheek, where the feel of Emmeryn’s lips still tingles.

“… H-??? H- Huh?” She still doesn’t know quite what to call her: Chrom and Lissa called her Emm, and Frederick called her Milady– but surely, neither of those things would be appropriate for someone of her own stature. “Is something the matter- your highness?”

[frontline-knight-blog]

(ooc; h...hypothetically) "What will it take for you to go on a date with me?"

“Your Grace... In confidence... I’ve been asking that question a lot to myself lately... How to ask someone to a date, I mean, please don’t misunderstand! I’m not talking about you specifically..! I just... Think that, if I were to ask someone out, the most likely candidate is... A person who wears long robes, has a very noble standing in society and possesses ephemeral beauty and has two younger siblings I am rather fond of. I assure you though, i-it’s not you! It’s just that... I realized my feelings for her are as intense as the ones I experience for milord Chrom and Lady Lissa... I think... You-- I mean, she’d just have to say the word and I would drop anything I’m doing to please her and meet her every expectation. Live to serve-- but the chances of that are slim and I am a rather dull and unappealing individual to date myself... As much as I’ve-- I mean, others have pined and longed for your heart before, if I were you, I wouldn’t concern myself with romantic affairs that has something to do with me-- and others I mean. I am just pleased to be able to stand in the same room as you, milady.”

[mindofchonsin-blog]

🏃 Steals a kiss!!

“Lady Emmeryn!!!”

Yen’fay can do nothing to suppress his great shock, nor the intense blush working itself across his face and even down his neck like an invasive plague. His back went impossibly rigid as he stared down at the ex-Exalt with an almost bewildered expression.

Words. Words! He needed to say something!!! His brain whirled at top speed.

“Erm... Thank... you...?”

Smooth.

[cursedbybirth]

Afternoon Tea || Robin & Emmeryn

@aurelentsovereign

Robin was nervous.

It was hard to say how things were exactly left between Emmeryn and themselves after their last chat. Robin didn’t regret it - Emmeryn deserved to know what had happened post-death and pre-resurrection. The world had gone to Hell and then back. But the reveal of Robin’s role in what happened had left them anxious about her feelings and her approval.

That was why they were looking forward to this as well. It would be nice to get to know Emmeryn better and to talk with her about themselves. They would be technically related one day and it would be beneficial if they had a good relationship. Besides Robin had always wanted to know more about Emmeryn, even before everything.

Robin had made the tea, not sure if it was to her liking. They had gone at it in a more logical way, putting in a certain amount where it would steep well and the aroma was lovely. The taste wasn’t too bad to Robin either. So they had high hopes it would do just fine. A few foods that usually went with tea were there as well.

It was strange to be so nervous in a setting that wasn’t a battlefield or a strategy meetings. Yet, they had to believe that they had no reason. Emmeryn had the time to take in all that they had told her. And she wouldn’t have agreed to this if she hated them, right?

Robin settled down on the chair. No reason to get worked up before Emmeryn even arrived. They’d take this as it happened, not looking ahead for once to what could occurred.