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[verseandrhyme]

reconciliation

@jehannanmage

The Golden Deer.

When the concept of the three separate houses had been explained to Mitama, it had been evident from the get go that the Golden Deer was the only house worth noting. After all, while noble, lions were plagued with pride and its resulting downfall, and eagles just seemed like the class of hunting brutes. Neither possessed the kind of dignity that an artist like Mitama had hoped for.

Deer though, that was a creature worth admiring. Gentle yet regal, refined yet approachable. It had taken very little thought for her to decided that that was the house best suited for her purposes.

She was so incredibly disappointed the first time she met her classmates.

Rowdy. Loud. The faculty at this establishment expected this to be any kind of productive learning environment? Mitama arrived only to find her classmates loud, talkative, disruptive, inane, intolerable...

So she had simply left her class for the day. She had far better potential usage of her time than sitting around and waiting for her her classmates to destroy her hearing.

...such as sitting on the dock and feeding the ducks that waded in the water below.

Mitama sighed to herself. Well, her low expectations had already been disappointed, but she could find relief in the beautiful views that she now had access to.

...until she heard someone walk up behind her. Her next sigh was agitated. “If you have come by to tell me I must return to my class, I will insist that you find me a class worth returning to.”

[minorindech]

kiss! He smiles brightly, innocently, rocking on the heels of his feet before the booth. "You Will consider joining us for those singing lessons of Miss Azura's, won't you?"

Bernie had gotten into the rhythm of these. It wasn’t so bad! Sure, it was kind of embarrassing sometimes, and her face kept getting really hot, and she was sure she was going to pass out sometime soon if her blood kept rushing from her head to the rest of her and back like this, but some of them were really nice! Sweet even!

She wondered, idly, if something like would help the next time she got to her room to write something...wr-writing things with more experience made them better, right? Oh, there she goes, blushing again.

The point was, she had gotten into the swing of things. She could handle this! She was even sort of confident when the next person showed up.

What he asked made her pause, confused.

Professor Azura? Singing lessons? Why would she go to singing lessons? ( “Yes. Yes! We’re friends.”) Bernie barely sang when she had to at the monastery. ( “I cannot teach you how to make friends“) And she didn’t know Professor Azura all that well to just show up uninvited. (”After we return home, I think you stop by for a lesson.”) Bernie frowned. Why did her head hurt?

“U-um...” She shook the thoughts from her mind before smiling sheepishly. “I dunno...I’m not much of a singer...Maybe? If Professor Azura thinks it’s okay, I guess...”

...Why did this feel so strange?

“Oh!” Bernie leaned forward and kissed Ewan quickly. “Sorry! I, um...I forgot. Bernie you’re so bad at this!”

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@jehannanmage

There was so much to see, so much to do, and the whole of it had him absolutely brimming with excitement. And yet… when Mitama spoke up, the better part of all other stuff to see and do that faded into the background. Ewan glanced from Mitama to the dance floor and then back, beaming his brightest.

“Aye, so it is! And so am I, in truth! But… it would seem the celebrations appear to call for dance…”

And he was not about to wait until he lost his nerve, he decided there and then.

“So if it’s not too bold, Mitama-!” He offered a hand, palm up, and a fond smile. “… In the spirit of the festival: may I have this dance?”

Dancing. Dancing was not one of her strong suits. Certainly not something she had partaken in often. And, well. Pious priestesses were pious. Still, looking at the others gliding across the dance floor...it looked like fun.

Her eyes flickered over to Ewan’s offered hand and she hesitated, just a moment, before her hand took his. “You are always too bold.” She joked, gaze moving now to his face. She smiled back. “But yes. You may.”

Patiently, she followed along a step behind him as they made their way to the dance floor. Closer now, there was a bubbling feeling inside her that made her fidget just a tad. “I...admittedly am not a very practiced dancer.” She confessed to the other quietly.”I am uncertain how good a partner I will be.”

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

beep beep, hello again miss~

SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE. ||12. An accidental text

Sumia sighed. She was feeling sort of sad at the moment. More likely lonely if she was being honest with herself. She pulled out her phone as she scrolled through her contacts. No, she had forgotten to add her to her list. Sumia sighed, typing away on her phone before hitting send.

[SENT - 1:05PM]: Do you think I’ll ever find love? It feels hopeless. 

Sumia then froze as she realized something. The number. It wasn’t completely correct. She went over it a few times, mouthing the numbers to herself. Her face turned red because she had sent this to someone else! Some stranger had received a text of her bemoaning her single status and it was mortifying. Quickly Sumia sent another text.

[Sent - 1:07PM]: I’M SORRY PLEASE IGNORE THAT

[haikusandstareyes-blog]

a shy chu;;

The young boy is not one she recognizes, not from her gaggle of children, and had he not so boldly approached her, she would have been perhaps more inclined to an introduction. Instead, she splutters in surprise, hand darting up to cover her cheek.

“Villainous actions / suddenly fall upon me-”

Still, he does not seem a threat, and the way he looks so hesitant about the action breeds some hesitation in her own heart. She sighs heavily and drops the haiku. “And who might you be? A close relationship is preferred in Hoshido before one boldly dares to have such contact.”

[haikusandstareyes-blog]

Ü : 3

((clever boy continues to perform scandalous acts))

She’d probably have to create some kind of lie on the way home, she realized as she gathered her things. Certainly, her father would not pitch a fit about it, but the idea of him hearing she’d spent the night at someone’s house...The teasing she would receive would be endless, surely. With a sigh, she picked up her back and returned to the door of Ewan’s room. She slid her note under for him to find before heading out.

EwanI thank you for the hospitalityunder the strangest ofcircumstances. Opening yourhome was kind of you, I hopeto have not inconvenienced your sister in any way. I mustbe heading home, but I willtalk to you again soon.

Safety and comfort /sheltered in another’s home /clever boy is thanked.

[haikusandstareyes-blog]

💋 4 (here's attempt number 2 haha)

clever kid persists  / has no chill apparently / she doesn’t mind though.

It’s a strangely abrupt gesture, in the midst of conversation. Nothing important, she rationalized, if she’d immediately forgotten the subject of their conversation after the gesture, but all the more unexpected. Words moment, and the next, fingers linked and a hand guided and lips against the back of her hand and...

Her face flushed as she stared at their hands. It takes her a moment, she has to clear her throat, but after a moment, she laughs sheepishly. “Again? For a student, you learn poorly.” Her eyes drift away, shyly. “Repetition now? / double acts normally fail / surprisingly good.”

She keeps her hand comfortably in his as conversation resumes.

[verseandrhyme]

He's already grumbled plenty to any who would listen - about how smad (sad And mad at the same time, he'd explain to any who cared) he was he'd be missing out on going to Fhirdiad.

(Not like it was guaranteed he'd have wound up in that group anyway, but even the mere opportunity... Awful. Terrible. No good at all.)

But here and now, sitting in a chair behind her, carding his hand delicately through her hair, he's quiet. Calm. Pensive. They've both been through this song and dance a few times by now, enough to know it's not all fun and games, much as he'd wish otherwise.

"No tangles," he proudly announces the obvious, curling a tip of hair around his finger before letting it fall into a short-lived ringlet.

"You know," he starts, "if you don't come back safe n sound, I won't be able to share any Magvellan candies with you when I get back from my own trip."

It's a promise and a threat - and a strong wish, all wrapped in one.

"You're with a good crew though. There's Sara and Merric and Celica and Hilda and even Soren and Julius-" this last name he admits somewhat begrudgingly, for though Ewan ain't much a fan, he can at the least hold his own "-and of course, last but not least, yourself, as potent as force as any..."

Impossible for things to go sideways for such a powerful group, he decides. They'll be fine.

The request had been unexpected. The last thing Mitama thought would happen when Ewan came to visit her would be asking her to play with her hair. It was odd, but Mitama had no reason to reject it.

Especially not when it felt so good. Mitama's eyes had drooped from the moment he had gotten his fingers in her hair. She had slumped, weightless. It was only their friendship that kept her from just falling dead asleep right then and there.

She hums tiredly at his declaration. "I would hope not..." She yawns and stretches out her tired muscles. "I may lazy, but I do try my best to at least keep my hair from getting too bad..."

She reaches up and parts her hair into the two pigtails so that she can tie them back up for the day.

"...oh? Is that so?" Returning safely...

She wishes there was nothing to worry about at all. That things were simply as the monastery described, that they would simply arrive to investigate and no great threat would find its way to them. She doubted it would be that simple.

"I was planning on returning home safely, but it seems that now I have an extra reason to return to the monastery." He always knew to bribe with the candy.

She trusts his assessment of her future teammates as well. Ewan had always been the more sociable one out of the two of them. Most names struck her as familiar, at least, which was somewhat of a relief. She was glad to be not flying in completely blind this time.

She reached over and took his hand, squeezing gently. "I will be safe. But your wishes and thoughts are welcomed and helpful. Take care of yourself as well, yes?"