#falchionexalt

[exalteye]

love and loss

She’s quiet as she approaches, demure--hands twisting together in nervous knots as she approaches the blue-haired figure. “Father?” Even her voice betrays hesitation, and Lucina winces. It’s unlike her--but so much has been new lately...and...who else could she turn to?

“Father, I was hoping...if it’s alright with you, that is...I have a--a question I’d like to ask you.” She hardly liked broaching this topic herself, the memories bittersweet and cloying in her mind, a childhood tainted beyond repair; a kiss so soft and sweet, Lucina thought she might melt into it.

“It’s...about mother.” Not the monster that took her place. Gods, was this too personal? Lucina hesitated for a moment longer, steeling her resolve. “How did you...know?” How specific. “That you loved her, that is.”

Cheeks heated in embarrassment, Lucina couldn’t look Chrom straight in the eyes, instead focusing off to the side, at nothing in particular. “I don’t mean to pry...” ( @falchionexalt )

[theindigoflirt]

"Is there someone you hold dear?"

Water sloshes over the rim of Inigo’s cup as he slams it back down on the table, choking on his drink. One hand curls into a fist. He pounds at his chest, eyes watering, heart racing. Why was Chrom suddenly so interested? Had someone said something? 

Coughing, Inigo slowly looks up at the Exalt. “You...surprised me...Your Majesty,” he managed to reply. He grabbed a napkin and dabbed at his face, wiping the tears from his flushed cheeks. 

A weak smile spreads across his face. Be brave, Inigo. 

“Why, everyone from home. And Mother!” He stubbornly ignores the whispering in the back of his mind, opting to take a tiny sip of his water. “How about you, Majesty?” Inigo retorts with a wink. Adrenaline has made him confident; he can’t remember the last time he willingly engaged in a conversation with Ylisse’s leader. 

[theofficersacademy]

may i reserve chrom?

Chrom has been reserved!

You have one week (12/8) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Rai

[gallantgautier]

hobbies?

There’s quite a few, some he hides due to his need to appear unremarkable like playing piano or studying Reason. (I know that may not exactly seem like a “hobby” but I also think his talent with it started simply from personal interest, which is the very definition of a hobby.)

And there’s others that he doesn’t try to hide at all. Sylvain loves to collect and play board games and admire art (are there galleries in Fodlan?) as well as watching opera and theatre performances.

[exalteye]

lost and found

The bags under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion, trembling with adrenaline as her eyes darted around, taking in every small detail. She freezes in her steps when she catches sight of a mop of blue hair, a matching blue tunic. No. You’re just...seeing things Lucina. It couldn’t possibly....but she drops the items in her arms all the same, rushing forward to catch a better look at the figure. He wouldn’t be here...The Halidom....

And yet her thoughts freeze as she stops behind the man, tears welling in her eyes--there could be no mistake who that was. “Father,” it slips from her lips before she could think to stop it--overwhelming melancholy, a sheer longing surging in her veins, in every fiber of her being. It was him. He’d come all the way to Fodlan....He’d come all the way to Fodlan.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, stumbling back a half step. Why was he here? And Grima---oh Naga, how could this be happening? “No...” How was this happening? She can only stare at him with wide eyes, hands wrapped tightly around her stomach as though it could keep her from falling to pieces. As if her life could fall apart further...Clearly the gods were mocking her. ( @falchionexalt )

[theindigoflirt]

"Happy birthday, Inigo." Chrom gives the dancer's son a smile and puts a hand on his shoulder. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Inigo froze, hand hovering over the book on his desk. Chrom’s hand burned through the fabric of Inigo’s jacket. Chrom? Approaching him after class to personally convey birthday wishes? Underneath the spike in anxiety, Inigo is touched the Exalt remembered. 

Or perhaps Lucina mentioned it. Inigo flushes at the thought. No small thing, to be in the debt of a country’s leader. He summons a lazy grin and meets Chrom’s gaze. “Y-your Majesty! Thank you. I’ll be sure to let you know whenever I’m in need.” Inigo grabs his book and stands, bowing his head. “See you around, Majesty!” 

[dragon-kiddos]

🌸: With flower crowns!

Drawing Prompts || 🌸: With flower crowns

“Just a few more and I’ll be done!” he chirps, carefully weaving another flower into the exalt’s hair. “It’s not quite a crown, per se, but it LOOKS like one. And that’s what counts, right? Right!”