#forfodlan

[fatesarisen]

❛  i was gonna say something really sweet about you but when i saw you i was speechless.  ❜   / bernie to raphael 💕  /  @forfodlan​  🐝  *  ―  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐘  𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐔𝐏  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.  

raphael  paused  ...  and  then  burst  out  laughing  ,  joyous  as  he  swept  bernadetta  into  his  arms  .  “  you  really  say  the  sweetest  things  ,  babe  !  boy  ,  i  think  you  have  me  blushing  !  ” 

[aethele]

@forfodlan​  said:  “i assure you, ferdinand, i can handle this matter myself.”   / from edelgard  

     “Yes,  of course.  I know you can.  Likely far better than I ever could.”  A shoulder rolls for his ear and his eyes drift down at such a wholly truthful statement.  He sweeps his hand across the back of his neck,  sheepish,  tracking the long bristles of hair there disheveled like  haysticks  by their newfound length. 

     His nerves are antsy with the same trembles he gets from a sip too much of coffee  ( perhaps that is why he despises the drink so much;  not only is it an acidic taste,  but a  familiar one,  too ).  In truth,  he is being selfish.  The desire to  help her  is less one of his own good-nature,  and more so to give himself some small sense of purpose.  He does not mean for it to slip quite so  desperate.  “But—I would like to help.  Please let me help.”

[yuribrd]

 @forfodlan​ || mercie brings yuri a brooch that she saw in the market place. it’s the same color of his hair.   / i had to when i saw ur headcanon

          ❝ Mercedes! ❞    Affectionate as the exclamation is, there’s lighthearted scolding within it too.  Surprising as the gift is, it’s touching, to know she’s thought of him.    ❝ You’re putting me to shame.  Such a pretty thing, I wouldn’t dare refuse it. ❞    In his palm, the brooch gleams, pale purple hues, an amethyst, perhaps.  Or purple spinel.  It’s gorgeous, regardless.    ❝ I hope you didn’t trouble yourself over this though.  Times like this... such a thing would shine too bitterly if it inconvenienced you. ❞

[a-gottgenug]

how far would you go to make sitri’s health better? / to jeralt

   JERALT SHAKES HIS HEAD ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, thoughtfulness adding a furrow to his brows. it’s a foolish question, filled with implications of hope that reality simply doesn’t agree with. he’d be loath to even entertain the idea. wishful make-believe scenarios can’t change their lives as they currently are. so he crosses his arms, raises a brow. 

   ‘ there’s no such thing as a cure for sitri's condition. i’m not a medic, i can’t help her. ‘ and that, that’s a source of frustration that will stick with him for eternity, having to sit by while his wife suffers, only being able to offer warmth, comfort and affection. but no real solution, never a real solution. ‘ i can’t make it better. it’d have to be some kind of dark magic— ‘ and his expression darkens with that, rejection hard on his face, ‘ and that’s out of the question. ‘

   shaking his head, jeralt adds: ‘ i know her mother doesn’t agree, but sitri is plenty capable of doing things on her own. i hate to see her in pain, of course. but there’s simply nothing to be done about it. ‘ 

about @forfodlan | anons on my muse’s relationships

[armatization-a]

( @forfodlan )

"i just... have to finish it. like now. if i don't everyone will think i'm lazy!" annette to claude

[ unprompted ; accepting ]

“No one’s gonna think you’re lazy.” Not that Claude doesn’t understand that feeling. He has pressures of his own, as a person, as a house leader, and as an heir to House Riegan. He still feels like he has much to prove to himself, more so than proving to others.

Despite that, he hates to see people trying to overwork themselves. Annette is definitely the type to do exactly that, and it worries him.

“You don’t have to finish it right now. First, you should go and eat, take a break, and come back to it later. People tend to work better after a break.” He shouldn’t encourage her this way, and he knows this, but maybe she’ll listen if he speaks her ‘language’.

[armatization-a]

@forfodlan – from here

Hilda can't help the giggle that passes her lips when Marianne kisses her. She can't get used to the feeling her lips. She could fall into her over and over again, but she has to keep her hands to herself. Hilda doesn't want to push Marianne into doing anything.

She looks through the outfits. They're all quite reserved, very Marianne of her. They're not very Hilda, though. The point isn't the clothes however - there's another meaning behind her desire to model. She picks one, and sets it to one side. Maybe she can hike up the skirt or something.

"Then I guess I'll have to change into it." She doesn't even try to hide the cheeky smile. She makes sure that Marianne is keeping an eye on her as she pulls off her clothes.

[armatization-a]

( @forfodlan )

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries. / mercie to lorenz

[ settling the dust prompts ; accepting ]

Lorenz had taken quite the blow to the shoulder. His arm is now useless at his side - for the moment. The good news is that there is someone to help him. The bad news is that someone is Mercedes, who could not have less love for Lorenz if she tried. Their strained relationship makes it difficult to look her in the eye, though he does manage. She's a difficult woman.

Her hands are surprisingly gentle as she patches him up. Her work truly feels like the might of the Goddess channeling through her. He can't help but be amazed. As soon as she's finished, he moves his arm, though it doesn't move much for him in turn. At least it's moving.

"Thank you, Mercedes. I believe I will be fine after a few days." He flexes his hand. "Now, I shall get out of your hair."

[armatization-a]

@forfodlan  – from here

He doesn't know why he said it. There's something about those amber eyes that pull it out of him. He knows how he feels about her. He's known for a while. But he didn't mean to say it. He wants to take it back, and he opens his mouth to do so, but he's stopped.

What is happening? Her hand is in his hair, her lips on his. Before his mind has enough time to catch up with what happened, she's pulled away, her forehead to his. Ignatz's brain is scrambling to process what's happening. He doesn't know why she did that, and he wants to know, but he's too scared to ask.

"Yes," he says breathlessly. That giggle like a wind chime - he wants to hear it again. Seeing her like this is rare. He hardly knows how to react. "Just like that. I–" He swallows. "I've never heard you laugh like that. I like it."