#honorbourne

[rexerrat]

@honorbourne - ❛ I hear your voice in my head when there’s no one else around. ❜      ↪ meme || not accepting

{ 👑 } HER WORDS ARE NOT SOMETHING HE is prepared for. Oh, from most, he'd expect a sarcastic quip about his tendency to butt into the affairs of others. Expect that so called voice in the head to be one of madness. He's thrown off guard, HOVERING in place. He's just nearly SPEECHLESS.

❝I DO APOLOGISE FOR SUCH A horrible transgression,❞ he finally responds with a tittering laugh, gnarled claw-like hands folded in front of his chest. ❝My INVASION of your privacy, if you will.❞

TEASING WORDS DRIPPING WITH BRAVADO, GANGREL'S skull cants at an angle. Indeed, it would be worrying from anyone else, but from Say'ri? The prospect is TOO GOOD to be true! The Mad King is not one for intelligence nor wit, nor fanciful poetry. Direct, he is, demanding, perhaps. Wanting. A bump of his hip against the warrioress, arm slung over her shoulder — nerves disguised behind such bold bravery, bold display easier to express than FEAR of rejection.

❝UNLESS, YOU JUST SO HAPPEN TO enjoy that, of course~❞

[valorandgold-archived]

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It was times like these when Ephraim found himself missing his father the most. He would not have to be concerned about such things, because Fado never would have given him as much pressure as he was experiencing from nigh everyone in Renais’ royal court. He’d even been concerned, for a little while, that Seth might give him scrutiny over such a matter, only to find out otherwise. Still, Ephraim didn’t rightly feel that he could talk about this with Seth, and Eirika couldn’t entirely understand the situation herself, though he knew she would at least try her best to do so. No, he felt like Say’ri was the one he could best confide in, as he had often come to do now.

“...as Princess of Chon’sin, I’m wondering if you’ve been facing a similar situation to me, and if you have any insight that might benefit what I’ve been dealing with. Suffice it to say, there has been a considerable amount of...pressure on me as of late. Ascending to the throne of Renais has been one tiresome matter after another, and now I find that I’m being heavily pressured to find a ‘Queen’ of Renais, as technically there must be one ruler, and Eirika does not wish to take that title as hers. though it makes no sense to me. So many of the people who think they know what’s best for both myself and Renais are trying to pressure me into a quick marriage, and no matter how often I say I wish to slow things down and not rush into things, that seems to be an unacceptable answer for any of them. It leaves me uncertain what to do, Say’ri.”

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[gjollrbru]

If anything, Niles saw the festival as a bit of a waste. Not that it was completely bad of course, rather that he thought that it lingered far too long and over stayed its welcome. While he enjoyed giving flowers to those that he fancied from time to time, the mass number of colors blossoming together only made his head spin. Though, there could possibly be something of interest to come out of this. That prince the summoner followed certainly was worth a pretty penny.

Unfortunately, after looking for a short bit, the prince he craved was no where in sight. He might as well have fun with someone else if he was going to stay here for longer than he wanted. Niles took a quick moment to survey the area in hopes that there would be at least someone that he could mess with and get a little bit of a reaction out of. After thinking that he’s found the person, he went through an internal checklist.

No, he didn’t think that they have every met. He also didn’t think that they could have hailed from the same place. Thankfully then, there might be a chance that he could get away with pushing the envelope a bit further. He took shorter strides to get up to her before eventually propping his foot up on the cart as he leaned back on it.

❝ My, you look as if you are just another cut flower. ❞ He began as he turned his gaze to the cart. He carefully picked one flower stem up and used his other hand to fiddle with the bud.  ❝ I wonder how long it would take to pick all of those precious petals off. ❞  

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Chon’sin trip || @honorbourne || continue from here

A smile tugged Chrom’s lips. Honestly, he is still worried about meeting Yen’fay in person but he is very confident in his love to Say’ri. “Mhm that would be wonderful.” he continued to brush her hair before taking a strand and pressed a kiss to it. “What do you think would Yen’fay like from here? I want to gift him something but I’m drawing a blank. Chon’sin smith men are more skilled than the Ylissean so a sword won’t be a good idea...Hmm...”

[pxperhearts]

@honorbourne;

“Lady Say’ri. I realize it is a day late, but I was unavoidably detained yesterday. Still, I hope you enjoyed your birthday. I procured this in the village we passed recently.” He presented to her a box of cookies. Admittedly, he wasn’t aware of her tastes, but a birthday was at least one day to indulge.

[drylicu]

         “Sour candies! I love the way they make my jaws feel. It’s such an interesting type of pain...” To hear Say’ri was going to trade with her was a wondrous thing. She was the woman of Chon’sin, and right now the woman of Morgan’s absolute adoration and gratuity. “--I’ll gladly trade you the chocolate I have! I hear they added milk to it? So it’s it’s supposed to be sweeter than normal. I think you would enjoy it!”

( @honorbourne )