#justakidfromcrimea

[brandedsinner-blog]

The Branded’s Markings

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Olivia was a strange girl to say the least. A Branded with a very strange Brand at that, but nevertheless the torment she went through in society, she had a loving clergy to raise her and became a devout of Ashera. Truly, she was lucky. She knew she was lucky. She just happened to have a Brand that made her... so very tired. At least they were easy to hide. In winter. Again, more luck for Olivia it wasn’t summer but at least Autumn. Not bad. And again, not so lucky, it was about to turn into a bad day.

Apples... Wheat, Mother Juniper said the gold kind not the brown for the pie, she ran through the mental grocery list in her head and glanced between her basket and the inventory before her. What did Father Augustus say the recipe needed for the beef stew? Obviously beef and carrots and... Peppers? What kind? The Green or Red or... As she studied the items for sale, she didn’t notice that a string of her glove was caught by the woven basket. When she reached forward to grab a pepper, the glove was untied and slipped off. She didn’t realize it had slipped until she felt the actual smooth skin of the pepper, only for it to rot into a blackened wrinkled curl immediately after contact. She paled.

Olivia gasped and dropped her basket, frantically looking around for the missing glove before someone could notice her hand concealed in scripted words, marking her Brand. She realized it was hooked onto the basket. Quickly, she unattached the string from it and--

Someone grabbed her wrist. “My what have we here?” he snarled as she was forced up to her feet.

“A customer,” Olivia frowned to the growling merchant.

“The correct answer is a filthy Branded,” he looked to his produce and gaped. “You did this?” he picked up the rotted pepper.

“It was an accident, I swear it! I swear I just--” she gasped in pain when feeling the scarring run across her clenched palm.

He noticed her first-shaped hand. “You wantin’ to throw a punch at me, that it?”

“No no no just-- Please, sir, I just need to get some food--” Her eyes darted around at the crowd beginning to form. “Okay keep the food! I just-- Tch--” she bit down her lip and lowered her head as the words seared across her body.

[coldheartedprince-blog1]

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“Come now Ike, really.” Soren spoke with a sense of pride, his chest puffing up minutely beside him.

It was to be his first night on cooking duty, after years of asking for the chance to put his theorem to the test. He was almost excited for it- “How hard could cooking really be? Its simply following a formula, written down for you. If I could master wind magic, with reagents, I can cook without difficulty.”

[heroic-blood]

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Green eyes gazed out from a delicate face, quietly watching the blue-haired boy practice with his sword in a small clearing. Not wanting to disturb him, she kept her distance as she did so, not needing to use her powers to see how focused he was.

[blccdthiirst]

          --------- @justakidfromcrimea // modern-emblem

     it was dangerous for her to really ATTEND college with the circumstances she was under,  but as her ‘caretaker’ told her, she was fine as long as she didn’t spill a SINGLE word about her life. other than that her life was fair game, simply staring out the window of the lobby area of her university, pieri couldn’t help but catch sight of a blue-haired male. what a NICE hue it was, it seemed almost real, naturally, dyed hair would hold a fake likeness and pieri knew the difference very well. she was a fashion and cosmetics major after all! so when she took note than he walked over and sat down nearby. she continued to stare.

     “hey you! those are some nice locks you have, who did them?”

[pacificateurs]

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He knew what the colors’ names were, he knew there were different shades of blue, like his hair, the sky, his mother’s eyes, she was the one telling him about all that. But all he could see was black, white, some shades of grey here and there...

He couldn’t see blue.

However, it all changed the day he met the young commander of the Greil’s mercenaries. His world exploded in all shades of colors, greens, reds, yellows, but also blues.

Blue definitely was his favorite color. The world only looked dull compared to the vibrant blue of Ike’s hair and eyes. Oh, so, that’s what it was then, the stories his mother told him about soulmates, the colors...

Seemed like he was going to keep an eye on the Beorc, that was for sure. “Did someone ever told you your eyes were a beautiful color?”

[lightofcrimea]

"I brought you a snack! ... Oops." He probably already ate half of it--

“Ike...”

Elincia sighs. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”