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[grandschemed]

@lancevalor / ingrid.

“as i’ve mentioned earlier, i’m willing to set aside my own numerous problems to assist you in your fight for triple my rate.  i know, i know, you’re endlessly grateful for my support, but i want half of that upfront.  do we have a deal?” 

[virxfortiis]

The red-haired male allowed his eyes too look upon the other, still not sure about this strange world that he had appeared in. His curiosity was not certainly going to be something that would end with a mistake, because he was equally wary of this situation until proven otherwise.

❝I am correct to assume that it was you who brought me here?❞

@lancevalor | start;

[divinestoned]

@lancevalor | continued

she’s...very confused.

just one minute, she’s meandering through her small system of tunnels she’d created so long ago - and the next, she’s here.

clawlike nails tap against her mouth as she watches this tiny girl, and listens. she listens to the woes af this small, disheveled, sleepless girl, and nods slowly. she knows now, to no longer ignore the requests people make of her, especially when so much effort is put in.

“i...am unsure of what i will be able to do, but i will try,” she says softly, dusting herself off, finally. “we will never know anything unless we try new things, after all.”

[illusorydungeons-a]

she sits down next to the prince, bumping her elbow against his to get his attention. "are you doing alright?" ingrid asks, concerned look on her face. "you seem like you're taking it well, but...i just wanted to make sure you're okay with him being here." god of strength duma may be, but no amount of strength was worth making her best friend relive some of the worst moments of his life.

     he must look out of sorts, picking at his food at the table. the dining hall is empty besides them -- it’s far past dinner time. berkut had been out on patrol for the better part of the evening, leading his horse in circles around the perimeter and considering. . .everything.

     he was here. he, duma, the god of strength -- the great lord of rigel, the dragon-god that had twisted his strings of fate together with alm and celica and --

     a deep sigh heaves itself out of him as he sets his fork down, turning his eyes to ingrid. there was a lot that had changed in him since he met her.

     his pride is less an open wound. his past lingers, as it will always, but it doesn’t burn as deep or as hot. he does not stand precariously in the middle, seeking the approval of those higher and ignoring those lower. he does not seek the approval of a god who does not love him.

      he is not prince berkut of rigel. he is berkut, hero of askr -- and ingrid’s best friend.

      and she loves him.

           “ i’m. . .alright, truly. or i think i will be. he doesn’t. . .hold sway here. there is no reason to be afraid of him anymore.

           i don’t need his help. i’ll be alright. ”

[iotesshielded]

runs her fingers through his hair. "yeah, it's soft."

“ah-”

he can’t help but lean back against her, sighing as his muscles relax.

“hello, ingrid...”

[virxfortiis]

♥!

I’m hyped about our thread that I wrote this morning, and I am looking forward to getting to know you more too! I’ve seen you on my dash and you seem like a really nice person and fun to talk to! I hope one day we could become friends, because I would have so much fun speaking with you!

@lancevalor | meme;

[heartswayed-a-blog]

Ingrid's 5'6 and laurent's 6'7 fjdk

araceli ( 5′5″ ) vs ingrid ( 5′6″ )

“the perfect hugging height, if you ask me.” 

araceli ( 5′5″ ) vs laurent ( 6′7″ )

“heehee. how’s the weather up there, dearest?”

@lancevalor | meme.

[yumispelled]

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As the dust settled and the light faded, Siegbert found himself in a rather odd place. The prince blinked rapidly, and lowered his hand that had been casting a shadow over his eyes to protect them. He saw someone in a white robe in front of him, as well as a few other people as well.

Where was he? Why was he here? The best way to get the answers to these questions would likely be to introduce himself first off...

{SIEGBERT} ---- “Ah, it’s good to meet you. I’m Siegbert. Prince Xander of Nohr is my father, so as a future king, I’ll give it my all.”

Siegbert looked to his sides, and then to the weapon at his side. Siegfried hadn’t been with him when he got pulled away, he had been carrying his secondary weapon with him. So he doubted that he would...

Wait a second he knew that hilt.

Did Siegfried actually go with him upon him being brought to where ever he was? That certainly was a relief. Though something seemed off about the blade to him. He’ll have to check later.