#lucenthealer

[ferderick-blog]

/So this is how it ends.

[silverhairedstrategist-blog]

HEY THERE ( it's lissa's turn )

♖ ≻ █ ❝Lissa? W-What are you-?❞

┌His words were silenced by her lips on his, much to Robin's surprise. How had the princess even managed to pin him against the wall? It was beyond him, but he couldn't help but admit that Lissa was a good kisser. Gods, this was his best friend's sister. What was he thinking?┘

❝...I don't know quite what to say.❞

[isofgregor]

Missing

Gregor had the job for Lissa all set up.  He knew the plan, had everyone take the place that they needed to, and had the "reward" set up.  He ran back to the shepherd's camp, and as he did he noticed the sun was starting to set.  Damn it, he was running late!  He should not have spent so much time haggling with those actors and just found new ones.  But that was in the past, no turning back.  He ran as fast as he could expecting a stern scolding from the princess, but alas!  When he returned to camp he ran back to their meeting place and there was no sign of the little monarch.  He caught his breath and looked around.  

"Lissa!" He shouted between panting and drawing his breath, "where are you hidings!?"  Gods, was he really that late?  Did she get tired of waiting and go back to her room?  Or maybe she was running late too.  Heck, maybe she even snuck off to take a bathroom break.  But as he waited, finally catching his breath, his keen ears detected something.  It sounded like the other shepherds. Were they shouting?  It certainly sounded like it.  Maybe a training exercise?  No wait.....

"Lissa?  LISSA!?" Gregor joined in the chorus of shouts.  Nonononono. He ran towards the others who were looking for the same person as him.  Was she gone?  Had she been taken?  Gods, no, that couldn't be the case.  He ran into the barracks and checked in the sign in sheet, searching frantically for her name.  Nothing.  He cursed loudly in his native tongue, and kicked the post it was nailed to.  The the old mercenary noticed something else.  Where was Roxanne's signature?  Had she signed in today.  Wait...no.  NO!

He ran out of the barracks, knocking over an unfortunate table in his path, the glass cups shattering as they hit the ground.  He had to find Robin.  Right now.    

[nocawsforalarm]

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..." (( i'm a cleric i'm obligated to do all of these haha ))

Henry swung his feet, sitting on the edge of a cot in the medical tent. Other Shepherds were milling about, either seeking treatment or providing it. Henry himself had been pushed into the tent after a potion-making mishap. How was he supposed to know it’d explode? His cape was stained purple and torn in places, and a few shallow scratches coloured the rips red. 

He glanced over at Lissa, watching her rummage through the supplies. 

"Need some help looking?" He called. "I’ve only got a few scratches."

[silverhairedstrategist-blog]

lucenthealeranswered your question:

Anyone want to plot for Valentine's Day?

lissa wants all your chocolate

{Only if you go out with him because he's single and lonely... Poor anti-social Robin}

[aspernatio-archive-blog]

[ lucenthealer ]                                        —————— [ ❖ ] ——————verse: lone warrior   

                      —-»Stop staring!                                        No matter how often you stare at me,                                        I will keep this distance.                                        I’m not fond of having a conversation with you.«

Gods, endless words and complaints were followed by oppressed silence – and the man preferred neither of those. This was indeed not the silence he was used to whenever he was all by himself; because right now, in this ticking second, he could feel the coldness running down his spine - his general reaction whenever a woman was looking too long at him, especially if she tried to murder him with her gaze. In the end he could not dare to let his sixth sense rest for even one brief moment, knowing of the danger lurking in the twisted distance. The raven-haired didn’t seek to make any friends among the Shepherds since there was no need to – ultimately they all would be a burden to his duty and his promise he’d given to Khan Basilio. And still they attempted to come close to him every single time, treating him like one of their kin, simply ignoring that he was a lone wolf who preferred it to lonely stay in the shadows. And this young woman was the most persistent of them all and also the most talkative. Unfortunately his duty made him enduring her presence - and yet it was not the man’s wish to allow Ylisse’s young princess to be an exception. Her aura was utterly disturbing to him in some odd way he could not describe - only Tharja's was worse than this.

                                        Kᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ﹣                                                                ᴛɪʟʟ ʜɪs ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴀs ғᴜʟғɪʟʟᴇᴅ.

[isofgregor]

A Walk through the Garden [Gregor and Lissa]

It was about mid afternoon when Gregor had finished his training session.  He had gotten in a particularly good workout and was actually feeling a bit sore. On top of that, the sun was really shining that day.  So tight muscles and a sweaty brow made a cold bath seem like a gift from the gods to the old sellsword.

Normally, Gregor would take a more direct route to the bathhouse, going around the mess tent and cutting through the barracks, but something told him to take a more scenic route.  Never one to question his gut, Gregor made a right turn out of the training area instead of a left, and walked down the stone path towards the garden.  It was very nice to see the flowers starting to bloom again.  During the war growing crops was more important than purely aesthetic flowers, but seeing the tulips and daises starting to bloom again inspired an inner tranquility within Gregor.  He found this to be a very calming place.  As he was beginning to think that perhaps he should come here more often, he realized that he wasn't alone.  

Lissa, with her bright yellow dress and pig tails, was also sitting in the garden admiring the flowers.  Gregor had not had an opportunity to see Lissa since the war and was glad to see that she seemed well.  He remembered that she was young, often hotheaded woman who had a bit of growing left to do.  But she had a heart of gold, and was just as brave as any of the other shepherds. The last time he remembered speaking to her, they were talking about a list of fears that the princess had.  They never got around crossing anything off her list, but he was still eager to chat with his old friend.  So as he walked on the path toward her he grabbed a seat on a nearby rock and said...

"Pleasant day Lissa!   Is been long time with no seeing."