#lyfjqberg

[lalumierel]

the moment her eyes are laid upon another figure within the fields does eir immediately understand that her brief reprieve is no longer. lyfja slips out of its sheath and into the palm of her hands; twirled slowly between her digits in anticipation. the mage hadn’t seemed to notice her yet— and eir uses that fully to her advantage. soundlessly, she moves; each step closer a moment taken to steel herself. she thinks she may know who this one is— a personality of eccentricity she had seen more than once, whilst roaming above the abyss— a blue lions who’s name she could vaguely recall. l’arachel, was it? eir would remember to send her something as an apology.

lyfjaberg aches with its natural mercy, an almost compelling force within her hold that entices a pause in eir. but the reminder that she fights not with the intent to kill, only defeat, gives her some comfort. as the distance closes, eir raises her blade, and strikes at l’arachel’s side.

a sadness at the signs of spring, the sight of green... it all feels unsettlingly familiar.

eir rolls a 14 + 2 (dex boon)! critical hit! potential damage = -2HP.

        The next round had already begun, without even a moment to pray for her blessings during this battle. She had put faith that the goddess would see her through though. 

        At least that was her thinking, before seeing her opponent. Barely. The student she was put against moved like a dove, floating away from sight swiftly. Chartreuse eyes narrow. Perhaps she had grown too comfortable, too confident, with the last match, this was some way of the goddess’ punishment. 

        Wait, what was she thinking? When has confidence ever been a bad thing? L’Arachel straightens her posture and instead grabs her staff—practically useless for healing given Fódlan’s strange magic that pulled from some part of her—and readies it for whacking close. Her free hand rests on her hip and she lets out a haughty laugh. 

        Luck was on—!

[Critical hit! Armor bane: +0.5! 1.5 HP]

        Her side... it aches and she stumbles to the ground post blow, gripping the spot of impact. “Augh...” she moans on the ground. Wearily, she slowly opens her eyes just enough to catch sight of her opponent. Pale and silver like the moonlight and swift as the cutting edge of her blade. If the cleric wasn’t in pain, she’d take more time to admire her prowess. 

        The grass was soft enough to ease her pain and allow her to rest for a moment. In a feeble attempt, she raises the arm with the staff, but it pathetically falls back to the ground. 

[Roll: 1, Miss!]

[cotharach-archive]

there’s an odd way of feeling a silence when there is so much noise around you.

the digits of her hand curl tighter around lyfja’s handle as eir moves, and though she herself is silent, the world around her is anything but. in her field of vision— and though she wishes all things beyond nature and sky were absent — is a head of green. one she is acquainted with, no less. but yet, there is no running away from the duty of battle; she has given her aid to the golden deer, and she must fulfill it.

an advancement is made, and eir’s eyes meet with emerald for only the slightest of moments— before the blade cuts through wind as cleanly as it almost does flesh. she tilts her head, wondering if she had succeeded in making it painless. flayn looked hardly able to counterattack.

“flayn— i...” eir says, though her words catch upon her tongue, sharp, and don’t quite leave her lips. “... i’m truly sorry.”

(eir’s base roll: 17+2 (dex boon.) = 19! potential dmg = 2!)

The blade sings.

It pierces through the air like an aria, its silver steel embedding its reprise right below Flayn’s ribs. The saint stumbles backwards, breathing heavily as pain blooms around the wound. For a moment, the fields of Gronder turn red; she wonders how long she can keep standing. Even still, she manages to give Eir a small smile.

“No need to— agh—” she winces as she moves, but carries on all the same, “no need to apologize! It is perhaps the shock of metal meeting flesh that makes this wound seem worse than it is.”

Hands tremble as they hastily prepare for an encore, palms open towards Eir’s figure. Her brows furrow, her mouth curls downwards in a show of regret. Flayn finds herself unwilling to impart pain on someone she had considered to be an acquaintance; no matter how painfully her dagger has pierced her.

[DMG DEALT: 2! FLAYN’S HP: 2/4]

[FLAYN’S ROLL: 5! DMG: 0! STATUS: MISS!]

The wind spell dies in her fingertips, carried away by the breeze. The curtain call may be sooner than she expects.

“Oh no...” Flayn pouts, “this simply will not do at all...”

[dragon-kiddos]

Take heart, for you continue to live! Though the current of life may be flooded by the bad intentions of others, you persist all the same. Inevitably, you will die, and all that you are and have been will end. But in that moment of life, you are so full of beautiful potential. May the colors you paint your world with shine brilliantly.

Grey eyes squint down at the paper in front of him. He’d been staring down at the note for hours (read: ten minutes) attempting to discern its author. His attention was continuously drawn back to the same few words: inevitably, you will die.

Who on campus talked so eagerly about death? 

(Who on campus spoke of death as though it wouldn’t affect them?) 

With a hesitant answer in his mind, Kana finally pulled himself to his feet and made his way downstairs from his dorm. It wasn’t hard to find the person in question; with her hair shining silver in the light of the sun and pale-blue eyes piercing through his heart even from across the entirety of the courtyard, Princess Eir stuck out like a beautiful rose in a field of wilted blooms. 

Note is held out betwixt two gloved fingers, the slightest crumple in it from his handling, but otherwise still in perfect condition.

“Lady Eir,” high-pitched voice chirps, head tilting as he speaks. “I was wondering, did you write this? I’m not so sure...” 

@lyfjqberg

[princessmacedon]

sunlight of life

@lyfjqberg

There was only one way to really familiarize yourself with your surroundings, and that was through a nice dose of exploration. Just being able to see the grand way Garreg Mach stretched out over the land in every direction was a treat in and of itself, but the fact that Maria could actually explore it? That was simply wonderful, and she fully intended to take advantage of whatever freedom she had to roam. 

And oh, how delightful even the paths in between seemed to be, smooth paths lined with plenty of trees and greenery, and an abundance of friendly creatures that seemingly manifested in their shade. From the stone beneath her heels to the blindingly bright skies overhead, it felt as though the whole of the monastery had been bathed in sunlight. Thus, what better place was there to explore in the heat of midday than the curious shadows and forgotten nooks? 

Just as she had tucked herself away in a cool and calm room she knew not where, a pleased giggle slipping out as she peered about her surroundings, Maria heard the faintest clatter. Quickly glancing toward the source of the sound, she caught sight of something laying on the floor and a flutter of gray slipping through the doorway. With all haste, she rushed to pick it up, rushing to catch its owner before they turned down one of the many corners ahead. 

“Excuse me!” Her head peeped from the doorway, glancing back and forth before running in the direction of the only figure in the hall; she would be lying if she said the thud of the heart in her chest or the sparkle in her eyes had nothing to do with the sudden hope for friendship that had just flickered to life. “Excuse me, but you dropped this--!” 

[argentbowman]

Hunter and Prey.

@lyfjqberg @vedrfolnr @alfvangr

Milo. If one were to ask Klein for his opinion in private, with absolute certainty of no unwelcome ears hearing them, he would say without much hesitation that that guard has suspicious written all over him. But, he knows better than to speak of it out loud.

So instead, he sneaks out with a few others, venturing deep into the woods for an exploration of their own. Without telling the guy, naturally.

The forest is quiet, few sounds other than the barely audible humming of leaves and their steps disturbing the silence. Klein cannot quite say whether he finds it peaceful or ominous, but he supposes that there is little use in contemplating such things too much at the moment.

The same, he thinks to himself, could be said for the big mission overall. He is still very much a newcomer in Fodlan, and has but a vague idea of the Relics and their importance. How fitting would it be to compare them to the weapons wielded by the Eight Legends? There are similarities he could think of, but... perhaps he is making too many assumptions.

...No point in getting distracting with useless thoughts. Back to the situation at hand; he stops next to a large tree, looking around. Something he spots causes him to pause for a moment before he turns to the others, his expression grim. “I see something like a wolf den ahead of us... I think there’s blood there, though. Do we want to try and take a closer look?”

[theofficersacademy]

Hello. I'd like to request a hiatus, please.

Eir is on hiatus until March 29th! Please make sure to message the Masterlist upon your return. Thank you!

- Mod Ree

[encursed]

♫ - singing voice ?

headcanons! (accepting)

thanks for enabling me, ceres! words can’t describe how hard i’m pogging right now

anyways, singing! veronica! i feel like her singing voice would have the same quality as her speaking voice, that is to say, quiet, lulling, airy and whisper-like. she likely has no technique, either, so expect a pitchy note here and there.

honestly, i’d say she prefers mindless humming over any actual singing, but when push comes to shove, i do think she can definitely hold a tune! it won’t be anything fancy, of course;; in fact i doubt veronica’s singing is anything embellished, but! it’s pleasant enough to listen to.

to wrap things up, here’s a song her seiyuu sang that’s pretty close to how i think she’ll sound like when singing. it’s also been in my brain ever since i discovered it and i want it to be in your brains too!

[blaydiud]

 BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

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~ Dimitri has some mixed feelings regarding flowers, but he does like most of them for their appearance as he is unable to feel their scent. Overall, it really depends on the type of flower.

Roses tend to upset him. Memories of standing in a field filled with fresh tombstones, surrounded by groups and armies of wailing, grieving people- staring idly as roses are placed in tribute to the dead. A flower that to many is a symbol of love, to him feels more like a reminder of death.

Hydrangeas feel soft and familiar. Of walks around the castle grounds in chilly, foggy afternoons with his father or stepmother when he was a young boy. The delicate, round blurbs of baby blue small flowers feel comforting.

However, the flower he likes the most is the sunflower. Something about its size, its shape- and its color just make him feel so happy and at ease. To him, sunflowers are happiness, warmth- bliss in the shape of a flower. A shining sun. ]]