#mercedist

[emblcmatique]

//okay so since everyone’s doing it here we go for sylvain, that one fantasy he has! (you know The One).

[daphnelight-a]

          the cathedral was always so quiet.  it was expected really , it was a place for prayer and choir.  everyone knew not to make a sound here , which was why she found herself here , to get away from the chatter of the other students.  leaning against one of the pilalrs , she kept her gaze rather low , on her fingers and hands , tracing calluses that were forming from her earlier training.  they were sore to the touch but she knew they would eventually feel like nothing the more she trained.  good.  a soft sigh of relief left the blonde before she raised her head , scanning the area before coming across a familiar person , hands together and head bowed in prayer.     ❛   mercedes, here to pray again?   ❜ // @mercedist

[sabuleum]

@mercedist from here

   DAYS like these were still unfamiliar; for the coast they’d call home was almost never touched by frost, far removed from the bitter northern winds. If she plumbed her memory, she might remember a rogue snowstorm when she was a child: crystalline flakes disappearing into ocean waves, making a strange blanket on the sands, only to be washed away with the rising tide. Fódlan was much more accustomed to a true winter than that; and yet, it seemed, some of its residents could still forget.

   The smith stifles a chuckle, a wane smile claiming their lips while the other gawks at them for a few moments. They hadn’t intended to startle–– merely to offer small talk and perhaps poke fun at the way she’d shivered and huddled into herself. Despite her arms being mostly bared, and calves to match, Emké stood resolute and easy; only crinkling their nose when a particularly bitter breeze came by.

  “It’s a nice break, for me.... easy to forget there’s such a thing as cold when you’re working the forge.” She admits. Fingers flex in thick gloves with scorch-marked palms, as if for emphasis; a morning of labor already behind her.

Another once-over of the student has them gesturing the same hand toward the short, fur mantle on their shoulders, “would you maybe want..?”  an offer; one in good faith, since the other seems to need it more than she, but there’s no pressure to accept.

[herblatank]

mercedist liked your post “herblatank: starter call. ”

Tea is served, very much steaming hot with rare tea leaves used. 

Why though?

  “....”

small talk is not his speciality. 

[asterisque]

@mercedist

"What do you call a pile of kittens? A "Meow"ntain."

[allisallies]

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Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive

He’s going to cry, he’s going to fucking cry. He loves her so sooo much too, she probably has no idea! “Haha, Mercedes, I better be a bit attractive if I don’t want to bring shame to you when we walk together side by side...”

He’s trying not to cry but, Goddess, isn’t that hard.

[allisallies]

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 mercedes will hold his hand and kiss his cheek too

⨳ — SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND;

Both of his hands are hers to take, and keep, forever. As is his cheek, his cheekS even, and his lips if she ever asks for them.

His whole body and mind and soul- okay is everything is hers, to do whatever she wants with.

But, for now, holding hands and sharing small and innocent kisses is all he can think about, because that is what she wants, and that is what he’ll give her.

[allisallies]

she boops sylvain's nose with her finger and smiles. " i love you. "

He laughs, genuinely laughs, as he catches the guilty finger in his hand and delicately kisses it. “So do I, Mercedes.”

And then, next, he kisses her nose, as revenge for his poor one who got booped, really!