#minorcrest

[ruinedheart-a]

❛ oh? how'd you know this is my favorite game to play? ❜ it's not that it was an uncommon game — on the contrary, really! he's had many playing sessions with a handful of different people, but hardly anyone outside of that select group knew of this particular interest. for that to be the thing @minorcrest chose to bring along.. it almost felt intentional! ❛ have you been paying that much attention to me? i’ll start to blush, joan. ❜ of course, the more likely answer is that it was simply a popular game enjoyed by a myriad of people and there wasn't a single moment where he crossed her mind —— but where's the fun if sylvain said that?

[dutysupport]

               ❛   it really is you ————    ❜          approaching so gently, so gingerly, as though the apparition before her might fade away into the evening sky at even the faintest disturbance. five years would change a person, of course. five years had changed her, in more ways than one. war tearing the continent asunder, bringing destruction upon her home and her people: the fact that she had traded bow-and-arrow for tomes to suit her affinity to flame had not been an easy decision, but one she had made nonetheless ( not for herself, but for those she loved, may she be forgiven ). yet, all this having been said and done, adelaide finds herself in shock at the sight of the man before her ———— once a dear classmate and beloved friend, now grown into someone that causes her heart to stutter.         ❛    sylvain ... ... ... it's been so long.    ❜ / @minorcrest , sylvain jose gautier .

[aicidos]

@minorcrest​ + starter call ( accepting ! ): i’ve never been good at subtlety. / from annette to claude!!

   were he not a master in the art of reading the room, khalid would simply agree. fortunately, he knows a sore spot when he sees it: the cooking pan under annette’s charge had seen better days. the good news is, the small explosion sounded worse than what it really was. the bad: the food was .  .  . less than appetizing, if not completely inedible. 

  “  the way i see it, it’s a breath of fresh air. not many people are like that around here, and you stand out because of it.  ”  not for the first time, he is straightforward in his honesty. he knows, however, not everyone is keen on taking him at face value.  “  it gets tedious having to always read between the lines, you know ?  unless we’re talking about the lyrics in your songs. those are plenty subtle, if you ask me.  ”  he focuses, then, on handling the pan from her, rolling his sleeves before discarding the charred contents.  “  but hey, it’s not like i’m one to talk,  ”  he laughs, briefly, ignoring how ironic it all sounds coming from him,  “  i mean, believe it or not, i’ve also made quite the name for myself in the kitchen after breaking a plate or two. maaaybe more, but who’s counting ?  ”

[cichteth]

' i knew it , brother ! you must have feelings for miss lucina , do you not ? ' / from flayn sends u an ask before ive even set up my fuckgin blog

@minorcrest

          That’s all it takes for usually calculating eyes to widen and for him to choke on tea that was being swallowed. For a moment, Seteth splutters. An attempt to regain his bearings as he coughs and sets his cup back down. Flayn always was a perceptive one, and not one to easily sway either. Any chance at chasing away such thoughts would likely prove futile, so instead he gives a wave of his hand at her as he continues trying to clear his throat.

          “Flayn—” Another cough. “That is a very personal question. Just who is teaching you this awful behavior?”