#ombriielle

[cuddlebugcharacters]

@ombriielle Blind Dating: Start!))

A tall, dark, and (depending on one’s tastes) handsome young man strides up to the Duchess of Themis and offers a deep bow. His long braid of black locks slides over his shoulder with the motion. As he straightens, his freckled face wears a charming smile, and his green eyes regard Maribelle with curiosity.

“Greetings, my fair lady. Are you Lady Maribelle?” Vincent asks, just to be safe.

[clericallis-blog]

@ombriielle  liked the starter call!

“I beseech your forgiveness if I have offended you in any way ... although I do not think I have; even so, I assure you it is utterly unintentional.” His expression had dropped the moment the she’d been provoked, casting the short female a fleeting glance to contemplate her face.

[ncblelineage-archived]

ombriielle replied to your post:

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          “Still gonna slouch. ‘S more comfortable n’ easier for kids n’ women to talk t’me.”

[grimahearted]

"Robin." Stating her presence as she walked into the tent, setting the gift down on her map table. She's acquired for the tactician an array of strategy books, along with new assortments of teas and facial muds--tacticians get stressed out too. "Do take care of yourself for the holiday, Robin. Merry Christmas."

   “Oh, goodness, all of this for me?” But a smile tugs at her lips as she surveys the assortment of items Maribelle has chosen to give her. “Thank you, Maribelle! I’ll be sure to use them well.” Even if she isn’t quite sure what those facial muds are–well, that’ll be an adventure for another day, she supposes. 

   “And a Merry Yule to you, too!” 

[tactxcian]

Material items were sure to turn to paperweights---but sweets were on a whole different level. Sliding the plate of them across the table, there's a shocking smile upon her lips in the event of it, ❝ Merry Yuletide, Robin. Have no worry, they're not poisoned, but do take a break tonight, won't you? ❞

    Having a plate of what seemed to be sweets pushed in his direction caused Robin to eye them curiously. His gaze then shifted towards the owner of the hand still on the dish, a mildly surprised expression entering his face. He was not expecting Maribelle to be the one who decided to treat him, if he was being honest… but it was nice all the same.

    A thankful smile soon replaced his previous facial features. “Oh, thank you Maribelle… Merry Yuletide,” Robin replied, reaching for one of the treats on the plate. “I will try my best. It is a season of festivities, after all.”

[ncblelineage-archived]

@ombriielle || starter call

      “I know I’m sick, Ma, but I can’t just sit on my ass all day doin’ nothin’! I gots ta do somethin’ ‘round here or I’m gonna go bonkers!”

[grimahearted]

@ombriielle ( continued from here )

     Teeth scrape against the inside of her cheek. She knows the other is right, even though Robin saw the decision to push forward as the best one at the time. But looking ‘round at the Shepherds now, with old injuries reopened and new ones added to the mix, she knows it wasn’t. 

   “I’m sorry.” The words are easy to say, for they’re true. Robin regrets causing her comrades to enter this sorry state, and she’s sure that Lissa and Maribelle are scrambling to undo the damage they can. “I miscalculated, believing we were ready when we weren’t.” A sideways glance, away from the noblewoman and back to their wounded. It’s selfish, to worry how they might think of her now, but it’s a thought that occupies her even as she attempts to push it away. “We’ll certainly rest now, however. If there’s anything I can do to help...will you let me know?”