#priam support

[avemaera]

“Hey Arvis!” Priam hadn’t come to the barbecue because he’d seen a flyer- he’d smelled it on the way by. He slapped Arvis’s shoulder good naturedly. “Thanks for celebrating… whatever this is. I’ll take two of each of everything you’re cooking.”

arvis puffed out his chest with pride at the bluenette haired taller man. "a pleasure you could join us, priam." arvis siad, in the Fire Emblem Heroes™ pronunciation.

he put on his 'i'll feed all you fuckers' apron and made priamy a plate of food

"let's just say, i put it down on the grill."

[ignatzvictor]

@radiantpriamos asked

"Hey, Ignatz right?" Priam knew what he was about to bring up was perhaps a sore spot, so he would try to keep it positive. "I just wanted to tell you, you should feel proud you entered the dance competition. Doesn't matter what the judges say, I say you put yourself out there, all alone in fact, and that takes guts. Bravery's a kind of strength in my book." He clapped Ignatz's shoulder. "Get out there and enjoy yourself, eh?"

Ignatz recognized the man who approached him as his first (and last) opponent in the dance contest. “Yes, that’s me. You’re Priam, right?” He hadn’t introduced himself at their match because Ignatz ran off as soon as his dance was over. He needed to get the nurse to revive the judge that he made faint.

When Priam mentioned his performance, Ignatz panicked. He was hoping everyone would forget, or at least never mention it to him ever again. He had assumed his artistic abilities would transfer to his dancing skills, but nothing could be further from the truth. 

“Uh... well... thank you... sorry I wasn’t the best first opponent...” Ignatz fidgeted his signet ring. “Thanks for being... um... such a good sport. Should we trade stamps?”

[hatariqueen]

Priam & Nailah— C Support

Nailah: How odd. He reminds me of…

Priam: Ah! I wouldn’t try to sneak up on me while I’m training.

Nailah: Ha, this is just the first time I’ve been caught.

Priam: Really?

Nailah: Yes, I’ve watched you a few times. I know that sword. You don’t smell right, but the way you fight is similar to him.

Priam: What do you mean I don’t smell right? I suppose I might not be a direct descendent, but Ragnell is legitimate.

Nailah: Your sword’s roots have more weight that your own bloodline. You beorc are interesting.

Priam: I don’t aim to be Ike. I aim to be the strongest, even better than he is.

Nailah: Is that so? Ambitious.

Nailah: So why do you train alone? Surely others would help you grow.

Priam: Don’t mind the phrase, but I’m more of a lone wolf.

Nailah: It is an odd phrase. Not even wolves want to be alone. We work in packs, in teams. You could learn a lesson from that.

Priam: Hm.

Priam: Then would you do me the honor of a spar? Or would you like to get some back up first?

Nailah: Cocky, huh? Ha. We’ll see how long that lasts!

[bcmbshellblcnde]

🎄 thankfully they don’t have to try and take the mistletoe down

vive le vent

Alright. Maybe she needed to take a minute and rethink this plan.

It had definitely been all good when she'd been planning it out. She'd casually hang out by this mistletoe, not doing anything suspicious that would make it seem like she was actually hanging out by this mistletoe, and then the second some sap she could charm some nice things out of came by, she'd just so happen to appear under the mistletoe at the same time. It was a great plan! Foolproof!

She probably should've checked who was coming first.

"O-oh!" Great, the lance guy. Charlotte looks down quickly and hopes it looks bashful and properly hides the scowl on her face before she smooths it out to something more docile. "I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean...oh."

Charlotte points up at the plant and laughs nervously, as though she didn't know it was already there. "Looks like there's, um..." This act was absolutely going to waste, there was no way this guy had any coin on him. "Here, let me just..."

Charlotte places her hands on his arms to hold him steady as she quickly moves in and kisses him. There. Done. Next, please? Oh right, she has to get rid of this guy before he ruins her whole standing-casually-next-to-this-plant plan.

Charlotte steps back with a flustered giggle and tilts her head to the side. "For tradition, right? Sorry to keep you...don't wanna be late to whatever we were both going to, right?"

[verseandrhyme]

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curse of the pocky

The last time she remembered speaking to Priam, it had been a lot colder and she had been forced to make a fool out of herself from the purpose of amusement.

Being bribed with sweets made the idea of this meeting's buffooneries a bit more pleasant, but she still could not help but wonder what had made her the ideal target for this.

Still. She would not complain about getting free snacks in trade for something so insignificant. But...

He could have at least been more considerate about how tall he was.

Mitama huffed and crossed her arms. "You are going to need to either lean down or make some kind of accommodation if you expect me to be able to play."

She waited patiently for him to do so. When it became an easy matter of resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in, she did so. She wasted no time, opening her mouth and taking a large bite from the cookie he held in his own mouth.

"You win." She declares happily, stepping back and brushing crumbs from her mouth as she munches on her prize. "A shame. How will my pride ever recover such a defeat. Oh well."