#ref: lakche

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@seisennozetsubou wrote:

Not what he was expecting.

When Lakche hadn’t answered when he’d knocked on the door, the young leader had thought it odd but safe to walk in. At the time, he hadn’t realized she’d been removing her shirt from over her head, thus likely muffling any response. Perhaps only a couple of calls to her and proceeding had been too hasty… He turned away after it had sunk in, though it had taken a few moments, and he was sure Lakche was going to kill him if she thought he was just staring.

“I… I… Oh god, I’m… sorry! That wasn’t what I thought you were doing… I mean… No, forget it, I’ll just wait for you to come get me when you’re ready.” No, it wasn’t ·just that she was topless. There was nothing at all underneath… Luckily it had never happened with him before, but he supposed he could no longer be grateful for that, as it just had. Maybe… Maybe she would forgive this accident. He had only wished to inform her that she was going to be highly prominent in their next attack, though it didn’t quite… happen as planned.

      To be honest, she hadn’t noticed immediately when Celice had opened the door. She had been far too occupied with getting her sweaty training clothes off and into something clean. It didn’t even sink in until Celice had started talking - stammering - whatever, as he made an attempt to excuse himself from the situation.

“Lord Celice--!!” 

        It had finally clicked and Lakche made to hastily cover herself with one arm before hopping over and flailing to hit him with the removed shirt a few times. Then it surfaced that hitting the intruder with a sweaty shirt probably wasn’t a good idea either and so she hastily turned her back to him, both arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“You had better have a good explanation for this or I will slice you into a thousand pieces!!!”

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{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis. [ Skasaher → Lakche ]

[Text]: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

[Text]: I DO WHAT I WA NT

[Text]: DO NOT. TELL ME. WHAT TO. DO

[Text]: (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

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seisennozetsubou

//- AS LAKCHE SHOVES CELICE THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY FOR INTRUDING ON HER SPACE

“Celice..?”

     The girl turned, confusion more than apparent as she raised her wrist to look at the braided string bracelet. Had it come loose, then? It was a bit silly, keeping the bracelet as long as she had, but it was somewhat sentimental. Back when they were younger she had woven a few of these friendship bracelets as good luck charms and to see that she’d almost lost it...

“Where’d you find this...?”

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Prompt: Lakche x Celice | My Child

     He didn’t sign up for this. Whatever it was he had signed up for the young Emperor wasn’t certain of anymore but it most certainly, definitely, was positively not this.

“Brother, you are going to wear out the rug with that pacing.” An astute observation from the redhead sitting nearby, mostly as emotional support for Celice while their sister was with the man’s wife. Unfortunately Celice didn’t seem to be taking the support all the effectively, the sweat and stress had made him nearly pass out earlier until he had been removed from the room.

     Was labor supposed to take this long? How long did it normally take to have children? What if they came out weird? They most certainly would be healthy, right? They... they... gods, he could only remember when he’d been told that there were two distinctive heartbeats. He’d nearly fainted then and there. Lakche had merely laughed and shrugged it off as ‘well it runs in the family then, doesn’t it?’ but Celice ... twins meant more of a risk for her, right?

      He had to calm down. There was no way he was helping any by panicking, he should calm down instead and be supportive for his wife but being in there was even worse. He had no idea the woman possessed such verbose knowledge of cusses and insults and while he knew she didn’t sincerely mean such harsh words it was really something else entirely.

"Lord Celice!” Finally someone else’s voice. The Emperor’s head bolted up and in the direction of the door to scan the healer’s face. She was smiling - good, then everything was fine - and she beckoned to him with one hand. There was the sound of crying and shortly after it was joined by a second voice, just moments before he could make his way into the room entirely.

     Lakche looked like she had been through hell but despite that she was managing a weary smile, more content than any battle she’d won to date as she finally sat and sunk back onto the healer’s bed. Yuria and one of the birthmaids had finished helping to clean off the infants and very carefully handed the wailing infants to the exhausted woman.

“I... you are so lucky... I love you... Celice...” A half-hearted chuckle from the woman, newborns held close to her skin. “Aren’t they gorgeous? Our... little angels, Celice...”

“They are...” He managed that much of an answer as he knelt down beside his wife to plant a kiss on her forehead. “And they’ll have a brilliant future, we’ll make sure of it.”