#riegastrung

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‣✽. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒!

* 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 : Valentin Richter * 𝙰𝙶𝙴 : 4000+ * 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : 6′6″ * 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 : Darkrai * 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 : Male * 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : Unknown * 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 : Unknown * 𝚂𝚄𝙽 𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽 : Unknown * 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 : Santalune City, Kalos // Sovereign Temple * 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : Single * 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : Lawful Neutral * 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 : Caffe Mocha * 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 : Chocolate Almond Croissant * 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 : Night * 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 : Anything Carbon won’t eat * 𝙿𝙴𝚃 : Carbon, italian greyhound houndoom given by Cyan @ex-rockxtgrunt * 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚁 : Black * 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 : Cymbidium Orchids - White and Pink Overnight * 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : ??? * 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 : Broad, fit, lots of leg * 𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : Bright Maya Blue * 𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁 : Silver-white, appears pearlescent under direct light

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@riegastrung​

idk which fuckin blog to tag since kisumi’s not on tumbles LOL

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x -- During Love

You are the air we breathe, important but largely unnoticed.

Only the most gentle in spirit will take the time to appreciate you, for most do not think about how much they love the air, they just do. You are fickle at times, and largely indecisive, but you give life in every possible way that you can. Try not to feel that the way you are underappreciated is your fault. It is not. You have simply been too good for too long, and you have made everybody comfortable.

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[ fix ] // @riegastrung​ // meme

“Claude, you need to be more careful.” There was a bit of worry in his voice, but a bit of a scolding tone that accompanied it. Linhardt really hated the sight of blood, and it didn’t help that the bandages were already starting to get saturated with it. His thin fingers ran across Claude’s arm, applying pressure every couple centimeters or so to make sure there wasn’t any significant nerve damage in the area. His eyes would glance up to meet Claude’s every minute or so, but he would quickly look away. More so out of his own flustered conscience than anything else. “Once the bandage starts getting too saturated with your blood, come see someone to replace the bandages. I’d feel horrible if you got an infection because of carelessness.”

“There, you should be fine. Although I do suggest not straining your body or doing any more training for a day or two. You could injure yourself further if you continue to place more strain on it.” Linhardt let out a smile, proud of his bandage work. Years of war will teach you how to be good at caring for wounds when you’re too lazy to do any actual fighting. I’ll keep an eye on you, just in case -- he thought to himself. But he was sure Claude was hearty enough to take care of himself. Or so he hoped.

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❝ rule number one is that you gotta have fun . ❞ -- @riegastrung

Petra nodded, face serious as she took in the rules of this game. They did not have anything similar in Brigid. It seemed a little like playing with colors during the festival of spring ... but also not at all like that. This after all was just water. And as far as Petra could tell, it had no significance outside of playing. Where as playing with colors was about celebrating love. 

( She thought, Claude may perhaps, like to see Brigid during that time. And he may appreciate the story of the two lovers that sparked the festival. She made a note to speak to him of it some day. ) 

This was an inventive use of magic, she had to say, and for no other reason than playing. Lysithea was so gifted, and it delighted Petra to see her magic used this way. Reaching over she picked up the small bubble of water. It stayed perfectly still in her hand, it would only break once thrown. 

“What is the second rule?” 

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@riegastrung​ said: "it's not as bad as it looks..." ( marianne )

        “ claude, please. ” her voice is colored with a rare shade of sternness as she leads him over to the nearest bit of cover. maybe she’d no right to treat him that way, but she worried for him --- always worried about him and everyone else --- as if their wellbeing depended solely on her ability to heal. and, oftentimes, it did. funny, it almost made marianne believe she really did have a curse if they had to rely on her.

        “ let me take a look ... ” she carefully peels the other’s hand away from his side, giving the gash a proper look. if marianne were to be frank, the wound was worse than it had appeared. magic would do its job but not completely. there were limits to it. “ it’s going to hurt, okay ? ” that’s all the warning she gives before an incantation is murmured under her breath like a prayer, forcing skin to stitch itself back together. what had been a deep gash became a more manageable cut that could be done up by hand.

        “ n - no more backflips off your wyvern. ”

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@riegastrung​

“I do understand your worry Claude but I’m sure that me staying inside of my bedroom won’t disturb your war meetings.” Sure, Linhardt’s knowledge of crests would be helpful, but he had Hanneman for that. Linhardt’s more associative knowledge about Adrestian tactics were basic at best, but that was more through his father’s work.

He covered his mouth with his hand, letting out a gentle yawn. Exhaustion, great. It hasn’t even been five minutes into the conversation. Linhardt’s fingers tightened around the tome he was holding, using whatever hand was free to brush some loose hairs back behind his ears. “I’m sure you can find someone more awake to help you in your endeavors. I have more reading to catch up on.”

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❝ would you do anything for me ? ❞

“Oh no.” It was a familiar question, but not from Claude’s lips. Though she normally worded it such that it assumed the other person had to say yes. Was he learning her tricks? Not that she could imagine him trying to push his work onto anyone else, so what did he want?

“...Yes?” She answered ever so hesitantly. “We’re friends, aren’t we? Why do you ask?”