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[nagahearted-a]

“Just breathe.”

Comforting Edition {Sentence Starters}

      Emmeryn’s voice is almost infuriatingly calm and does little to ease his ire. It burns in his chest and makes his fingers curl into fists at his sides, but he reigns it in enough not to snap at her and at least tries to calm himself.

      ❝ She’s locked herself in her room crying, Emm, ❞ he says after a very deliberate breath.❝They kept heckling her and laughed at her when she left. ❞

      He doesn’t know if he can go into more detail without storming out, but he knows he doesn’t have to. It’s not the first time Lissa’s been tormented publicly over her lack of brand, and it certainly won’t be the last. But it doesn’t change the fact that Chrom only grows angrier every time it happens.

      ❝ I hate it. I hate that I can’t do anything to stop it. And I hate that no matter what we say or do she’s going to doubt it forever. ❞

[clericallis-blog]

@sagelyexalt  liked the starter call!

“Y-your Majesty! You must allow me to express my most sincere regrets for erring in your rescue, for I have fail in my tasks and my duties, therefore I have sinned. To leave you in harm’s hands .... is a most grievous fault!”

[noxloved-archive]

@sagelyexalt ( cont. )

     Admittedly, there is a part of Phila that hoped Emmeryn would fail to notice the brush of their fingers against each other. For one, she has no desire to interrupt the other’s reading, but the true reason is this--she knows Emmeryn would, even without memories of who she used to be, will pause and ask if she needs something. And she does, just as a predicted. 

    “No, milady, I do not,” she confesses with a smile that is both apologetic and embarrassed. “Please forgive me. It is sometimes still difficult to believe that you are truly here. It is nothing you need worry about.”

[fellmother-a]

@sagelyexalt​

      Her heart aches at the sight of the young Exalt -- she is only ten -- trying to hide her tears. Her cheeks are a blotchy red, little hands swiping at a runny nose as tears roll off of her chin. And with no one there to console her after such an earnest attempt at peace. Peace that Isra had yearned for for years, but the king ( damn him ) had only laughed gleefully in her face and burned the treaty in front of her.

      Anger still burns in her chest for the slaughter of her people, but to blame a child -- !

      With a glance toward Gangrel and her husband, Isra breaks away. They will not notice her absence, so she takes the opportunity to approach the child.

      ❝ Hello, dear. ❞ A gentle smile curves her lips, and she gathers her robes around her so she can kneel down.  ❝ Are you all right? ❞

[grandiloque]

@sagelyexalt​

      ❝ No peeking, ❞ Virion says, lips upturned as he guides Emmeryn to their destination, her arm looped through his and his hand resting lightly atop hers. He’s a surprise for her, one he’s been planning for quite some time now, and he would much rather it not be ruined prematurely simply because her curiosity overtakes her. ( Of course, he more than trusts her to keep her word, but… he doesn’t want to take any chances. Not for this. )

      Building within his chest is an uncharacteristic knot of nerves, twisting themselves around his heart, squeezing it, releasing it, repeat. As many times as he’s thought of this moment and as much time as he’s spent preparing for it, he can’t save himself from the fear that she will reject him. It has plagued him for days, weeks, months on end. The thought that she deserves better than a debauchee like himself circles endlessly around his head, and he’s glad that he’s asked her to close her eyes else she would immediately know what is amiss. But as much as Virion tells himself that he doesn’t deserve her, he is too selfishly in love to let her go. His heart has already spent too long aching for her, and he could not bear another moment of such pain. So his step does not falter, not even as their feet slow and he guides her to a halt.

      Slipping his arm from hers, he takes a step behind her. ❝ You may look. ❞

      Encircling them in the garden is a crowd of roses, each a bright and vibrant red, in bloom as full as the love he bears for the woman in front of him. It had taken weeks to get them all here, and a tremendous amount of effort to keep them a secret, and he can only hope that it will all pay off. As he waits for Emmeryn to take in the sight before her, he remains silent, knowing that she is well aware of the flowers’ meaning.

      He lowers himself to one knee and removes a small, polished wooden box from his pocket. He waits for her to turn around before opening it to reveal a ring of shining rose gold filigree, inlaid beautifully with three shining opals.

      A breath, and he says, ❝ Emmeryn... I adore you with every fiber of my being and I cannot imagine spending a single moment beyond this without you... So I must ask, will you marry me? ❞

[pochemu]

@sagelyexalt || x

      His lips press together, turning down into a frown. How could she say such things when he loves her so? When he cried at the mere sight of her upon his return to Ylisse? When he has already lost himself in her once? How can she doubt that it is he who does not deserve her?

      “Darling,” he reaches for her and takes her fidgeting hands within his, giving them a squeeze and brushing his thumbs over her knuckles. “I don’t expect you to remember anything, let alone so quickly. It is enough for me to know you live. I wish only that your heart did not ache so with this burden -- do not place more weight upon your shoulders by saying such things.

      “I could ask for no better wife, and no better woman to love.”

[grimahearted]

@sagelyexalt ( cont. )

    “It’s beautiful,” she breathes, eyes wide with wonder at the variety of plants around them, each with vivid hues and a fresh smell to call their own. She couldn’t, of course, name any of them, but she was sure that, if given the time, she could learn. 

    “I get the feeling I’m accustomed to heat, even if I don’t particularly care for it--but even if I weren’t, it’d be worth it to spend time out here.”

[clericallis-blog]

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i love this, and tbh, i have similar feelings about emm. I feel like in some post-game scenarios where she isn't dead, she'd be prone to adoption too. I 100% get it when you say you can see libra not having biological kids. He loves those orphans so much.

I don’t doubt that!! They’re both illegally kind and soft-hearted people, even if Libra’s thinks he’s feigning it. And---- Ikr??? Libra’s extend to love those orphans makes a lot of sense if he knows he’ll never have kids of his own. Libra’s your typical cat lad--- I mean, man. cat man, except with children. I also like to think with the way he’s looking so soft and hugable, the children loved to glomp him.