Discover Top Posts Tagged with #siderealsmoke

Starter call: @siderealsmoke

“You.”

Felix was never known for his compassionate nor soft-spoken side. He always made it a point to treat others with disrespect, perhaps even with a tongue-lashing if he deemed they were deserving of it.

This time, however, he knew virtually nothing about his comrade-in-arms.

“We’re on kitchen duty. Hurry up and make yourself useful.”

#siderealsmoke #{ Blue Lions Route; }#{ War Phase ; }

@siderealsmoke replied to your post: “There’s the snow! Once it starts to pile up, who...

“I’m gonna dump snow down the back of Lorenz’ shirt.”

“While that would be hilarious to see, it would defeat the purpose of this snowball fight. It is supposed to be the Golden Deer against OTHER houses.”

#siderealsmoke #Golden Lord (Claude)#V: academy

[ sleepy ]++ { also known as, sylvain got the gremlin to go to sleep after 84 years }

@siderealsmoke

By the time the chaos and confusion had { died } down in the noisy stables, the moon was high in the night sky - its silver light pouring in through the dusty windows and spilling out onto the cluttered floor through the open doors. Though only the faintest of glimmers from the stars tucked away behind the dreary clouds could be seen from where he stood, it hadn’t turned into an unpleasant night. It had merely become quiet, still even, despite the cacophony that horses had kicked up earlier with their startled calls and hefty grunts. Frankly, he was surprised they had managed to calm down so quickly, though not ungrateful for it given what time it had to be by now and the fact that most of the other soldiers were attempting to head in for the { night } or already had. They were an exception of course, seated on the straw-covered and muddy stable floor just outside his own mare’s pen, bags buried beneath his eyes and, from the look of her, he imagined she hadn’t slept in just as long, while they took this brief chance to rest after everything that had just happened. He hadn’t expected moving the horses about would be easy, but it hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had so { desperately } wished it would have. Regardless, it was over now and he could listen to his mare as she chomped away on the apples they had left for her without having Ingrid’s pegasus close enough to possibly kick his head in.

A sigh tumbled from his lips as his hand came back to run through scarlet locks in relief. However, for as exhausted and strained as he felt at the moment, legs bent before him and the smooth, { ebony } armor he normally donned shoved into a corner with a few more dents in it thanks to a certain unruly pegasus, it was Inshel who truly deserved all of the credit. To say she had changed his life for the { better } might have sounded like an overstatement to some when all she had done was suggest and help him move a few horses around, it was an understatement for him. He’d to admit it, but he was starting to get used to how that pegasus’s hooves felt when they made contact with his armor and just how hard her teeth were when she managed to get close enough to him to snap despite the fact that he was her current source of food and shelter. He was { eternally } grateful that, most days, his mare was the only horse he had to deal with. And, even then, she was far from perfect when she disliked most everyone who wasn’t him.

His attention turned back to Inshel where she say beside him, a smile worming its way onto his features as his arm fell back down to his side. “Well, now that this over with, how about I take -” he was just about to offer her a decent meal at a nice restaurant in one of the towns on the outskirts of the monastery when he saw her slipping. Slowly, her head began to drift sideways. Lower and lower until her cheek fell against her shoulder and her hair spilled out over his back. Her eyes were shut and her breathing was soft; { peaceful } even. For just a moment he allowed confusion to slither into his haze before it morphed into something far more difficult to read.

“I can’t say you haven’t earned a decent rest,” He finished instead, his voice nothing more than a soft whispers as he leaned his head back against the door that lead into his mare’s stall - her head lowering over the barrier to prod at Sylvain’s messy hair. A smile, one more real than fake for once in his life, slipped onto his features as he carefully lifted his other hand to stroke her muzzle, careful not to move much to prevent himself from jolting her awake, even if he can’t imagine his shoulder being all that comfortable. Maybe she’ll learn to use a real pillow next time. But, for now, he supposes he can say still for her { sake } until she’s ready to grab something to eat.

#siderealsmoke #| ❀ Two-faced and Broken-hearted (IC) ❀ |#| ❀ With you; I believe we can make it out (Post Timeskip) ❀ |#| ❀ Love Letters (Ask) ❀ |#{ Thank you for sending this! }

siderealsmoke replied to your post: Presents Leo with all her notes, stacked and color...

“…Too long. It was originally a project from a point in my life when I was a very different woman. It was my intention to remove my markings– but I have let that endeavor go.”

“I see. Well...I suppose it is best I try and play catch up and read what you’ve written. Perhaps your notes will help to yield some results - so long as you have no qualms with me ADDING things to them.”

#siderealsmoke #Whats Wrong With Being Confident? ;; IC

“I never stood a chance, did I?” {please consider: an amilia who is questioning her faith in /everything/ 'hearing voices' when she's praying at a low point??}

50 Dialogue Prompts || {Accepting!}

“…I will not provide false hope, young one– thou never had a glimmer of a chance. It is a revelation to neither lament nor fret over, however,”

There is no physical form to look upon, or match the divine dragon’s words to, yet to say that her voice is one that only the young girl can hear would also be incorrect– it is a whisper amongst a dying breeze; words everyone could hear, but do not direct themselves at everyone. It is an act that the woman does here and there, simply to guide those she deems to hopeless to survive without her aid– beings not special, but ones that Naga pities not unlike how a human might look upon a helpless, wounded animal. She is no God, truly, but a dragon that simply cannot cut her ties with humanity, even in death.

“Thy powers are unique, but not extraordinary or inhibitory. They were not the cause– unfortunate circumstances were.”

#✧⊱⦃ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰✧#siderealsmoke #{gfdhjk she loves humans but}#{don't confuse it for genuine love-- it's not so black and white}