#sigurd support

[reddragonprincess]

[ GOSSIP ]

"Minvera!"

Where did he come from? Approaching from the side seemingly from no where, arms spread in a gesture of welcome, Sigurd extended a hand to shake as one warrior to another and clapped her on the shoulder.

"You look lovely, of course. Perhaps later I shall ask for a dance. Oh - that is, if you are not otherwise occupied.

"Do you know," and here he lowered his voice, conspiratorial, leaning in and speaking behind one hand the better for only Minerva's ears to hear, "she is my niece. I know! Where could a lovely young lady like that have gotten blood of my blood - my sister's daughter, and she has none of my boorishness, I can assure you."

Among all the people that lingered around the ballroom, a distinguished knight appeared and headed towards Minerva, who actually immediately recognised the visage and greeted him with the same cordiality and manners of the latter.

“You and your wife were splendid, I saw you entered the ballroom with elegance and royalty, the one that distinguishes you, Sir Sigurd” she made a little nod with her head, approving the possibility of a dance, yet felt immediately embarrassed at the conclusion of his phrase, at the mention of her niece.

“I-I didn’t know it…But I could definitely could have told it by the boldness in her eyes” she tried to correct her tone, turning slightly to the right to hide her blush; despite she felt bold and daring in front of Altena, she, in truth, felt utterly melted whenever she was with her. But of course she had an attitude to cover!

“Indeed she has got all my attention now, but later I'd be flattered to have a dance with you” she confirmed, trying to slip away from the previous topic, “I leave you this hyacinth as a token of gratitude for the invitation and please, send my regards to your wife as well!” and she offered one of her flower, gently offering it to him with a genuine smile.

[avemaera]

stone or mahogany ♚ w/sigurd

The academy professors are bogged down with work and need a little extra help. Teacher’s assistant positions have been opened up and are available to just about anyone willing to lend a hand. Try your hand at helping teach some of your fellow students—or get an inside opportunity to change you and your friends’ grades in the assignment logs. [Grants Authority +1]

@divinetyrfing

The threat guided at the Garreg Mach Monastery last month had come only days after the incident in the Cathedral. So close in fact, that the administration did not have the time nor concern to properly exact disciplinary action on himself and Sigurd. They had spoken with them separately, and promised retribution would come. The mutual assignment to the Sealed Forest had been mere coincidence, they claimed.

The admissions had come to the decision that since this was their first offense, and if no others occurred in the future, restorative justice was preferable to probation.

After tending to the damages in the Cathedral, they would spend a week assisting each other in their duties. Arvis with ensuring the monastery's safety, and Sigurd with educating the students.

“I don’t want my lectern in direct sunlight.” Arvis barks, not even looking up from grading exams. Though it was more like making Sigurd do busy work; or finding him busy work. What else was there for him to do? The man wasn’t a scholar; he didn’t know magic. All he knew was how to swing a silly sword around. “That doesn’t mean put it in the shadow either. I want to read my lesson plans, don’t I?” He demands when he hears Sigurd finish heaving the podium across the room.

Even if Sigurd could be an asset to class, he didn’t want him around. Memories of the forest were fuzzy at best, but still undeniable, and Arvis staunchly refuses to acknowledge some of what they shared in that cursed place.

“Now it’s not centered.” Arvis commands, still not even looking up to see if there was truth to his words. Hmm... this student clearly didn’t study, he thought, circling a large ‘D’ to the corner of her exam.

[bcmbshellblcnde]

the pretty birds have flown

@divinetyrfing | Any Skill +1

This was. So immensely stupid an idea.

Charlotte bit down her groan as the crowd began to shuffle its way into pairs. Her axe, so preciously taken care of and carefully sharpened, rested comfortably on her shoulder. Swap weapons? She didn’t wanna swap weapons. Bad enough she had to worry about people learning how strong she was and that she could actually fight, now they wanted her showing that off? No way! Absolutely not! There was nothing they could do that would convince her tooooo-

okay maybe an attractive and obvious rich looking guy could convince her to stick this out for a little while.

“Oh, hello!” Charlotte smiled like a perfect little angel as she slid over to the knight, cutting off some loser’s approach before they had the chance. She heard them grumble behind her and wander off to find another partner, but she just kept smiling like nothing at all had happened.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother, but...well I’m fairly new and I don’t really know anyone that well yet.” She laughed sheepishly and worked up a faint blush, just a touch, a splash of color for the intrigue. “It’s a little scary at times...but anyways, I was wondering, if it’s not a trouble, would you be my partner for this?”

She lowered her axe and let the blade rest on the floor, as if just the act of carrying it was exhausting (as if). She brushed some hair behind her ear and smiled again. “Please?”

[avemaera]

divinetyrfing:

arvis i am going to fucking kill you

lmao gottie

[avemaera]

[Tinted Glasses] [Laugh] - it's a last second grab of the table for their picture together, sigurd placing the pair of glasses on his face with a boyish grin. the photo would have been too stiff otherwise. "arvis, look how silly these are!" he grabs the man's attention for a reaction just as the photo-artifex is about to go off.

[avemaera]

sigurd's feelings on arvis are mixed at best, but he still feels the need to wish arvis a happy birthday. i must be crazy, he thinks as he approaches arvis to do just that. "erm..." it feels pretty awkward, and sigurd coughs into his fist to clear his throat. it's clear that sigurd has some kind of emotional attachment to arvis, but expressing it is so just... how? sigurd tries to think of what he'd done in the past for friends' birthdays. "well, happy birthday, arvis." sigurd finally says after being allowed to think for a few seconds, and then he gives arvis the best hug he can manage in the moment.

Arvis is busy collecting his things after concluding a seminar to notice Sigurd's approach. The man clears his throat and Arvis tosses a glance over his shoulder to see who it is.

He immediately scowls at who. He can't be here to wish Arvis a happy b-

Ah.

Well,

Arvis turns around slowly and crosses his arms, clearing his throat in response to the awkward tension between them.

"Yes, well. Thank you, Sigurd." Discomfort doesn't sit well on Arvis, so he tries to shift the tension back into playful toying. He puffs out his chest and smirks. "I suppose you've finally learned my due respect-gHH"

So it was another attempt on his life then was it? Catch him while his guard's down? Surely he would snap his neck or break his spine-

He tries shoving Sigurd away, but he is so taken aback by being hugged that it is laughable at best.

"U-unhand me this instant!"

[avemaera]

of course, of course, of course fate would put him on the same mission on arvis. sigurd thought he would be able to avoid him for at least a few weeks, but it seems that was not the case. now that they were gonna be forced together for who knows how long, he figures he should set up boundaries between the two of them. otherwise, who knows what will happen on the mission. he doesn't want to fail just because of a (what many would consider petty) squabble between the two. his duties as a knight come first. sigurd decidedly greets arvis with a steeled resolve. "arvis. we'll be going on the same mission together. i would like to ask that we... put everything behind us- at least for this mission." he's not so bold to ask that they suddenly be friends, or that they keep his proposal up forever. just some semblance of calm, for a month. that's it.

After Deirdre's tearful farewell, Sigurd is the last man he ever wants to see. Arvis is already well aware that they have been assigned to the same mission, and just seeing the man's face is an unnecessary reminder.

But for all his anger, Arvis is not daft enough to self sabotage. For now, he needed to rely on Sigurd, and to gain that, he must return it in kind. Arvis side eyes the man as he offers his hand for a shake. He wouldn't have accepted it anyway, but a mark upon Sigurd's palm catches his eyes. He grasps the knight's hand, and examines the mark, before looking back up at him in quiet judgment.

Arvis tuts softly. "A vice stains your skin as well, Lord Chalphy. I wonder what it could be..." Ordinarily Arvis would not admit his own mark so freely, but he knows how plainly visible it was, edging along the side of his face.

He drops the man's hand.

"You can rely on me this month."

He knows that the phrasing will not be so easily believed.

[felemfidelem]

"eldigan, i have something for you. for your birthday." sigurd presents him with the ornamental dagger he'd had specially forged for the occasion. it had cost him a scary amount of coin to get it just the way he wanted, different than what most would usually order. gold accents on the hilt, bejeweled with a single blue gem. the blade and the sheath itself an almost pitch black reminiscent of mystletainn.

"keep it close to your heart. so it can protect you when i'm not around." sigurd's gaze is serious for a moment before he breaks any pretense with a sheepish chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed. there was no doubt that this was a bit silly in his mind. eldigan was a grown man capable of handling himself, not a child.

"well that's what i say but— it's not like you can use it in battle. it's merely decorative." he'd already handed the dagger off to the blonde, but his hand lingers close to him now empty. just the gift wasn't enough for sigurd, there was something more that he could give eldigan.

he hesitates for a moment before ultimately giving in and leaning in, placing a kiss on eldigan's lips with his hand sneaking its way up against eldigan's chest.

when he pulls back, a mischievous though slightly nervous smile remains clear as day on his face. "you cannot yet break our vow, alright?"

With their growing age and responsibilities, it had mostly been through letters the two exchanged each other well wishes, let alone on the anniversary of their births. It was odd, but not unwelcome that they now had the chance to spend everyday side by side without consequence. Greeting each other in the morning had now become routine, rather than the rare occasion. So routine, that despite celebrating Sigurd's birthday a few months prior, Eldigan does not expect to be presented with a gift on his own.

His eyes fall upon the dagger, and his hands hover, almost afraid to accept it, before its weight is placed into his palms.

It is not the first gift Sigurd has ever given, nor will it be the last. But somehow it is different. It is beautiful... with sentiment clear and lining every inch. Eldigan's fingers slowly curl around it, as Sigurd's linger near. He turns it over, back and forth, drinking in every ornate detail. His reflection catches in the darkened sheath, and upon his face is an indescribable emotion. Uncharacteristic and unbidden, a tinge colors his cheeks. Perhaps his fingers even tremble.

He wants to reach for Sigurd's hand to hold, but finds now how it presses against his chest and moves upwards. Eldigan looks to Sigurd for an explanation, but the man captures his lips in his own.

Time stands still before the fervor is matched.

When he pulls away, Eldigan is still starved, but he is always blessed for having but a taste. If it makes his hunger only deeper, he cares not. He exhales softly before touching his own lips and ducking his head away as though he were a bashful school girl.

The space their relationship lies between is unnamed and its shape undefined, but what ever it is, he never dreamed to have this much. Their vow--their new one--was to live for each other. And so he shall.

When he turns back to face Sigurd, his eyes are misty and his smile is a rare and radiant one. Immodest and unafraid. "I won't. Not ever. Not with you close at heart." He pulls him close, an iron grip as he hugs his very dearest friend as tightly as he possibly can. "Thank you."