#slumbering-saint

[theofficersacademy]

Hello! With classes starting for me, I'm afraid I must take a step back from rp for a while. May I request a semi-hiatus for both Flayn and Laegjarn? Thank you!

Flayn and Laegjarn are on semi-hiatus until 8/30! Please make sure to message the Masterlist once you return.

- Mod Rai

[progenitess]

of games and mysteries

@slumbering-saint​:

Playing volleyball alone seemed rather depressing.

It was a game that was often played with friends at the beach; she had seen the nobles of the monastery hit a ball around in groups whenever they visited the beach. She thought it fitting to try it out herself now that she was in the right setting, though she supposes being alone sort of ruined the fun.

Still, not one to be deterred, Flayn continues smacking the ball around in silence. Sand flies upwards as the girl spikes-- well, the closest she can get to a spike, anyways-- the ball downward. She sputters as some of the brine and sea salt hit her face; how terribly salty!

The ghost of a giggle echoes in her ears.

A voice… was there someone else here?

She picks up the sand-covered ball and turns around, green ringlets flying through the air as she searches for the origin of the voice. In the corner of her eye, she spots a blurry figure with flowing green hair, floating on the coastline. Flayn squints, and the specter disappears in a flash.

A ghost, maybe? How mysterious… perhaps this really was the afterlife. She must investigate!

"Pardon the intrusion, but is someone there?" she calls, still scanning the beach for another flash of green. Silence. Maybe they wanted to play volleyball with her but were too shy to ask? Perhaps she should offer an invitation, then. "If you are here and listening, might I suggest we play a game?"

Flayn holds the ball up as if to show it off. Can the dead even play ball? She supposes she should find out here.

"I am far from good at athletics, but that makes playing sports all the more enjoyable! So, what do you say? Will you take up my offer?"

The girl was...familiar. In a way that Sothis couldn’t quite place as she toyed with her own verdant hair, humming in thought. Still, she finds herself following the stranger around, hovering just behind her. “How puzzling,” she mused, reaching a hand towards Flayn’s green hair. “Why do you seem so familiar?”

It wasn’t long before she noticed the white ball in the girl’s hands, clearly set to play a game by her lonesome. She found herself snickering at the girl’s attempts, this clearly was not a game one typically played alone. Ah--she’d been noticed. Well, there was a different type of fun to be had from that.

“While I’d love to indulge you, I’m afraid I cannot touch the ball to participate in this game of yours.” She hovered near the girl, leaning in. 

“Tell me, what is your name? You’re different from this others, this much I know to be true.” Sothis hummed softly, thinking. “You are like me. No, that’s not quite right either. Oh, bother! How these endless puzzles frustrate me so.”

[theofficersacademy]

Hello! I would like to reserve Flayn!

Flayn has been reserved!

You have one week (7/12) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Ree

[perfectionist-prince]

K-kiss?

Kissing Booth, Open for Service! || send “kiss!” for, well, y’know…

An unexpected but welcomed visitor makes her way up to his booth. Sweetness incarnate stands before him, cheeks slightly flushed as she asks quietly for his services. Siegbert had not interacted with Lady Flayn often before, but he knew her kind facade well enough; she was a delight to see around in the monastery and an adored friend at that. There wasn’t a soul at Garreg Mach who did not smile upon meeting her gaze and Siegbert certainly was no exception.

“Lady Flayn,” voice gentle as ever, akin to bells chiming in perfect chords on the wind, as he takes her hand in his. “It would be my honor.” Purely on instinct does he press his lips to the back of her hand, but this is not the type of kiss either of them had in mind.

He draws her down slowly. One hand continues to hold hers, while the other raises to trace his fingers over her cheek—the mere action a kiss in and of itself. Palm rests against cheek, fingers grazing over fine Paris-green curls.

(Such a beautiful woman she is, he thinks. Anyone on this earth would be lucky to receive her love.)

Carmine flutters shut and lips brush. Somewhere, a wary older brother has sirens going off in his head; for now, the prince enjoys the feeling of soft lips against his own, a smile melting into their kiss.

There’s a sadness to him when he pulls away. Such a selfish feeling, really—he must brush it away, how unbecoming of him to yearn for another kiss when he hasn’t even courted this sweet girl.

“Have a pleasant afternoon, Lady Flayn. Thank you for stopping by.”