#sugarthiieving

[jurantbourne-blog]

                “ Y-You don’t like this one either. . . ? This is my fifth try. . . Maybe I should just stick to pies. Cakes aren’t really my forte. I’m sorry I let you down, Gaius. I promised a great cake, but I can’t seem to even do that correctly. . . ”

@sugarthiieving || starter call

[codvolant]

im reclassing myself into a tactician so that you have more tacticians to deal with.

 … . I don’t think tactics are your field of expertise..

[acieral]

✿ i want one too!!

Just as I closed out random.org and the list of prompts

10. gentle kiss

Worry creases his brow as he paces back and forth. It’s a small injury, he knows, but such knowledge does little to sooth his mind, not when, such a short time ago, he lost someone else so dear to him, and he isn’t ready to even think about losing another. 

So a vigil he keeps, waiting for the healers to depart from the thief’s tent, and the moment he sees Lissa’s retreating figure he slips in, thick canvas falling to shut out the world as his gaze finds the bandages stretched across the other man’s chest. 

Footsteps bring him, ever so slowly, to Gaius’ bedside, lips pressing into a thin line. It’s a relief to see the man awake and upright, and Chrom absently brushes orange locks to the side, leaning down to brush lips against his. 

“I’m glad you’re all right,” he murmurs ever so softly, the words passing directly from his mouth to Gaius’, and there’s the briefest catch of breath in his throat as he pulls away, seating himself on the edge of his cot.

[acieral]

@sugarthiieving

Water drips from his clothes, his hair, his skin, and it isn’t the first time Chrom wishes the skies turned blue once again. He shrugs off his outer cloak with a grimace--the garment had been near useless up against the constant downpour--but at least it’s the spring rains, rain that’s almost warm to the touch and far more tolerable than the ice-cold showers from the previous season.

A sigh escapes him, a hand reaching up to unstick his hair from his forehead, and he makes his way to the galley, the seeming central point of the ship now that the deck has been rendered uninhabitable.

“Think we’ll be able to find land through all this mist?” he muses aloud once he’s settled down on a bench, glancing over at Gaius as he speaks.

[codvolant]

@sugarthiieving

   “ Gaius, Gaius!!       There is this supposed ‘succ’ gift going around.       Might I present it to  y o u ?  ”

[doilyduchess-blog]

[Starter for @sugarthiieving] 

     Taking a sip from her tea, Maribelle kept her gaze anywhere but on the newest recruit. Even from across the hall, his eye-watering orange hair caused a spark of fury within her. She wouldn’t look at him, for she knew that the more she did, the more tempted she would be to rise from her seat and deliver upon him the wrath of a noblewoman.

     As she took another sip from her teacup with a shaking hand, she thought about the new recruit. How could she have met him all these years later in a cause as noble as the Shepherds? Were the gods perhaps playing some cruel joke on her? Was he here to maybe kill her since he failed in killing her father?What was Chrom thinking, hiring a lowborn rat like Gaius?! She would need to have a word with the Prince later!

    But as she looked up, she froze when she noticed the thief looking at her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, Maribelle could do nothing but stare at the man. It still all felt so surreal, seeing him alive and around her again. She didn’t understand what she did to deserve his company, but fate was especially cruel. Hadn’t she suffered enough at the hands of this loathsome brigand?

     Once out of her trance, Maribelle would muster her most hateful glare in his direction before standing from her seat, thrusting her nose high in the air, and sashaying from the Mess Hall. She needed to find Lissa and rant to her best friend about their newest comrade.

[eatpain-archive-blog]

Head Start

starter ↡ @sugarthiieving​

Niles kept his good eye ajar as one legged overlapped the other in a pitiful attempt to retain comfort, the marred skin where an eye once was left exposed in the isolation of his cabin. The swaying of his hammock was always relaxing. It was unfortunate that the noise kept the raider from surpassing the edge of exhaustion. The rainfall outside had long since passed it's juvenile state of pattering, and was slowly (ever so slowly) evolving into a minor storm. If the weather had been a bit more permissible, he might have stepped onto the upper decks for a glimpse of the stars in the night sky; the way the clouds formed a basilica from only the subtle light of the moon.

Instead he simply removed himself from his perch, retrieving his eyepatch to conceal the only area anyone might consider unsightly, before arming himself and heading towards the door.

          Creak.

Niles stilled, listening. That noise was certainly not his own doing. There was only one plank on this entire ship that made such a sound, and that was a ways down the hall. Someone else must be walking about at this hour. Or, someone was trying to be lightfooted in all the wrong places. Either way, the outlaw was prompted to investigate.

His destination ended up being where the majority of their treasure was located, and the noise’s source a particular red-headed thief.

         ➵  “I'll give you a head start. It's hard to run zigzags in such a narrow hallway.”

[thieftimed-archive-blog]

@sugarthiieving​ // STARTER CALL!!

「 are you- are you stealing CANDY? 」

–   he really couldn’t believe his eyes      as the scene before him was... ...      something he’d been expecting, really.

「 y’know what? i’d probably stop you      if i wasn’t too busy wondering...      Why? 」