#swordhandhungers

[pureheartedmiracle-archive]

☭!

Battle Theme: [x] (The name has nothing to do with this I swear)

Battle Intro: ”Don’t worry about holding back, Owain-san. Minerva and I are pretty strong together!” (“…I thought I felt hostility coming from Minerva for a second…It’s probably just my imagination.”)

Victory: ”Wow, you really are strong Owain-san…Just like a legendary hero should be! But we can’t afford to lose ether. I want to protect my friends too, you know? Hahaha…Anyway, do you want to go get some lunch now?”

Defeat: "Mrmmmm….We lost, huh? Oh well…It’s good to see your training is paying off, Owain-san! I hope I can continue to rely on you…Minerva? Why are you making that face?"Assist: "Don’t try to do everything yourself, Owain-san! We’re here for you!…Or, well, I am…"

Taunt: "Heyyyy! Take this seriously! You won’t win if you take it easy on us just because we’re girls!"

Reacting to Taunt: "Underestimate us and you’re gonna pay the price!"

Tie: "Wow, we’re totally even! I guess that means we’ve both been training pretty hard, huh?"Perfect Victory: "Minerva…? Minerva, put him down! He’s already unconscious! Minerva, stop hitting him!"

[betwixtarcher-blog]

Kissed!

63. jawline kiss

             He speaks to her with this glowing manner, happy, cheerful at every moment, delightful. It always soothes her heart to be beside him, his company being something far welcoming then many others who may haps part took of her attention. At this point he's laughing, cheeks stretched out in a full smile. Noire herself can't help but smile along, blinking momentarily as she allows for her thoughts to trail along.             She'd thought it many times before. A slight little peck on the cheek, maybe upon his nose, upon his forehead, though time and time she'd stray kissing him else where. The little things about him popping forth to her, the tiny movements she simply wished to kiss out of utter appreciate of them. Such as the subtle way his brows would twitch when he'd hold a pose far too long. Or maybe the way his lips would rise from one side before the next when he'd begin to laugh.             Regardless of what thought played in her thoughts, the fact of the matter still stood out to her like a sore thumb. Kissing him, would he even come to like it? Questionable was she, yet he was evidently enamored within the conversation they had currently. Noire herself was to listen though, as she had begged the question for him to explain. Absolutely enthralled by whatever it is he'd come to say. Noire watches as a twerk of his comes to play, and she giggles.             Seeing as what he had to say  wasn't particularly funny. Owain stops, conflicted as to why she had come to giggle at him. Noire blinks, realizing he noticed and offers him a warm smile. Apologetic as it was, the boy still implores on asking why she had laughed and the archer could do nothing but answer.❝The way you talk sometimes, its just... It's cute.❞             Owain moves to speak. Eyes looking elsewhere when Noire had come to move forward, causing his eyes to snap back at once. Soft touch upon the bottom of his jaw causing a flush of feelings to be had of him. Mainly, from her who had softly kissed him there once more before reeling back. Setting upon her seat.  ❝Oh... S-Sorry was that too much?❞

[unseenseal-blog]

When Lissa first arrived to the Hive, it was empty, save for the new arrivals like her and those who had been spared from the latest experiment. But when she woke up this one morning, the streets were full again, and word spread about the place the citizens had been trapped in for the past two weeks: A labyrinth, with mythical creatures that rivaled the Risen and other enemies that had plagued home. Hearing about it made her glad that she was too late to be sucked into it. 

And as she made her way through the crowds of people, it was revealed that there were some familiar faces in this city. Whether that was a good or bad thing Lissa had yet to figure out, but mother's intuition-- or maybe just the fact that he stood out as a person in general --had her recognizing the boy a little ways away from her in an instant.

"Owain!" 

Picking up her dress, the princess closed the distance between them as quickly as possible, reaching up as if she were going to embrace him-- Which she did, only she went the extra mile by bringing him down so she could hold him tightly to her bosom, with her cheek pressed to the top of his head.

"Are you okay, sweetie? I heard all about the spooky labyrinth and scary monsters that were inside! I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, but don't worry, Mama's here for you now!"

She was too busy entering mother hen mode that she didn't notice she was likely hugging him to the point of choking again. 

swordhandhungers

[duc-de-rosanne-blog]

Well met, Virion, and a happy birthday to you! You seem quite hale and hearty.

Many thanks, Owain. Tell me, and be truthful, do you notice anything… different about my visage? An outside opinion may be useful to my predicament…

[pinkiesenses]

(/□＼*)・゜

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

I think that Pinkie blushes easily, actually. It isn't like a bashful blush, but she's just so happy all the time that she just can't help but feel rosy cheeked. Just seeing her friends smile is enough to make her blush.