#toadevotedhearts

[teneguine]

Are those... Petals?

All over the floors, stuck to the walls--hell, there are even some inside dormitories! What's more, a soft melody enchants the monastery's air, drawing all with a beating heart to its source: an extravagant party. Why not take a peek inside? You may just find that special someone in attendance...

Welcome to Petal Party of the Day of Devoted Hearts: Flaming-Flower Frenzy! (yes you must say the whole thing), TOA's unofficial Valentine's Day event! Owain and Micaiah have teamed up with Lucina and Pelleas to pair together kindred souls using the results of a short quiz. Will their powers of fortune-telling create the perfect date? Or catastrophic failure... 

Register your muses on this form by February 12, 11:59 PM EST, answering all questions in-character 

Micaiah will then use her abilities to put together the perfect pairs based on your answers, or pass the duty onto Owain, who will surely do the same with his """Dark Prognosticus""" 

You will receive an ask from one of the event hosts, assigning you either a thread starter or thread replier 

Thread starters will be given an instruction or identifier that they must include in a scene-setting post (e.x. "wear a pink bow" or "clink your glass three times") 

Thread repliers will be told of this identifier and must read through event starters to find their date, at which point they'll reply to the post 

Then the fun begins! Will your muses fall in love? Hate each other's guts? Make a new friend? Who knows! That part is up to you 

Make sure all threads and interactions are tagged with #toadevotedhearts

More details about post deadlines and the party setting will be released closer to time, but if you have any questions feel free to let any of the event hosts know!

[serraic]

a starter for day of Devoted Hearts

    May unending love and devotion find you...! 

   Really, Pelleas nailed it. For all the feathers he ruffled by telling her she looked like someone else ( Hilda, dang you!!! ), he absolutely pulled it back in the end. That’s exactly what she was looking for — unending love and devotion. 

     And maybe, just maybe, it was on the horizon today... 

    Today, Serra looked her best. She was wearing a long, lilac dress with yawning sleeves and a small train, and a pearl necklace, situated above a high neckline. Hair was tied up in her usual pigtails, but it was braided a bit before it was tied off, giving it a really charming look.

    And, most importantly, of course, she had a crumpled note with a line of poetry on it, in her hand. 

   Well... maybe it shouldn’t stay in her hand. She put it on the white-clothed table in front of her. Smoothed it out a little. Really, why did it have to be crumpled? It looked so bad, so ugly! It made her look all messy, and stuff! Ugh...

    But... if this was what was going to help her find her one true love... she’d do it! 

   Saint Elimine, please... let someone cute come by! 

[sharpscion]

𝐀 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 – 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐇 & 𝐁𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇

   There the swordsman found himself, in the midst of an explosion of decoration and Day of Devotion cheer. Thanks to an awkward encounter with a fellow classmate, he was given all the instructions he needed to participate. He tried to play it cool, but it was nearly impossible to not feel awkward when everyone was looking you up and down. He couldn’t blame them though, it was merely apart of this silly game he had been dragged into. 

   Scathach shuffled rather ungracefully to an empty table to assemble what had been asked of him in the card. Like Pelleas had echoed, the card called for ‘  a stuffed animal friend with you on your shoulder ’. He looked into the empty beaded eyes of the plush and wondered just how this could get any more embarrassing. With hesitance, he attached the furry friend onto his shirt with a safety pin. It sat tall upon his shoulder, surely proud to be there, but Scathach could not have dreaded it more. 

   With all preparations complete, he and his stuffed friend found their place at the refreshments with haste. Though he wanted to hide away, he could not find it in himself to ruin the event for the person searching for him. As he took small sips of his drink, Scathach idly watched the swarm on people looking each and every person over. As he watched pair meet pair, he silently hoped that whoever he was paired with would be at least somewhat easy to get along with. 

[princessmacedon]

you tell me spring has come

So begins another of these seek-and-find events, and as she had been so brightly told: love abounds! From where she sits in the courtyard, Maria can see the hustle and bustle of Garreg Mach begin to grow, envoys flitting from place to place and leaving hallways and classrooms all a-titter in their wake. For her part, she holds a number of white clovers in her lap: ten, just to be sure - or rather, there had been ten; they number seven now. Three of them now twine about her fingers, one each tied to her index, ring, and pinkie, a soft contrast to the lone ring upon her middle finger, silver with a gentle blue stone. 

It holds the spirit of her instructions, at least -- so she hopes, elsewise she has enthusiasm largely beyond her means. She simply does not have nine more rings to wear! Nor can she borrow any from Michalis, liable as they are to fall right off of her... and that is assuming he has enough to cover the rest! But flower rings must surely count... right? Or perhaps they didn’t, and she would be interfering with someone else’s secret signal. 

She twists the metal ring on her finger subconsciously, as if to emphasize it to anyone who may be looking: she would wear one of these on every finger if she could! But alas, she can only return to her work of tying the remaining six clovers to sit upon the rest, the very last of them now tucked behind her ear. Five rings, six rings, they count slowly down... Seven rings, eight rings, two more to go.

[cursedbluebird]

Mortal of the Frigid Heart, Will You Meet The One To Thaw It?

There were too many people in the ballroom. Some were searching for their mystery partners, others were doing or wearing... odd... things.

Marianne was told to do an odd thing. Which, judging from what some of the others were told to do... could have been worse? She was thankful that she wouldn't have to go around speaking to others to try to find her mystery partner.

She also wasn't quite certain how she felt about being called "mortal of the frigid heart." Perhaps it was best not to look into the eccentricities of Odin... He did have an interesting habit of... well approaching things.

Marianne took a deep breath. Perhaps her partner would enjoy a nice stroll outside? Away from all these people? It would give them an easy out to leave, and they wouldn't have to be seen with the cursed girl.

She took a seat at one of the tables. It was set up in a lovely way. The flowers were nice and the lace was delicate.

Marianne took one more deep breath before beginning to read her book upside down. Or, pretending to read it upside down. Really she just held the upside down book open and looked around the room, watching others, trying to figure out who her partner was and to quell the anxiety that rose every time someone passed her for someone else.

[lionsword]

Binding Blade of Love

Starter for someone totally normal :)

Roy adjusted his sword pin, making sure it was prominently displayed on the front of his uniform. His instructions had been delivered in a rather dramatic manner, and he had no idea if it was a hint as to who his destined partner was, or a side effect of the deliverer.

Either way, he stood in the center of the party, awkwardly rotating a few degrees every few moments to let people see his pin and to seek his match.

He hoped it was Lilina, but whoever it was, he’d have a good time, he was sure of it.

He ate a chocolate pastry as he waited. May as well enjoy the refreshments, right? His noble presentation battled valiantly against the onslaught of flaky pastry, and it was as he brushed off his uniform top that he raised his eyes to lock onto a matching sword pin.

Um.

“Hi.”

[pridelessdaydreamer]

jarring, perhaps-?

A Devoted Hearts Starter

Linhardt actually arrives at a decent time.

Of course, he is by no means early, and it’d be charitable to say he arrived at the stated time, but he’s not horribly late, so. That’s worth something, isn’t it?

At the very minimum, it’s not like he just woke up from a nap and then left. Today was a special occasion (to most), and so, out of some mild respect, Lin decided to actually dress up. (That isn’t why he was late, of course. He’d simply taken his time getting there.) His gaze glides across the room, and he notes almost everyone else looks nice as well. That’s nice.

Then he finds a spot to sit and take a nice nap.

He doesn’t do so, however, without first setting out his clue. Normally, he would have a white ribbon as a part of his outfit, — and even now, he had one tied around his wrist, — but the prompt asked him to bring a treasured item in a jar, and this was the closest thing he had to that. A white ribbon in a jar. A compelling conversation starter.

Lin yawns, stretching out in his chair and letting the time pass by.

[amitieos]

tickled pink

Heels clack against the hardwood flooring as Elincia makes her way to the monastery’s ballroom. Her heart speeds up slightly as she hovers near the entrance. Her fingertips graze the handle as light, giddy laughter fills the air. Nervous excitement pushes her forward, into the waiting arms of destiny.

The festival is already in full swing. An explosion of petals litter the floor in various shades of pink whilst live music plays along to the rhythm of conversations held at every table, upon the dancefloor and perhaps a little more hushed behind the grand pillars holding the painted ceiling above them. Elincia had almost forgotten her previous shyness, any timidness having to be left behind in childhood. Yet it resurfaces today, bubbling up in her chest as she tries in vain to straighten out the skirt of her dress. After all, she must look her best for such an auspicious meeting.

Yet when she catches a glance at her reflection, she cannot help but frown. Biting her lip, Elincia attempts to adjust the large, frilly pink bow behind her head. Was it too ostentatious? Did it clash terribly with her hair? Owain had instructed her that it was a mark of untold power. One prophesied to bring her and her beloved together. She had no desire to doubt him, not any reason really. Elincia was sure he was telling her the truth - or at least, the truth as far as he knew and believed it to be so. Such an honourable man would never attempt to deceive her.

Her doubts still linger however, that this must be some kind of mistake. A flush that matches the bow makes it’s way to her cheeks as she crosses the ballroom to the drinks table. Tries not to read malice into every look sent her way. Even if she did look a bit silly, surely everyone has much more important things on their mind today. Right hand clasping a cold flute of champagne, she takes tentative sips, eyes roaming the ballroom. Heart skipping a beat each time someone met her gaze and came over; deflating a little as the grabbed a drink for themselves and returned to the evening’s festivities.