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Hilariously enough, this stupid expression of J.ia looking like a kicked puppy is Sylvia’s biggest weakness & Mark & I often make jokes about how he’d take advantage of said weakness at any & every point he could get. 

[dokuhiime]

@trickandmxgic​

    To call the day ‘perfect’ would have been a disservice- it was the sort of day you’d put on postcards, the kind of glassy-blue-sky, warm-breeze, rippling green grass day that brought tourists across the sea to Ransei. The sort of day, then, that should have been perfect for the warlord’s most trusted advisor to relax.

    No such luck.

    “Uncle Jiiiiaaaa,” a high voice wheedled from the space below the porch. Poking her head out, Hiina waved to him, her hand smeared with dirt and clumps of loose yellow fluff.

    “Don’t tell Mom I’m down here, ‘kay? She thinks I’m at my lessons right now, but I sent the tutor home.”

[eckerien]

“ the first step to any murder is to have fun & be yourself. ” | @trickandmxgic​ | random text posts sentence starters

“What kind of serial killer self-help book crap is that? It sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

[magonumberfive]

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“ I really do think we should include mightyena with gun. ”

BDG meme ll Accepting

“You will literally never find anyone more willing to strap a gun to a dog, but you gotta be smart about it.”

Oh Gods he was thinking. Scheming. This would not end well. 

Shige counted out on his fingers, “How does the dog fire? Reload? What kinda gun? Where would it be mounted? Does it have any sense of aiming? How will it stop itself from shooting someone else it’s not supposed to? Or are you  just going to be nowhere near your gundog?”

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❝ You’ve never told me anything about where you’re from, Jia... ❞ Sylvia muses out loud as she holds up one of the odd looking garments she’s seen him wear once or twice. It was not as colorful or intricate as some of the other things she’d seen him wear, but the silk was still fine, &. the patterns that adorn them were pretty. Like this, she knew he was different, often singled out by the church because of it. The annoyance Sylvia often felt knowing that was far too great but as someone with even less standing than he, she could do nothing of it. ❝ I’ve never traveled outside of Fodlan, I know you’re aware but will you tell me about it? What’s your homeland like? ❞

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@trickandmxgic​ said: (;

Perplexed, Sylvia could only assume why she would receive a smile &. a wink from such a stranger. Even more so, the awkward silence that followed. She would eventually lift a hand, offer an awkward wave in turn. ❝ Hello? ❞ That was the right kind of greeting to give, right? 

[clippingwings-a]

Three Houses Verse Expectation: Sylvia’s hair is white because she survived crest experimentation but was a failure. 

Three Houses Verse Reality: Sylvia’s hair is white because it anticipated having to deal with Jia & just became that color due to sensing the oncoming stress.

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@trickandmxgic​ said: “Can I use your lap as a pillow?” Jia says with a smile as his head is already laid in her lap!!!!!

Physical Contact Starters

Exhausted sigh, at least, a feigned one in jest. With or without her permission, Jia would have rested his head upon her lap anyways. In fact, he did so without hesitation, a smooth smile upon his lips. That smile had become so familiar to her. Sylvia knew she would miss it, should anything take him from her. Both knew that such a grim reality could come without prediction, &. so, she often cherished it a little more.

❝ You’d do so without needing to ask anyways, ❞ she would comment then. That was just how he acted; he respected boundaries, sure, but he also tested the waters. It made it easy to find out what he could get away with, she was certain. ❝ I don’t mind, really... ❞

Gently, her fingers already began to stroke his hair. Nights like these, when the time ticked by slowly &. exhaustion had yet settled into their bones, it was these more innocent moments spent with him that were often more intimate ones; at least, to her. It was not always the melding of flesh or passion filled sighs that satisfied her during those stolen times together, more often, the quietness, soft touches, &. shared deep sleep felt more meaningful, just as it did now.

❝ I’m afraid I might have spoiled you, ❞ Sylvia turns the conversation. His hair reminds her of the color of wheat, though they knew it only hid away darker secrets. Even so, Sylvia toyed with it carefully, her fingers only occasionally brushing against his scalp. ❝ You hardly hesitated this time. I wonder why. Is something on your mind? ❞ He wouldn’t tell her, even if she’d ask, &. if he did, it would be in riddles unclear for her to solve.

Sitting like so for a time as the minutes continued to tick by, she began to wonder if he had fallen asleep. It wouldn’t have been uncommon, when the man indulged in drink as much as he did in her. That quietness that had settled, a gentle rise &. fall of his chest; he must have drifted off. Sylvia frowned at this, mind left to jump down rabbit holes when alone. Sylvia reached out carefully &. gently poked his cheek with her index finger.

❝ Hey Jia... ❞ No answer came to her, Sylvia sighed through her nose &. her shoulders would sag slightly in turn. If he wouldn’t hear it, she figured it was okay to say now, ❝ You know I love you, right? ❞ Silence ticked by &. again, something settled in her chest. It always come with difficult words like these, even more when he could not hear them. Still, it left some weight off her shoulders. Maybe one day, she would be brave of enough to say it when he was awake, when it was easier to accept those feelings. For now;  ❝ I just need you to know. ❞