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[lattehearted]

"may i have this dance? “ ( diana -- saero )

It was over. They had won.

Ezaeur almost cannot believe it. Years of this war, over at last. The demon lord was dead. Her parents, her sister, and thousands of other victims have been avenged. She may never know the extent of her parents schemes, their secrets dying with them. And she cannot change any of her mistakes. But even if she stumbled along the path, it had still ended here. In joyous victory.

She had stolen away with the odd little human, to thank her for her aid and grant her upcoming (delayed) nuptials a blessing. She returns to the banquet hall ahead of Ezaeur, the Flower of Lilith's crown decorating her hair beautifully. She rushes into the arms of her betrothed, not sparing Ezaeur a second glance. Good. She deserved to celebrate with the one she loved most.

As if hearing her thoughts, the one the rebel queen herself loved most decided to speak up.

She loves him. By the seven hells and all five worlds, does she love him. And the golden rose proving the sincerity and depth of their shared affection gleams in the light, clutched in her beloved Saero's hand. Still, she had known this man since childhood and victory was only lightening Ezaeur's mood. She had been so serious, so worried, for far too long. She deserved a little levity.

"And what gives you permission to speak so casually with me?" she teases, stepping closer. She plucks the golden rose from Saero's grasp and moves to tuck it behind her ear. It's no Flower of Lilith but Ezaeur would have no other bloom decorate her, tonight of all nights. "You DO realize you speak now to the new queen of the Abyssal Plains?"

He does. Of course he does. Ironically, it's Ezaeur who almost can't believe it. What she can believe, after so, so long denying the truth, is that Saero is real and here and in love with her. She sets her hand on his shoulder, slotting her other hand into his. A perfect fit.

"Perhaps, for your boldness, I'll indulge you with a dance." A tease. Saero has claimed possession of this dance and all others, and they both know it.

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[lunawish]

" you know i can see you right, claude? " edelgard speaks flatly, throwing her practice axe into the dirt beneath her boots. inquisitive amethysts trail up towards the direction of where @trustbutvcriify rest — a seemingly common habit of the golden deer's leader, so it seems. just the other day petra made a passing remark about seeing claude napping on a branch.

[soulcluster-moved]

@trustbutvcriify / byleth byleth grabbed his pillow from behind his head and lazily sat up before flinging it across the room at his sister…. his stomach growled, rather loudly, and that seemed like enough of a cause for her to go with him to the dining hall. the goal was not getting swarmed by his students for at least a few hours. "it's breakfast time. i don't want to go by myself."

The monastery had more books than Berith had ever seen in her life. She had borrowed one on tactics and snuck passages here and there, which was when her brother's pillow found itself flung onto her back.

She closed the book, grabbed the pillow, and then stood with a contemplative look. "Let's go then..." Suddenly, she pounced and held him down with the pillow. "If you can get up."

When possible, it was best to take an enemy (i.e. her brother) by surprise. Always a sound tactic.

[lattehearted]

❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ( adaine -- oisin ! )

She wonders why she's at Basrar's on one of her days off. Really, she should be sick of the place. And she is, in a way. She's sick of the cold chill from the freezers and the heat from rushing around. She hates the lines after lines of wizards, demanding her time, her energy, her visions. She's tired, mostly, of how little money lines her pockets. Those spell components aren't going to pay for themselves.

Her feet, however, carry her to Basrar's after school as if on autopilot. It's fine; she finds a corner booth in the back and grabs her schoolwork, the "extra credit" that's instead mandatory, until she can afford the components for normal classwork.

How ironic, then, that the guy with diamonds to spare stands beside her booth with a kind smile on his snout, shrugging his book bag higher on his shoulder.

Adaine blinks, her face flushes. She's all of a sudden back on the floor of Fabian's kitchen, chugging bad baby milk like her life depended on it. She knows she's pretty; people have told her before - boys at Hudol, Fabian, Fig and Kristen as they braid each other's hair before bed. And she knows her friends are attractive, objectively.

But only now, face to face in the cold light of day with kind eyes and strong, tattooed arms, does she understand what hot means beyond temperature.

She realizes she hasn't said anything and her face flushes further. "Oh, right, um, yes, absolutely, yes," Adaine rambles her assent, gesturing with a hand to the seat opposite her. "If the rest of your... your party is on the way," she holds her tongue about her disdain for Kipperlily especially, "I can move, it's not a problem."

@trustbutvcriify / a meme I'm too lazy to find

[soulcluster-moved]

@trustbutvcriify / varric tethras

“I’ll stay.” The words were out of her mouth before she considered them. This was the exact kind of thing she was skilled in dealing with, especially as a mage, And really, wasn’t all of this partially her fault? The rift, the demons, it all tied back to Corypheus. She should’ve made sure he was dead. 

The only thing that could make her regret her words was Varric’s reaction. So intent to right her supposed ‘wrongs’, the impact of them didn’t hit her until his gaze whipped back toward her with alarm. These days, people didn’t just call her Hawke or Champion, but also Tethras.

“I’m the best choice,” she started again, unsure if she was assuring the Inquisitor, countering Varric’s glance, or solidifying her case. “I’m a mage and we’ve taken care of demons in the Fade before.” Not exactly physically in the Fade but it counted for something.

Of course, she had missed a keyword there: We.

[ofdriftingdreams]

[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better ( eirika -- seth )

It is an injury that will always follow him. Muscle and sinew not healed right, carried for far too long through battles without relief. Torn at again and again each time he raised his blade in her defense. And now the wound has burrowed deep beyond the repair of a staff.

It bothers him today. She does not need to ask, Eirika can see the pain flicker in his eyes, notes the way he holds himself, how he favors his arm. Never raises it too far.

"Let me." She's already reaching for his tunic, carefully pulling it off of his shoulder and down his arm. Here in the privacy of their room, she lets her touch linger, telling herself it's so that she doesn't stress his wound more than necessary.

"Don't think I haven't noticed." Her voice is low as she places a delicate hand upon his bare shoulder. Azure eyes glance up at him just before she leans over, lashes fluttering closed, and presses a kiss along his collarbone and where his wound stretches.

Eirika pulls back enough that she can meet his gaze. "You don't need to hide your pain from me, dear husband. Let me help."

[lattehearted]

Chrom approaches his wife from behind, an arm sliding around her waist as he presses a soft kiss to Sumia's cheek. In his other hand, he's offering a carrot to Magnolia, which he hopes will make up for trying to steal her rider away for the evening. There's a tiredness settling into his bones, his weight shifts a little into her as his chin rests on Sumia's shoulder and his eyes close contentedly. His arm remains extended, holding the second half of the carrot for the pegasus while she munches on her treat. Despite the weariness he's trying so hard to hide, there are still some matters he needs to take care of before the next morning. "I took next watch. I'd love it if you joined me."

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She quickly thanks every god she can name and even those she can't for keeping her feet firmly on the ground at her husband's sudden touch. She does let out a squeak of surprise that melts into giggles as his mouth presses to her reddening cheek. Two years they've been together and yet she still gets so flustered by the simplest things. Perhaps because she knew the real Chrom now. He was no longer her untouchable hero, her invincible captain. He's her husband - the man she has to drag to bed because he's working until the candles run down. The man who gets down in the dirt and helps her garden, even when he frets about crushing the seedlings, because he wanted to find something they could do together. The man who burnt her birthday breakfast and apologized for it for a week straight. Her Chrom is fallible, a human man and not some demi-god among mortals. And she loves him all the more for it.

Even now, she can feel his exhaustion in the way he leans against her for support. But he still keeps one hand lifted for Magnolia to enjoy a treat. Her heart swells and aches all at once. She misses Lucina fiercely but she's just as glad she's back on the campaign trail with the rest of the Shephards. Who would Chrom let his guard down in front of, if Sumia was back in the palace?

She spins in her husband's grasp - again, blessedly without tripping - and cups his face between her hands. The bags under his eyes are darker than last she noticed. Her smile is indulgent; she doesn't want to add any more worries to his never-ending list.

"And what I'd love is for us to head straight to our tent so you can get some well deserved sleep," she teases. Her tone is playful, for she knows her stubborn Chrom will refuse sleep if there's something he could do for someone else. "But, in lieu of that. Yes, I'll happily join you on night watch. I can start some tea if you get a fire going."

[samayo-tamashi]

@blazebladed / @trustbutvcriify

((Sooooo I met you about a week ago and I got to admit, I do enjoy talking to you. Especially after me having a bit of a heart-to-heart friendship last night and today. We do seem to have a lot in common from our conversations and I look forward to getting to know you and becoming closer to you as a friend, you rule <3))