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[almyrn]

vixencharme replied to your post: claude deserves..... boyfriends

GIVE HIM WHAT HE DESERVED YOU COWARDS ����

he  got  permission  from  his  wife  !

[almyrn]

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↺   What is the one thing he misses most about Almyra??

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i know you're still working on a meta for almyra, but !! is there anything from almyra that claude misses while in fodlan? did he ever hold onto any possessions from almyra when he was younger, but kept them hidden on purpose?

i am combining the two as they are similar enough ! & since my meta is going to focus primarily on almyra’s flora, fauna & culture, these are perfect, thank you <3

there are plenty of small things that claude misses about almyra. it took him a lot of time to get used to fódlan’s cuisine, for example. he is used to significantly less fish & misses the traditional pastries his mom made, or the vine leaves he used to help her prepare for hours. on the other hand he gets to eat fruit that does not grow in almyra & is therefore willing to forgive them their flavorless meat.

what he does miss dearly is the attitude of the people. he thinks the people of fódlan stiff & humorless, those of the empire & kingdom especially. very rarely has he been addressed as your highness & it was normal to play hide & seek with the children living in the city that had no association to the royal blood line & fódlan’s distinction between noble & commoner was real cultural shock for him. he tried to imagine edelgard or dimitri in that position, playing catch with a fisherman’s children, & failed spectacularly. to take it one step further, he is not used to crests being of such high importance. prior to leaving almyra for the alliance, he knew of their existence, but not of fódlan’s obsession with them.

AS FOR A KEEPSAKE HE KEPT ! were anyone to snoop through his room, they would find a number of items that might give away his nationality if not his status. there is a traditionally embroidered pillow he had owned since he was a toddler, a few notebooks written in almyran & the common tongue from when he first began to learn it as a second language, letters exchanged with friends from home that are already falling apart with how often he folded & unfolded them, a necklace with a wyvern’s tooth he received from his father when he reached his fourteenth year. in general, claude collects a lot of items that may hold no material value, but remind him of occasions he would not want to forget.

[almyrn]

khalid was not nervous. he was not shifting his weight from one foot to the other & back in such quick succession, his mother had to sternly remind him to stop fidgeting. at which he had not pouted like a twelve year old who had been caught stealing pastries again. the fidgeting had since been shifted to him worrying his bottom lip between his teeth that did not stop until he heard the familiar sound of hooves & wagon wheels on dirt.

& then even his mother’s insistence could not keep him by her side.   (   & he felt her smile behind his back when he hurried down the steps to greet the visitors in person, unbeknownst of the resemblance he shared with her.   )   the travelling company was small & the young prince needn’t guess twice as he approached one of the carriages, greeting the few familiar faces among them while pushing past.

(   of course, in theory they were here for diplomacy, for treaties, for peace talks. an achievement to get a fódlan delegation to almyra, one khalid could be proud of. & he would bask in the glory   -   later.   )

gently removing the coachman from opening the carriage’s door, confusing him to no small degree as he was certainly not often relieved from his duties by a crown prince, khalid only stumbled a bit when he pulled the door open, lips parting in a smile when his eyes fell upon his most honored guest.

❛❛   my lady.   ❜❜   hand reaching out, palm open to help her rise from the bench, looking every inch the prince from the fairy tails he used to read once books had begun to make sense to him. ❛❛   welcome to almyra, hilda.   ❜❜          /          @vixencharme​          /          starter call     .     accepting

[hecvenwept]

@vixencharme​ said:  She was not hiding from him very covertly in a nun uniform she had nicked from someone. Her hair was not covered and her face was not shielded by a book in order to escape his notice so she didn’t have the clean the library. Definitely not. She would never do something so controversial.

He had to hand it to Hilda; her disguise was not just convincing, but flawless. Had it been put up to deceive anyone but him, it would have doubtlessly worked wonders. 

And, well-- it would have definitely worked with him too, had he not had the advantage of enhanced senses of smell and hearing. It’s come to the point where he could distinguish most of the students by the frequency of their heartbeats and the sound of their breathing alone, and the fact that Hilda had the habit of dousing herself in perfume made it even easier to spot her amidst the crowd. Even in her clever disguise. 

❝ Hilda, you can put the book down. I have taken the liberty of cleaning the library already, I’m not here to pile any other chores on you. I would, however, like to have a talk with you. ❞

[atrcity]

     The endless income of the curriculum handed down from the professor’s never ceased.     A swipe from his brow with his wrist as blue hues gazed in short amazement from the mountain of books laid out in front of him.     ( This should be the proper amount to cover each subject ) He thought.     Attention shifted as a familiar voice flooded his ears.     “ Hm? “

     “ ----- Oh !   Pardon me, Hilda.   Did you need something?   Perhaps one of these books?   I did end up taking a lot of them after all. “ 

@vixencharme​   /   starter call.

[almyrn]

@vixencharme​​     /     drop  me  a  character  name  and  i’ll  reveal  my  muse’s  heart  .  .  .     /     accepting   !

VISUAL  ATTRACTIVENESS   :   💗💗💗💗💗 (   purely  aesthetic  appreciation  of  looks   )

FRIENDSHIP  LEVEL   :   💗💗💗💗💗 (   how  close  a  friend  they  consider  them   )

SEXUAL  DESIRE   :   💗💗💗💗💗 (   wanting  to  have  sex  with  them   )

ROMANTIC   INTENT   :   💗💗💗💗💗 (   hoping  for  a  romantic  relationship   )

[thiefmade]

@vixencharme​ said:

Yeets Hilda in here

DROP ME A CHARACTER NAME AND I’LL REVEAL MY MUSE’S HEART || ACCEPTING

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💔 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[azuredmoon]

‘ i am terrified for you ’

( between you and the bone starters || ACCEPTING ) 

DIMITRI felt light in the head and heavy in his bones. 

His feet dragged through the mud as Hilda aimed to steady her step -- her small frame unused to carrying a beast of his size. Pierced and wounded as he was. He could he hear her grumble under her breath -- soft complaints about the luck she’s been dealt with. Or so, Dimitri perceived it to be ;; everything was too vague and too clear at the same time. Everything hurt and yet nothing did with him. 

How could he hear her ? Her voice was quiet and mumbled and drowned among the many in the sea that plagued his head. Though even those were simmering to a low boil. Like a fizz dying out -- an ember losing light. He was dying...wasn’t he ? All his plans and plotting of revenge and retribution along with him. He was dying...And he was returning to where he started -- in silence, in bloodshed and rubble, unfulfilled, and, ultimately, alone. 

So this is how it ends ? 

“ Why bother...? “ the prince without a crown asked Hilda. "This is all just a losing war...one we’ve prolonged for five years...” Even Dimitri knew that with his distorted conscience. All these years he only aimed for her death -- all he needed was her head to feel satisfied and secured. 

“ Though...you do have the professor...You’ve always won with the professor...didn’t you?“ @vixencharme