When it came to the sensual.. the things worth savoring, tongue work was essential~ oh, he knew how to do it best, to achieve ultimate satisfaction in its purest and most absolute way. Perfection on the tip of the tongue that lewdly made it’s way down such delicate silken flesh that practically begged to be licked.
Red, as if in blush, the most beautifully raw colour which matched the sweetness of it’s taste that would drive many wild. To twist the tongue over the contorts, press with lips, ensure the fluids that dripped slowly.. and thickly from its top to bottom were collected. And with a gentle gasp, an intake- if you will- of anticipation and desire...
...
BITE.
Truly, there was nothing better than to eat strawberries and chocolate in the most slowly burnt out way- indulge a little, yes~? it’s not like anyone was..
...was..
watch..ing.
...was it the seeds or the shock that made him cough. No, it was.. absolutely the shock.
“Lady... Corryn..”
5) My muse eating strawberries and chocolate in a seductive fashion
“That sounds like a terrible burden to have to deal with. Is there anything I can do for you Corryn?” Robin wanted to help her. He wasn’t sure what was going on but if he could lend a hand and ease her trouble, he’d certainly try.
“Is it about your family?”
He didn’t know all the details, but he knew some of them. He could imagine how she would feel being torn between the two of them, the ones she grew up with and the ones who she returned to. If anything was ‘cutting her heart in two’ it was likely that.
He freezes, words caught in his throat, lips still slightly parted and hands still in the air from when he’d meant to make a point to Corryn. At first glance, he’d suspected the woman before them to be Olivia, and his face had lit up. He’d almost called out to her until he noticed something wasn’t quite right. Her edges were soft, her body semi-transparent. But that alone is not what caused his hairs to stand on end, nor was it responsible for his breath to hitch and his body to tremble. No, it was the distinct difference in her appearance - in her age, her scars.
This woman is his mother, the one who’s death had plagued him with guilt for so many years. This is his mother, the one who had taught him to dance, and the one who gave herself willingly to a hoard of those damned Risen in order to ensure his safety. As he stands there, he’s not sure what to do, frozen in a mixture of longing and shame and overwhelming love. He couldn’t even bring himself to tear his gaze from the ghostly figure to check if she was visible to Corryn, or if she was only a figment in his mind.
Saizo wasn’t used to being surprised, and when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye he was already up on the balcony rail, both feet on the slim banister.
“Lady Corryn,” he said, wondering if it was still possible to successfully vanish off the balcony and avoid conversation, “Are my services needed?”
She was younger than he thought she would be, though older than himself by a couple of years. Berkut had heard that a princess of a far-off country carried the blood of dragons in her veins, the influence of which was so strong that she even possessed the ability to transform, a characteristic that belonged only to the gods of Valentia. And, perhaps, to the mortal gods of Archanea (Berkut recalled that there existed quite a population in northern Archanea, vilified by the rest of the continent). But regardless, dragons lived for centuries, and yet here was one barely two decades old.
“I have traveled this far. I must see if the rumors hold true.” Perhaps he was not in a position to make demands, but he had sent correspondence beforehand requesting an audience with the princess - with the one who could transform, specifically - though he had done so under pretense that he wished to establish a diplomatic relation between their countries. While partly true, it was certainly mostly for his own curiosity. After all, the Valentian royal lines possessed dragon blood as well - if the stories of their descent from Mila and Duma were factual in any way - but to his knowledge, neither Alm nor Rudolf could shift forms. That would certainly be something, as if his uncle could have been any more fearsome when he was alive.
“Corryn!” Azura letout a small gasp following calling her friend’s name, “Yousurprised me…” She added before giving a chuckle, “I’m glad tosee you but please warn me before you do that.” Thesongstress quickly returned the gesture, “You must tell me howyou’ve been since we last spoke.” She let the ‘I missed you’ die inher throat.
"Happy birthday thank you for keeping my sister safe." Inside of the package was a new bow and quiver with arrows. Along with a little bit of spending money and some rope with a note attached "just in case you need this"
“Of course...I won’t let anything happen to Lady Hinoka.” She promises the princess, smiling as she accepts the gift. The arrows and bow are well appreciated, and she’s eager to break them in. The money too, she’s always misplacing her purse somehow.
“Lady Corryn, thank-” She pauses and frowns as she recognizes the rope for what it is. “...Lady Corryn I didn’t know you thought I was so well hung I needed extra help.”
What is Xander's view on Corryn in the different routes (i.e. Birthright conquest rev) I know I play her pretty much rev but was curious
let’s go from probably bet end to worst (at least as far as Xander is concerned haha)
and cut for spoilers, discussion of abuse. more warnings apply beneath
Revelation: At first, he’s confused and hurt by her choice. How could she think that being anywhere but with him and the others is the right choice? But the answer of neither leads him to really, whole-heartedly consider things, in a way he doesn’t on BR. As a result, he doesn’t need to be strongarmed into joining. By the time he comes in, he’s sure he’s making the right choice, and there must be something to Corryn’s decision. Notably, Xander joins very late in game -- I don’t think it’s an accident that he’s among the very last gen 1 characters to join. It takes him that long to come to her side with full conviction, and even then, he’s really unsure about trusting Hoshidans.
Conquest: Xander never doubted Corryn would stay with them. He regrets his part in deceiving her, but what else was he to do? Defying Garon openly isn’t an option, after all. So on this route especially, Xander does a lot to shelter his siblings. There’s a lot of ugly things Nohr is responsible for; he does what he can to stop it, but he’s absolutely complicit. But as long as he can keep his siblings safe, and maybe their hands clean, it’s enough. Even though this route doesn’t end poorly, exactly, for Xander, I can’t see him having the room or peace of mind to grow as he does in Rev, which also means he never shares what he did, or what he took, with Corryn or his other siblings.
Birthright: (warning for suicide)
Xander is deeply, profoundly hurt by Corryn leaving. He masks this hurt with anger and coldness, but it’s definitely pain above all else. Still, he stands up for her when Garon demands she be killed -- I think, much like Leo explicitly confirms, a lot of his mean lines are an effort to push her away and compartmentalize what he has to do. But so much of Xander is built around protecting his siblings above himself that he absolutely cannot deal with the way it seems like they turn away from him, one by one, while he has no avenue out.
By endgame, he’s absolutely lashing out and acting irrationally, thanks to probably months of sustained abuse and feelings of abandonment, but I’m not convinced he had the intent of killing her even before Elise happened. There’s a lot of script suggesting that even CQ/Rev Xander struggles with suicidal ideation, and it’s absolutely in overdrive by the end of this route. Even if he defeated Corryn, he was never going to live through Hoshido winning the war. Elise’s death just pushes him to allow it to happen at Corryn’s hand, rather than at Garon’s or his own.
Forcing his own sibling to kill him is objectively a shitty thing to do, but I think Xander’s reasoning is that maybe somehow it would stamp out, for her, the last soft feelings she might have for Nohr and the people she used to know as siblings. It frames his death as the defeat of an enemy, not anything else. Had she not called him on deliberately going easy on her, he never would have confessed to it, and would have died letting her think she bested him fair and square.
