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「Apotheosis」 ❝I’ve lived a checkered life, it seems. - And that’s just the part of it I remember.❞ 「Semi-selective OC|Tactician Amelia from Fire Emblem: Awakening.」 Please read the rules! Tracking: #vindicavi

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              Tongue rolled up an audible click, the woman’s blue eyes settled firmly on a certain page of the journal. Soaked in the warm summer light, ink of an old ball point pen reflected bits and pieces of the line she was reading. It was hard to see from her angle.

’–my daughter… - I hope…. – not like me.’

But she knew what she was eying upon. She knew it by heart. She had read this so many times more than she could remembered. It had engraved into the back of her mind.

And yet she squinted, blocking away the brightness in eyes. She only wanted to see the hand writing of the late person a little better. A little better…

“…. Sorry to have disappointed you,” a soft mutter slipped her lips. Hand reached up to the curtain, a quick pull to its string, and the blackout dropped down. The room soon returned to its usual dimmed atmosphere, with strips of lights peeked over the gaps of the curtain, laid upon the opposing white wall. Dust settling slowly down to the wooden surface as the woman closed the old leather journal, and tugged it away into the desk drawer. The place where secrets belonged.

Changing her gaze to a near by notepad, the icy look held firm grasp on a name written in black in, yet crossed out by red.        ‘Theron.’ Withdrawing a deep breath as her eyes trailed to the photo next to the name, she reached for the gun. Making sure to lock the safety, the weapon was put into its holster on her side as she headed towards the entrance.

Starting the next hit.

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A new Outrealm, a new- yet same, world to visit. Arkus journeyed his way to Ylisstol, hoping that here he would find the person he was looking for. As he walked through the palace courtyard he looked around for any noticeable differences between his world and this. Suddenly he felt a something bump against his chest. Looking down he saw a woman with raven black hair, and papers scattered everywhere. "Gods I'm so sorry!" He quickly bent down to help her pick up her papers. "Are you alright?!"

      ‘Watch where you’re going!’ would have been something Amelia snarled up if it were to be a hard impact. But fortunately, it was a soft clash, between her and… a man’s chest. “Y-Yes, quite,” she replied, adjusting her fuzzy graze at his upper torso. Graced in front of her eyes was a nice figure, with big toned muscles that shows the result of someone who would work out diligently. To put in comparison, strikes similarity with someone she knows from camp– Frederick. In fact, she hadn’t seen anyone like this but the Great knight in his fitness hour.

Then it came to the young woman that she had been staring at him for a whole minute now. Talk about etiquette and mannerism. “–Shoot! Right- uh, thank you,” she said in a hurried tone as she darted her eyes away, thus noticed his attire instead. Black, purple, gold, with obvious embroidery of the Plegian pattern. Though the shape and form of his clothing was not of dark mages and sorcerers, but something more like what she’s wearing.

Attire… of a tactician.

      Could he be?

      “My apologies, I didn’t see the path behind all these papers,“ she said, gripping the other jumbled half of scrolls that didn’t fall on the ground. Looking down eyes to eyes, she met a new face. “Haven’t seen you around before,” Amelia commented. 

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Despite all of the RP’s and shenanigans I’ve had Amelia with Froy, he never got a proper reference drawing, so here I am, going ahead and draw my actual babe— in a customized outfit for him because why the fuck not. Also Froy belongs to none-existent-soul [tacticalmaster / mundusindolore] (and thus no one but him and me will use my drawings for Froy as another faceclaim or RP icon whatsoever.)

Anyways, Froy’s take is different, because he isn’t based on any class, he’s a Realm Traveler- so I made him an alternate coat- I guess headcanon wise it’d cause him less ruckus comparing to the canon coat. Froy outfit was pretty much free creativity, to be honest. Except for few things I need to keep together like he having a white under jacket, his hand bandaged, he has a dagger, an Elfire, and a Brave Sword. Which there are few things I tried to keep that Tactician-feel still. However, Froy is really an OC at this point in AmoFro’s story so I’m not gonna go and explain one year worth of writing so yeah.

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I was wondering I should do a design for Amelia or strip down Froy and make design notes of how his design works— I ended up leaning towards Amelia more lol.

Here’s Amelia’s Grandmaster outfit, another free liberty in designing, and with my girl in short hair!

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[Memory fragment: Out and Cold.]

          "Mother, you should stop…" I said under my breath, staring at her. She looked worse today. She didn’t even bother to fix her hair, or change her clothes, or anything. Since last night… Gods. "…Ah! How about I make you some stew? Would that be better?" I asked, trying to keep my mind together.

          "No," blunt and cold, thrown back to me. So I see. Everything has reached to the point where nothing could be fix anymore. Hah… I’ve seen this coming from miles away. But why… Why is my heart aching? Why is there a stinging feel in the back of my mind?

Should I kick it to break it? Or desperately glue it together? It wouldn’t be like how it used to be, still.

"Are you sure, Mother? H-How about some tea—?" "I SAID NO!"

          Splash! She threw her shot of liquor at my face. It then fell down and broke. Dripping. The alcohol dripped on from my soaking wet clothes. Dammit. That hurts… That stings. My eyes burns with this. But… is it because of the alcohol, or is it because of the… No, it couldn’t be. I’ve gotten through this. You’ve done this, Amelia. You can—-….

No. No I cannot. I’ve had enough. I can’t stand this anymore. This play… I’ve watched too many times now. Encores have happened. It’s time for curtain’s call.

          "Mother, snap out of it. You’re being ridiculous," I finally spoke up, "So what if he left you? Was he even worth it? Look at you! You’re stink, soaked in the smell of alcohol. You look worse than the lady next door! You—!!"

                            SLAP!

          "…Shut up, you cursed child. You have no right to judge me! You’re nothing but a thrown out trash that should have stayed thrown out. You’re nothing but—…."

          …What was that? I couldn’t… hear her words anymore, they sound so distant. Standing in front of me, was a woman, but… who is she? She’s not my Mother. And now that I look at it, this… isn’t my house. Where am I? Shouldn’t I be back… ‘home’?

          Clenching my fists, I lowered my head, letting my messy bangs fell and loomed over my face. I stood still and stared at her through this veil of hair, watching her bashing and smashing everything we had, like a madwoman. But I suppose… the objects aren’t the only thing she had broken. This is…

           I brought up my hand up, gently touching on my cheek. Only a gentle touch, but it stung. It hurt like hell. This is the first time ever, that you have hit me, isn’t it, Mother? Ever since I was born, as long as I can remember, this is the first time you’re violent on me.

I see.I understand now. This is a sign for me to leave, isn’t it? Very well, Mother. I shall do as you please. I will leave you be, with your wonderful life and your wonderful man.

          It was a long time, but the time had come for me. I was glad I have the sanity to patiently wait for it. Heh. Now as the light has gone out, the fireplace has finished burning down the woods, and she’s sleeping soundly in her room. I threw on my bag. I looked at the room once again. Empty. And cold. A smirk came to my face for some reason. Heh. I suppose it’s only natural. I’m satisfied with this choice anyways. Right? I won’t… regret it, right? RIGHT?! It’s wet… My eyes are soaking wet. Stop. Stop…! I must not… Not now. Not ever. This isn’t something I should… spill tears over. I brought my hand up to wipe it away, drying away those unnecessary feelings.

            Slinking myself out of the room, through the hallway, and down to the front door. Gazing, I trailed my eyes at the living once more. Hah, irony name. ‘Living room’. As if there’s something living here. No. Nothing is alive. Everything is dead. It was already dead from the start.

           Gently opening the wooden door, I slid myself out from the small gap, into the night’s darkness. Out and cold. But I don’t care. As long as I’m free from this…                                                                                              …Hell.

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[Memory fragment: Blood-stained-- First kill.]

          To my right, it was a wall. And so was my left. A straight path down the alley, splitting into two different paths. But… it was all so dark, and I have no idea where to go; yet I’m still running. Stomping through the puddle of mud, racing through the broken tiles below. Alley’s rats squeaked as I dashes through their delightful meal. They were hissing, probably cursing at my rudeness. Though I had no time to care, if I want to survive. The rats wouldn’t eat me if I fall down, but the men behind me, they would. More than glad to, I’d wager.

          Waving hand, I knocked down the wooden crates on the side. I need more distraction, to at least secure a proper escape. Gods, damn them for bringing this down on me. And damn me for being stupid. Shouldn’t have provoked these filthy, lowborn brutes! But—… if I hadn’t, those boys will be beaten up… TCH! JUST DAMN IT ALL!

          Gritting my teeth, eyes laid squarely in the intersection of the alley. Almost there. I’m almost— "YOU’RE MINE!" "YEAH RIGHT—!" I jolted forth, though startling by the shout. Eyes wide, I turned to look. They were near! Hurry! I HAVE TO HURRY! Breaths cut shot, but I sped up. Barely sliding away from his swing. That damn stick gonna get me killed in no time if I weren’t quick.

          Narrowing down the line, the turn was just up ahead. Left or right? Left? OR RIGHT?! Shutting eyes, I mumbled a meaningless prayer, and stomped my feet to the right. Please be an open end, to another road or something! The eyes opened once more, only to prove me that my luck was blasted. Like it was a mockery; a dead end. Swiftly I made a roundabout, back to the splitting point. But it was too late. They had block the entrance back to the outside world.

          "Here you are, you little brat!" Creeping close. They moved closer and closer. And I backed away more and more. A distance, all I need was a distance, along with a plan to secure my life. Think, Amelia! Think! Blue gems went wide again as he grabbed onto my coat. "DAMN YOU! LET ME GO!" I yanked back, trying to buy myself a breakage from his tight grasp."HA! YER MINE!"

          Slap! Then thrown against the wall. CRACK! "A-ARGH!" I groaned. Dammit, my backbones…! Sliding along the wall, I dropped down onto the muddy, damp ground, splatting all the sewer water on me. "Tch—! You… bastards have no honor…"

"Honor? HA! Who do yer think we are? Some knights in shiny armor? No, girly, we’re not! Nowhere near that. Now… What are we going to do with you?" He snickered. Tch. Disgusting. "Don’t you dare touch me…" A hiss of warning I gave him "What yer gonna do? Kill me? Ha!" "Nngh—!!" I choked up, suffocated as he grabbed my collar. His stinking breath crept close, just right on my skin as he pulled me closer. No… This couldn’t be. A smirk. A distasteful smirk to me. His plummy voice already scratched my ears enough already.

         'Give it in' something told me. Aching, it throbbed in the back on my head. The faces of these people blurred, soon turned into silhouettes. Black. Why was everything so black? Everything except their eyes, crimson red. W-What's going on?! Instincts nagging, blood raging high. I clasped on my dagger.

         His skin, near, inches away from mine. The breath, it wrapped on my senses. One more… One more thing it would trigger everything. And this scripted fate must bring it to me. A sickening kiss on the lower of jawline, near neck. "DAMN YOU!" I kicked his shin, watching the man faltering back in agony as he dropped me down again. Then watching the other came charging for me as the shadow pointed its finger. No choice. Absolutely none.

         Subconsciously, I pulled down my small dagger, and charged. Swordplay? I play no game. I have no problem with holding a weapon at all. Memories serve right, I’ve learned to defend myself. And this was the time the skill would be put into use. Cleanly I sliced through the slender man’s neck. What was this that was spilling out? I couldn’t tell within this darkness. But red, red it was. In this cold as stone void, that liquid was warm. It touched my skin. Spreading over my coat. Soaking in and staining in the perfect white dress.

          One shadow after another. They came, and crumbled down. Ha. Pathetic. So damn predictable from mere human. Who do you think I am? I might ask. You will not stop me. You cannot stop me. I am—…

          It snapped. I froze. Ruckus and commotion of the daily lives came to me. The sky was shining above, carriage sound was just right by my ears. Blocks of brick walls surround me. And so were the men, lying on the ground. Unmoving. My eyes laid on them, those whom I just… killed. Staining red and them and me. The warmth of their blood lingered around me. The stench built up, taunting my nose. What have I done… What have I done?! I just….

                                                                                    I… killed them.                                                                                    But didn't that feel wonderful?

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[Memory fragment: ‘Our’ house]

           Crackling sound of the door knob echoed from the front of the house. I closed the book, before pushing back the chair, coming to check it. "Who is it?" I called out. Though without needing a reply, I already knew who that was. It was her usual routine, anyways, to come home this late. Honestly why am I even bother to ask that question? I’m so stupid. Sliding in the key, I twisted the knob, and pulled the door open, "…Welcome home, Mother."

          "Hello deary…." She smiled back. Tch. Per usual, drenched in the smell of alcohol. Pathetic look… this doesn’t fit her at all. What happened to the woman that… was brave enough to run away 5 years ago? I wonder if she had died. "The usual, Mother?" I asked, scooting aside to let her in. But of course, she was never alone, walking behind her was man. Or should I say, another man. "Welcome." I regarded, only to be given back a nod, and a look of disgust. Heh, the usual game, I see. I trailed my eyes along with those two as they passed me by, walking into the house all lovingly, smelled of liquor and soaked in their sweet words.

          ….I smirked, closing the door behind me. I walked the whole way back upstairs in silent. Another day, another night. Seems like nothing will change. Or perhaps it has. But since when? Closing the door of my room, I locked it again. I wished not to disturb, or to be. She can do whatever she wants, as long as there’s no harm done to me. This room and these books are all what I need. I need not her love or her care. To have fun with some other men? Yeah, go ahead. It was your choice to become this way. And I’m in no right to stop you. ‘Our’ house can always use some guests, Mother.

                                                                                                               I do not mind at all.

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[Memory fragment: The chase.]

           Rain. Downpour. I’m wet and cold. I’m tired. I’m out of my breath. I’m shivering. But… I’m nothing compare to her. Mother… I thank the god you’re holding me. I’m glad you’re here, hugging me, tugging me close. But why… Why are we running, Mother? Aren’t we supposed to be… home? Why is your tear flowing out, streaming down on your beautiful face? Why are you arching your eyebrows in pain? Where… are you— are we going to?

          Pitch black and windy. Bumpy road accompanied by the howling and echoing of our footsteps. Thunder and lighting above our head. It’s nothing more than a nightmare, Mother. This place… this place isn’t like our place. We have no rain, nor forest. Our land… the dry air and the sandy breeze. Why can’t we stay home? I… I want to go home. I don’t want to go away from my land! I know… I know my fate is unmovable… Why can’t you just accept it?! I’m so close to make Father proud! To make… Father love me.

          "Hurry, Amelia." You called out to me. "We must hurry. We’re almost at the border. The men will give us chase no more. We’re almost at our freedom. And you… You will be bounded no more by the Fell blood."

          Your voice… So warm. Yet, it’s broken. You’re… trembling, mother. Are you scared? What are you scared of? What are you afraid of? I want to know. I need to know. When I… When I see you like this, I’m scared, too. Please… Mother… Tell me why…

                                      Why are you kidnapping me away from what I’m destined to become?

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[Memory fragment: The stone table]

            I opened my eyes, starring at the ceiling high above - the worn out, dusted golden color of the stone. Hmm, distinctive of Plegia. I dazed out, trying to figure out what was going on. I couldn’t make most of what happened… I was on my usual travel, and someone… I signaled myself to move, but somehow my body was stiff and cold. It took me a moment or two, until I realized my arms and legs were tied down by chains, and I was lying face up on what seemingly like a stone table, of the sorts. I struggled. It was then that I heard a chuckle. A sinister yet amused chuckle. I lifted my head, staring at the person to my side. She… She looks just like me. W-What in the world is this?!

            "So you’ve come to." she regarded me, creeping closer. She… It couldn’t be true right…? I starred at her, in pure terror and confusion. "Surprised, aren’t we now? Well, that’s to be expected, to say the least." she continued on, without needing my response. "I suppose a proper introduction is in order. After all, you’d need to know me because we’re going to stick together for a very. long. time." She leaned closer to my face, smirking, "My name is… Amelia. I’m… you. I’m the future you. Nice to meet you, myself."

            What? What did she just say? She’s… me? How is that even possible?! But… she does look like me, although, those eyes… I struggled, crackling the metal tie, "L-Let me go! Who are you really?! What are you planning to  do?!" I questioned her. Yet, I received no answer. She just smirked at me. Starring at me. Looking into my soul. It was then… it felt like something was stirring inside me. Something dark, and cold. Empty. Like… me.

            The woman who was supposed to be ‘me’ casually placed her hand on my chest. That smirk… it just refused to leave her face. It was creepy, and disturbing so much. What is it that she want? Don’t tell me… she knows—! Then from her hand, something started to glow. The purple color… Dark magic?! I twisted myself even more, trying to find a breakage, and she, too, pressed down harder on me. Slowly, something flows inside me. It’s filling me up. It’s so dark… why…. Dammit… It makes my hand burns. The marking… it burns! I shut my eyes as my conscious started being taken over by this force. Dammit dammit dammit! This must stop! This—! I—!!

                                    "N-No… Dammit… S-Stop! STOOOOOOOP!"

           Then my mind went blank. White. Empty void. Nothing more. Before everything started to fade into black. And drifted away.

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[Memory fragment: Life in Plegian castle.]

          "Despicable child! What do you think you’re doing?!"

          SLAP! A smack on my right cheek, it was hard, and forceful. Yet… he didn’t stop. He continued on, "A simple spell and you couldn’t do it? Ha! And you call yourself child of Grima!" He yelled. Again and again. Nonstop. Why…?

           I clenched my fists, as they rested to my side. I only knew to lower my head , in shame… I know not what to do. Dammit. Dammit! I tried. I tried! Doesn’t he know that I’m trying?! It’s hard. It’s not easy or simple like he says. These things are hard! How do these magic spells even work? I don’t get this. I… I can’t catch up with it.

           I shifted my eyes to the corners. They’re laughing. Like usual. Laughing and scoffing at me. Damn them… I thought… I thought they called me their… ‘friend’. If I were to be one, why are they laughing at me? Shouldn’t they… shouldn’t they give me eyes of sympathy? Shouldn’t they stand up for me?! I don’t understand! They were nice to me a second ago!

          --Lies… Lies. Lies! LIES!! THESE PEOPLE ARE ALL LIARS. FAKE AND PRETEND. ONLY TO KNOW TO LIVE FOR THEMSELVES. FOR THEIR BEST BENEFIT. I AM GRIMA. I AM THE GOD OF DESPAIR. IF THEY DON’T SHOW KINDNESS AT LEAST SHOW SOME RESPECT! IT HURTS. MY HAND. IT BURNS! IT’S BECAUSE OF THEM… THEY MAKE IT LIKE THIS. I HATE IT! I’LL… I’LL MAKE THEM PAY!

                                                                              I WILL KILL YOU ALL—!

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          Amelia suddenly unfroze herself, gasping and sweating. Her eyes widened in terror. The woman was speechless for a moment or two, before coming back to her sense. She now realized a man standing in front of her. Placing her hand on her forehead, she slowly lifted up her face, trying not to do so fast, as her headache still lingered around.

           "O-Oh… Hey Chrom…" she regraded, looking at him, only to find a dazed out look in him, "Need me for something?" A nervously chuckle slipped under her breath.

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what wonders you hold

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~ARTIST~

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{Times are Different} || {Froy & The siblings}

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        Right, right. The new mall that opened not too long ago across the bridge. Korean, huh? Hopefully the food tastes as good as Mother’s. Hopefully. Or else Eloy was going to run his mouth nonstop.

        The boy’s head was certainly in the right place, but his appearance in public should be better. It was a little pet peeve of Froy’s when someone was wearing their ear plugs while they are clearly in the presence of others. What if he wanted to talk to them, or at the very least grab their attention so he could mention something? Not wanting to bother the boy after his long day at school, Froy just kept his mouth shut and fixed his side-view mirrors to better see things on the road. Checking and double-checking, the lights of the street turned green to yellow, and then red. Stop. Something inside him told him to hurry, but at the same time he just wanted to take his time. No use in rushing things. The kid should know that patience is a virtue. Teenagers these days. Meh, soon he will learn how he’d wish to take his time more slowly.

         Estelle surely would want something as well, taking a mental note to bring something to her, along with a drink of course. Cards, sugar… Eh, whatever. Hopefully she would eat something, lest it “interrupts her training”. Driving along the road, passing car after car, the only method of going was by street. Freeway was out of the picture, as the damn thing didn’t even pass through there. A slight hint of perfume still lingered around the seat, immediately reminding her of Amelia.

"Ahh…. I miss your mother already.”

          A sad, depressing note along his voice, slightly getting back to the road and just mentally wishing her the best. He had to remind himself to call her later in the evening, but getting a reminder from someone also helped. Tapping the boy’s shoulder, he coughed to let him know he was going to speak.

“Remind me to call your mother later. She’d probably would want to talk to you guys as well. Also, please lower the volume down of your music. The thing’s gonna mess with your ears. You don’t want to end up like you grandfather, huh? All deaf in one side or both.”

          It almost came to him on how close they were, seeing the big complex and parking lot crammed with vehicles of every kind. Parking was always a hassle, taking them longer to find a spot for the mini-van than actually walking towards the damn restaurant. Well, since Eloy did choose, he couldn’t so outright complain about it, going up the last of the stairs and passing through the various stores along the way. Ah yes, the food court. At this point in time, he just began following the boy, tracing each step that he took and making sure to watch out for him. 

“This it, Eloy? The smell of the food here is quite delicious~ Can’t wait to feast now.”

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          Eloy turned, as his father tapped on his shoulder. As reflex told, he pulled out his little ear bud. But he mostly wasn't readied for the good old lecture about his ears and volume.

            "Uhh, sure, sure, Dad." He nodded along, rubbing it off.             "But not so much with the 'talking to her' part. I don't think I have anything to say to her besides 'hi'. Yeah, you and Estelle do the talking, I'll be in my room later. Doing homework. Yeah, homework."

           Miss her? He misses Mom? Already? Damn. Is dad the clingy type or what?            The every thought of Froy being attracted to Amelia, their parents together, hugging, cuddling, snuggling-- made the teen cringed. By gods, may he be saved from the sap. Like his childhood self would exclaim loudly 'eeewwwwwwww!', he would probably do so too at this age. Only exception: internally.

           But hey, look on the bright side! So deep in thought he barely noticed they were arriving at the mall's parking lot. Good timing, his stomach was so ready for the meal. Eloy was sure his dad was feeling the same, given his comment.

           Besides, it wasn't like they could escape the killing aroma of the food court. The moment they stepped inside, the two was greeted with all kind of scents that tingles their appetite. Sweet bakery on this side, spicy Mexican on the other, there was even a Greece restaurant down the end of the corridor, by the escalator.

Damn, this place has everything.

            "Oh, there it is, Dad!" He made a claim, letting the one followed him to stop. Decorated with notable eastern style, the exotic yet modern look of the new restaurant did a good job of standing out in between the fast food store and the 'American's finest' next door. Eloy went ahead and pushed the door open. By the counter inside, he was welcomed by the golden pawing cat, how iconic. Though aside from that, was the hostess of the restaurant.

"Hey there! Welcome! Table or booth?" "Eh... Table by the window, for two." "Sure, right this way!" The hostess smiled at them, just like she would to any opening guests, and led the two to the requested seats.

"Is this your first time to here?" "Uh huh. Yeah." "Okay, all you need to do is pick a type of meat you want: pork, chicken, beef, all listed here, and we'll prep them! Bringing out to you the fresh protein that you will cook yourself with this grill table! I'll set the heat up once you've ordered, there's also side dishes from the menu for you to choose! We're good?" "Yup, sounds cool to us, thanks." "Okay! I'll be right back with your water then!"

           That cheerful smile erupted on her lips again as the hostess walked off to check with another table. And Eloy followed her grace, also 'checking' the young employee out. A cheeky smile crossed his own lips, as his hand waved at Froy, telling to go ahead and order.

           "Pick whatever, Dad, I'm cool with anything. We can order extras for Estelle once we're done." He encouraged. Although the teen's attention wasn't on his father at all.

            "Damn, she's cute." Eloy complimented.

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" You are most free to borrow one of them if you wish. But I would suggest borrowing Artemis or Diana, since Luna can be very.. selective with which people she allows upon her back."

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          "I'm grateful for the generosity, Milady, though don't you think that's a little absurd? What if I were to get one of your manes injured during battle? That's no good, especially if they're trained and raised for you, the Queen. Even if they're pets, they're still the prized and treasured property of the Royalty."

"...'Side, I'm not keen flying. Artemis? Luna? Pegasus in general? Please give me a pass on those."

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        “It’s not so bad. Walking can give you a pair of killer thighs, but if you’re up for it, you could borrow one of our riding horses.”

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            "Lest I can make a leap up to your six-feet-ish-or-something shoulders, clamp my thighs around your neck and twist my body to break your muscles, killing you in that process-- Killer thighs? No, thanks. No men would want to run their hands up the stiffen contour anyways."

           "Provisional mount would be much appreciated. I'm tired of eating the dust and fart of yours, dammit."

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          "... Diana, Artemis, Luna."           "... Eurydice and Pollux."

          "I'm the only one destined to walk on foot, aren't I?"