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@myrmidoens is my son
LAZWARD!!!!
( semi-hiatus while school and stuff starts. i’d like to complete all my replies on all my muses. ovo i’m sorry if you were anticipating my reply, i’m trying my best to get to each and every one.!! )
’ ———henry? ' soft timbre brushes against tepid air, vitriolic fingers finding themselves wrapping around fossil features (they had been felt by her once, & the memory stays within skull). a susurrus ushers out of lips, slight redemption capturing ambrosial scent. tense muscles she had, cold hands & pale face, things such as that ruin princesses’ faces. the inclination of being proper & regal was not something she was able to do —— & she worried about it almost every night, thus creating her lack of sleep. lids drop half-heartily, & she leans against broad back covered in soft fabric which brushed against her forehead. & though it was just a slight touch —— she suffocates with insomnia, & something that feared her as a person herself. but she lets it go & tries to form a slight felon smile.
a voice coos, and he recognizes it immediately; the delicate tonality a euphony he's heard frequently prior. being as he is, a jest of sorts -- though cataclysmic -- his previous expression remains: a smile, even when paltry extrusions secure around his own noodle-like arm. many times on end has he inquired, why it is that she -- a noble&one of divine grandeur&dignity, holding a notoriety that only all of ylisse has heard of -- can drift into slumber in his embrace, as if his bony frame was comfortable and his ghostly skin were calming. it nearly baffles him, for one, though henry's henry and it's surprising enough that he has enough mindset to actually process the abnormality of her favoring -- or even speaking to him in the first place. 'hm? oh, hi lissa!' timbre as usual is at a cheerful beat, which will normally strike thee as odd-- for he wears the same grin he would wear if he were cutting down enemies one by one.
'having sleeping troubles again? i still smell like blood and bone breaking, but feel free to come on over, nya-ha!'
( x l y d o ) indie & selective henry of fire emblem awakening rp. multifandom | crossover | singleship
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Henry u ok—-
I am not a bad man even though I do bad things - very bad things - such horrible things!
I bought Fe:Awakening a day ago and its really fun! I wish I bought it earlier but I hesitated since I’ve never really played rpg games before.
i’ve always wanted to draw henry with cat ears *insert lame crow pun
rest in fucking pieces kirigiri kyouko