@valorwilled​ asked:

"There we are! Oh, I knew you'd look lovely, Lucia," Elincia says with a little laugh, settling back down after reaching up on tiptoe to place a handmade flower crown upon Lucia's hair. "Happy Day of Devotion, Lucia. I hope you'll be by my side for many more."

      An amused sort of look was evident on Lucia’s features as Elincia reached up to place the flower crown on azure tresses. It reminded her of SIMPLER days, before the war, when they would spend countless hours weaving crowns of all colors. Elincia’s were always MUCH prettier, Lucia recalled. ❝ Thank you, Lady Elincia. I hope for the very same ---- there is truly no other place I’d rather be.❞

🔥 for Emrys

for every 🔥 i get, i’ll tell something distinctive about the way my character has sex.

Emrys tends to be rather sentimental in bed. He likes to kiss his partner, touch them, tell them just how much he loves them. Body worship? RIGHT up his alley. He’s not one to have sex with someone that he doesn’t hold feelings for – it’s kinda a big thing for him to sleep with someone tbh? 

He’s a real BIG sap to be completely honest.

@valorwilled​ asked: 

"I must admit I am uncertain as to whether your homeland has a holiday such as this, but here in Nohr, the Day of Devotion is typically spent with our loved ones. Assuming you are open to the idea, I would very much like to spend my day with you--though I have no doubt my siblings will want some of your time as well." Xander's normally stern features soften as a dry smile tugs at his lips. "Regardless, I brought you these, in the spirit of the holiday. I fear that Nohr's soil does not support very many kinds of flowers, particularly at this time of year, but I hope they are to your liking all the same." In his hands is a bouquet of small blooms--periwinkles, asters, and other flowers which still thrived despite the Nohrian climate. "Happy Day of Devotion, El."

      ❝ Oh, Xander... Thank you very much. These are beautiful.❞ Delicately did she take the flowers, almost marveling at them. They were CERTAINLY much different than the flora native to her home ---- though she found herself appreciating them all the more. 

      ❝ I REGRET to say that we do not have a corresponding holiday in Élenion, but I am most intrigued to learn more! You know I am MORE than happy to spend the day with you, whether it be due to holiday tradition or not. You really needn’t ask.❞ A smile touched her lips then, and Elvóthien stood ‘pon her tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. ❝ Happy Day of Devotion to you as well, Xander.❞

@crestlocked​ asked:

"Olivia, how are you with ballroom dancing? With the war in the way, it's been a while since I've had to attend any formal events. I'm rusty, so I was wondering if you could help me." - Chrom

      ❝ Oh, gosh, I’m not really the BEST at ballroom dancing, but I do know a few simple steps. I’d love to help refresh your memory, though! Here ---- take my hand! It’s really as easy as one-two-three! Who knows, AFTER the war you might have to put these skills to good use.❞

@sapientiiae​ asked: 

‘💌 ( so what if we're a bit past 'budding' lol :3 )

Send ‘💌’ to hear my muse confess what they find attractive about yours.

      Emrys cleared his throat. Such a forward question ; though he KNEW he wouldn’t have difficulty answering. ❝ One glance at the Princess and you’d be STRUCK by her beauty. Surely the crown jewel of Hyrule, no? Her eyes, though... Like raw sapphires cut from the earth itself.❞ He could feel a flush beginning to tinge freckled cheeks, and at once did a gloved hand raise to try and rub the color away. 

     ❝ She’s physically beautiful ---- but that isn’t HARD to see. Her wisdom and intelligence blow me away more often than I’d like to admit. And her wit! She can challenge me with a sarcastic remark mere seconds after I’ve retorted in kind.❞ 

      ❝ She’s kind and caring and COMPASSIONATE. Selfless. I don’t know how many times she’s put other’s needs before her own, or how much sleep she loses thinking about her people and how she can best serve them. It’s admirable, really ; though I can’t say that I don’t worry myself SICK about her.❞ He paused, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly. ❝ I think it’s best I stop before I find myself in trouble.❞

@sapientiiae​ submitted:

When he was away, Zelda personally saw to it that Phaëton was carefully polished, now returned to its appropriate place and resting next to the new shield Zelda had made for him — a birthday present to compliment the sword bestowed upon him when he took on his role as Captain. When she does manage to find him, she holds a small yet elegantly decorated cake and sings a happy birthday song quietly to avoid being heard by anyone other than Emrys. She would avoid all the pomp and circumstance, saving the embarrassment to be done by Elvóthien later.

      Emrys was NEVER one to make a fuss over his birthday ---- in fact, he much preferred that it was kept QUIET. However, he knew a select few would not let the day pass without something being done. Even knowing this, Emrys was SURPRISED to find his prized blade, Phaëton, polished to perfection ---- and a matching shield in addition. He noted the superior craftsmanship ; it was beautiful, durable, STRONG. There was a part of him that was excited to try it out ---- but he knew he should thank Zelda first. 

      And so, after finding his gifts, he SWIFTLY made way through the castle ; determined to find the princess to give his thanks for such thoughtful presents. When he did meet with her, once more was he SURPRISED. She stood before him, a birthday cake in her hands, and so softly singing to him! He couldn’t contain the WIDE grin that upturned his lips, nor how his heart incessantly thrummed against his ribs. She finished her song, and were it not for the cake she held, he most CERTAINLY would have pulled her in for a tight hug. 

      ❝ You’re very sneaky, you know,❞ he teased, grinning. ❝ Not only did you manage to TAKE Phaëton AND replace it without my knowing, but somehow you were able to keep ALL of this a secret from me.❞ There was a small laugh as he paused to lean down and give a quick kiss to her forehead. ❝ Thank you, Princess, for all of this. Ever do you spoil me, it would seem.❞

@sapientiiae​ asked: Hopping in so Zelda can give Emrys a New Year kiss at midnight

      The castle had put on a rather MARVELOUS party for the New Year, Emrys thought. The main hall was decorated beautifully ---- it seemed that no expense had been spared in doing so. He felt almost silly ; usually he didn’t bat an eye on such things, but THIS YEAR he felt that he appreciated the effort more. Though he was not one for socializing, parties even less ( too noisy, too crowded ; CERTAINLY his father’s child ) ---- somehow he found himself enjoying the night. He was in good spirits ; happy, confident, PROUD almost ---- especially when the crown jewel of their fair kingdom was on his arm. There was no shortage of food or dancing or music, and Emrys was GLAD to partake in anything that made his princess happy. He was content enough to be with her.

      As the midnight hour grew close, all the guests gathered together ---- whispering EXCITEDLY in anticipation. Emrys’ attention wasn’t on them, though ; emerald eyes were trained instead on Zelda at his side. She looked ethereal, he thought ---- dressed in a glittering gown that sparkled even with the most DELICATE of movements. He couldn’t help but to think that all others in the room paled in comparison to her. 

      The countdown began, and the smallest of smiles broke through his normally stoic visage. He squeezed her hand ---- and when the clock STRUCK midnight, he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. He let it linger for a few moments, CAREFUL not to get carried away in the presence of others. When he pulled away, he found himself sporting an almost giddy grin.

      ❝ Happy New Years, Princess,❞ he said, loud enough for only her to hear. ❝ I hope that wasn’t TOO forward of me.❞

@sapientiiae​ asked: 🗣 Emrys and Elvóthien of course

    ❝ You really DON’T have to worry about me all the time, mum. I can take care of myself JUST FINE.❞

    ❝ Oh, come now! Is it not a mother’s duty to do so? No matter how old you get, your father and I will always fret over you and your wellbeing. It is ONLY because we love you, Emrys. After all, you are our only child, and who else am I to dote on?❞

    ❝ Then get a pet if you want something to coddle, not ME. Goddesses above, I’m a grown man! It was fine when I was younger, but now...it’s EMBARRASSING.❞

    ❝ Embarrassing? Oh, it could be MUCH WORSE. What time is your shift today? Perhaps I can pay you a little visit.❞

    ❝ No, no, ABSOLUTELY NOT. Forget I even said anything! Why can’t you just leave me to my own devices like da’...?❞

@valorwilled​ asked:

‘ has it been that long? ’ xander to el!!

      There was a flicker of dejection alight in jade hues ; her lips curled downwards in a frown. While Elvóthien had known that she would not have the chance to see her family as often, it still did not make her MISS them any less ; it did not lessen the heartache. While she DID have Xander and his siblings for company, Elvóthien oftentimes felt lonely and yearned for her family ---- for her HOME.

      ❝ ----Yes. Nigh on a year... Or close to it.❞ She didn’t WANT to admit that she counted the days until she could reunite with her family ; she didn’t want to upset Xander. Elvóthien knew he tried his hardest, his very best, to make her feel at home and welcomed. She appreciated every word and every action. At least he was TRYING.

      ❝ Do you know if they have sent any word? Any LETTERS?❞ Only slightly did pointed ears lift. She wanted to cling on to a SLIVER of hope, however small it may have been.

@veilati​ asked:

‘  what  would  i  do  without  you?  ’ / sanaki to micaiah <3

      Ever so gently did Micaiah brush through amethyst tresses, CAREFUL not to snag or pull. ---- So silky and shiny ; she oft found herself envious of her sister’s hair. The texture, the color ; so very much UNLIKE her own. 

      Broken from her thoughts at Sanaki’s query, Micaiah found herself smiling. Not long ago, NEITHER of them had even an inkling that they were blood ; now they are all but inseparable. She only WISHED she had known sooner ; there was a part of her that wanted to atone for time lost, for years they should’ve had together ---- but THIS would have to suffice.

      ❝ Hmm...I don’t know,❞ she drawled. ❝ Have unruly, UNMANAGEABLE hair? You’d have to cut it like Tanith’s. Could you imagine?❞ Her words were followed by a laugh, gloved fingers sweeping the bangs from Sanaki’s face. ❝ I’m only TEASING. Truly, I don’t know what I would do without you, either. I’m very lucky to have you, sister.❞

@tomestobetold​ asked:

‘ do you promise? ’ -from Rinea to Conrad

      Her voice was soft, sweet ; barely above a whisper in the light of dawn. How COULD Conrad deny her? She had him wrapped around her finger, and so he would GLADLY do anything ---- promise anything ---- if it made her happy. Even just to see her smile ; which he SWORE was brighter than even the sun itself.

      ❝ Of course. I’ve meant EVERYTHING I have ever said, Rinea. I won’t ever leave you ; I’ll be by your side until you no longer want me here.❞ 

      ❝ ---- Promise.❞

@tomestobetold​ asked:

‘ how did you get in here? ’ -from Gale to El

      Elvóthien sat perched upon one of the Wizard’s well-worn chairs ; surprise FEIGNED as he entered the threshold of his own home. He was sullen as ever, clearly DISPLEASED that she had arrived unannounced ---- and furthermore whilst he was out. 

      ❝ You have a VERY bad tendency of leaving your door unlocked. Do you not remember your promise to take me stargazing this eve? You said there is to be a LUNAR ECLIPSE, and so I wanted to arrive here as soon as I possibly could!❞ She truly couldn’t help but to tease him ; though his ever worsening memory DID startle her at times.

      ❝ ---- Would you be more INCLINED to forgive me if I told you there is a fresh pot of coffee brewing for you?❞

@writtenstars​​ asked:

“i’ve never seen magic quite like this.” (soren to micaiah!)

      It was with great RELUCTANCE that Micaiah handed Thani to Soren. They were allies now ; expected to be working together ---- to be CORDIAL in the very least. Micaiah supposed letting the wind mage inspect her tome was a start. 

      ❝ No?❞ Her attention garnered, golden hues flickered from the tome to instead settle on Soren. ❝ If I’m being HONEST, I thought the same thing when I first acquired Thani. It’s...a little different than other light tomes I’m used to using,❞ she confessed. 

@sapientiiae​ submitted:

It was under the cover of night that the girl flees from the castle, just as she’d done many times before. In the past, her departure had always been done in good spirits — longing to see the woman she’d grown so close to; the woman that brought life to the man she loved. Now, however, she flees in desperation. She needed someone — anyone — to talk to. And with no mother of her own to confide in, the barmaid was the closest thing she had. Elvóthien was the only one that may understand her position, which was something the court members would never do.

Anxiously do gloved hands rap at the door, eager to be let within the safety of the bar. By this point, her vision had started to blur — her view marred by the tears that brimmed and threatened to overflow. She didn’t feel like the regal Princess that was to one day be the Queen of Hyrule. Instead, she felt more like a lost child seeking shelter with a parent whose wisdom far exceeded her own.

The irony.

“Elvóthien! Are you there? Elvóthien!”

      The hour was LATE. Customers had stumbled home long before Elvóthien locked up, leaving only the bar’s patron saint, Louise, to keep her company. Thoughtful, she reached down to scoop up the cat and scratch under her chin. When was the last time Emrys came to visit? In the SAME beat, her thoughts shifted to the Princess. She’d seen neither hide nor hair of them in more than a week, which seemed HIGHLY unusual for the pair. Emrys wasn’t on a patrol of the kingdom, at least not that he had mentioned to Elvóthien nor his father. 

      Pointed ears were met with SWIFT knocking at the bar’s door, enough to jar the barmaid from her thoughts. Louise was set down ( much to the cat’s dismay ), and she hurriedly made way to the entrance. From outside she could hear the Princess’ voice. It seemed almost FRANTIC ---- had something happened? Was Emrys okay?

      The door was pulled open, and Elvóthien was met with a bleary-eyed Zelda. Immediately her brows shot up, concern taking over delicate features. ❝ Oh, sweetheart! Are you alright? What happened??❞

@sapientiiae​ asked:

❝  we’ve come so far. there has to be a way.  ❞ (to Em)

      Emrys gritted his teeth and emerald hues REFUSED to look up for fear of what Zelda’s countenance held. He’d known from the beginning of their relationship that this day would come ---- but he didn’t expect it so soon ( nor for it to feel like his HEART had been hewn in two ). It was only to be expected that the princess would wed someone noble ; Emrys held no claim, no title, no RIGHT to be anything but her dutiful guard. 

      He’d known ---- HE HAD KNOWN.

      ❝ I...I don’t think there is one, Princess. We both know what it is the council expects, and we know that isn’t...me.❞ It felt as if his composure could crumble at any second. They could advocate ‘til their lungs gave out ---- but Emrys knew it wouldn’t change a thing. 

      A BEAT of pause was given as he sucked in a breath, a halfhearted attempt to reel in his raging emotions. ❝ I’m sorry.❞ ---- Such a pitiful response, but it was all he could offer without his voice nor facade breaking.

@allisallies​ asked:

❝ need a hand? i’ve got two. ❞ (lukas at conrad o:)

THE WITCHER STARTERS // ACCEPTING

      The task at hand was mundane, truly -- nothing that Conrad couldn’t tackle on his own. He supposed, though, that Lukas’ company and an extra set of hands could help to move it along.

      ❝ If you feel so inclined to help, I won’t object. Here,❞ gloved hands passed the reigns to Lukas. ❝ You take these while I brush her hindquarters. She tends to get ornery if someone doesn’t keep her in line.❞