Moon gravity

@moongradvius said: Leo vc I am NOT obsessed with tomatoes, you walking pineapple! They're hardy enough for Nohr's climate and easy to cross-pollinate to make a variety that can feed more people!

He’s sensing an opportunity, and, by the gods, he WILL take advantage of it.

“I know you’re in denial, Leo.”

“We went through a lot of couples therapy. It was hard. But it’s fine. I meant what I said back then ... that we need to see other people, and that you have to get out more.”

“Also, what the hell is a pineapple?”

@moongradvius​  :   "Hey Sid, I'm going to Sharlayan to turn an asshole Elezen noble inside out, wanna come and spot me?"

head lifts to the sound of the painfully familiar voice , one he’s rather enjoyed the absence of in recent days . were it not for the words it carried , sidurgu might have ignored it altogether . instead , a smirk creeps onto his features . though he ceases to move and greet the miqo’te as one might a friend , he raises his hand to offer her a gruff handshake as per their custom . 

“  who’s ruffled your fur today then , seeker  ?  ”  voice gruff as always , there is a hint of amusement behind practised nonchalance .  “  and why sharlayan  ?  who’ve you managed to piss off all the way over there  ?  ”  an eyebrow peaks in question towards her , almost impressed by her chosen target for her anger . 

he shoots a glance to rielle who , upon recognising thala , offers a bright smile . quite the contrast to sidurgu’s sullen features .  “  sid mentioned he missed you the other day  !  ”  she pipes up , a playful glance shot back to her guardian . damn brat , he thinks to himself , shaking his head in mock despair , she’s learning from the worst . 

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“Prince Alfonse ... a pleasure.”

Akechi flashes the prince a seemingly kind smile. In truth, it hid the threat of his wrath. It was the forced kind of smile that one performed when paired with someone they despised.

“I have you to thank for the fact that I’m in this world, yes? Do I have that correct?”

And, oh, how he already hated it here. It was bright, filled with the false promises of greedy bastards in power. Worse still, he could not call upon Loki’s power here. His abilities were restrained by whatever powers presided over this world, and the notion of it sickened him. Already he was playing by someone else’s terms. He wanted to scream. To scream and lash out with his anger, destroying whatever or whoever was in his way. 

“It’s quite lovely here. I’m sure I’ll enjoy what your kingdom -- Askr, was it? -- has to offer.”

@moongradvius​ sent:  The little Pegasus Knight fiddled with one of her twintails, waiting nervously until the red-armoured knight would finish washing his horse so she could use the spring to give Huey a bath. They didn't get chances like this often while travelling as hard as they were, but she didn't dare take up any space he might need- "Eek!" She fell forward, boots splashing in the shallow water to catch herself, when her mount nudged her waist with his nose- surely catching Sir Kent's attention.

   ❛ i shall only be a moment, florina. ❜  so he plans to be, hastening his grooming of his steed when he sees the shy flier nearby. however, it seems like fate is testing his precise choice of words because the moment he looks away, he hears her yelp and the sound of splashing water, and at that he rushes to catch her and stop her fall.

her momentum and the distance forcing him into an unsteady position does more harm than good, and the two of them end up splashing against the water anyway. at the very least, florina was spared by falling atop him, him taking the brunt of it. the collision against the rocks against his head and back hurt, but it was the knightly thing to do, wasn't it?

still, a low groan of pain escapes kent as he tries to right himself, hand going to the back of his head to feel for anything. his fingers meet blood, and he knows he will feel lightheaded soon — damn it. for now, he keeps his palm pressed against it, at least until he can get proper aid.

❛ the rocks here are quite uneven. careful, ❜  he warns.  ❛ i apologize for getting in your personal space. i thought to help your balance, but... i know you are uncomfortable in such proximity. can you get up on your own?  ❜

Ah, there he was. Eirika was alone, having been busy inspecting what she thought to be a scrape on Oscar's cheek, when she had heard the approach of the new, temporary addition to their group. "Hello! You must be Goro. I'm afraid Ephraim and Seth went to scout the road, but they'll be back soon to pick us up." She looked around, noticing the boy was on foot and alone. "Do you have a horse, by chance?"

“I prefer being called Akechi, actually.”

This lady was ... a bit TOO friendly, honestly. She literally launched herself into first names and spoke as though he’d recognize the names of her friends. Like they’d known each other for years and he was expected to pick up where they left off. It pissed him off that she was so pretentious, so sickly sweet. He assumes plenty of men fell for that nauseating act. Plenty of women had fallen for his, after all.

“And ... a horse? I’m afraid I never quite learned how to ride one, no.”

“Is that a requirement? Is the Order ... an actual order, of knights? I don’t believe I heard about that ...”

@moongradvius​​ sent:  Ares was trying very, very hard not to glare. He'd heard from the murmur around camp that his cousin had gotten engaged while he was out- and to none other than this guy. Sigurd's nephew. When he had heard, it had taken all his self control to not throw down the gauntlet- the less his family had to do with theirs, the better. Even now, he could not keep all vitriol from his voice. "I notice you don't have the Gae Bolg. That's the one for Leonster, right? Don't tell me you lost it."

     leonster’s prince held the nordions in some high regard. lady lachesis had been in his life for very little, but he remembers her being strong in both heart and force — a woman who could not enter your life without making some kind of impact, surely, even as she disappeared off into the unforgiving deserts of aed. then there was lord diarmuid, prince charming incarnate with his endless patience and mild manner. of course, there was also leif’s betrothed, nanna, the girl he had grown up with who had polished her own willpower and strength to the point that leif could no longer look away even if he wanted to.

and then there was prince ares. wielder of mystletainn, so the rumors say, and with the strength of hezul flowing through his veins. leif’s eyes immediately go to the blade at ares’s hip consequently, it is a fine blade even sheathed, and leif instantly yearns for it — the legacy behind it, everything that could never be his. ares is a god amongst men to be able to wield it, and leif would admire him for it, had he not heard that the man had originally tried to kill lord seliph. for that, leif believes hezul has chosen wrongly. ares does not deserve the blood in his veins. he does not deserve the title of crusader.

but king eldigan hadn’t had any other children. it is not like there was much choice in the matter, and it is better to have passed the brand down than to let it be lost to time. perhaps one day, ares will have a child that shall surpass him. that hope is what keeps leif civil, even if he would really rather not. 

it does not stop the prince from scowling at ares though. it was his natural instinct to, and when given a reason to distrust him as much as he does, there is no stopping it, least of all when there is no one to rein him in now. his severe look only deepens when they at last exchange words.

“ ...unlike you, my house’s holy weapon was never mine to begin with, ”  he spits out, curling his fingers over the hilt of his mother’s blade, but he does not unsheathe it. he merely lets his hand wind itself tightly there, lest he lose his temper and throw his fist at ares’s face instead.  “ it’s my sister who had the brand, but she died with my parents at aed. the gáe bolg disappeared with them that day. i’m sure thracia stole it and is using it as some trophy now. ”

the thought makes leif’s blood boil, and his expression transforms deeper into his hatred, though the ire cannot be fully blamed upon nordion’s heir. no, no matter how much leif envies and disapproves of his fellow prince, ares is not the reason for all of his anguish and struggling. but he is the one who reminds him of the cruel truth that has hung over him all his life.

“ ...the gáe bolg will never be used again, even if i were to find it. it’ll reject me the moment i touch it, but i’m sure you wouldn’t understand. ...you were lucky enough to have your bloodline’s brand after all. ”  so be grateful for it, he never manages to say, biting his tongue to prevent himself from doing so.