Flurry | Eliwood & Azura

@mysteriousveil

It was the first snowfall of the season in Askr. White, fluffy collections of snow gently drifted to the ground, creating almost a dreamy scene outside his window. It was picturesque. He adored the way the snow would settle on the branches of the trees, outlining them in white, like powdered sugar brushed onto sweets. Though he was incredibly fond of the imagery, he had never been one to be able to withstand the cold for very long. His lean build did not allow for him to produce much body heat, let alone his overall poor constitution.

Yet, just as a child desired, he found himself compelled to venture out into the snow. There was something magical to catching flakes in his hands. With that in mind, he carefully wrapped a scarf around his neck, before stepping outside. The brisk air caused him to shudder, but he did not turn back. Instead, he smiled, looking up to the sky and marveling the snow. It was then that a figure caught his attention. Azura, was it? A couple months ago, she approached him on his birthday, offering well wishes. When he had first observed her appearance, he had been uncomfortable, as she reminded him of his late wife. He wondered if that feeling would ever change. 

With a smile, he approached her with a polite wave. Upon observing her more closely, his expression shifted to one of mixed surprise and concern.

“Ah…your nose is bright red! Were you walking around in the snow? Or did you perhaps bump into something?”

Songbird | Micaiah & Azura

Continued from here.

@mysteriousveil

Azura’s face flushed a bright red. She had compliments thrown around about her singing and her dancing. But from the fortune teller herself? It almost seemed genuine and not a form of cat calling.

She smiled and bowed her head, “Thank you young maiden. Perhaps I shall one day or even sing to the bird perched on your shoulder?”

Micaiah smiled, as Azura’s gratitude not only showed on her face, but in the warmth of her feelings as well. Though the dancer had accepted her compliment humbly, she did sense a bit of doubt in her sincerity, but she tried not to take it personally. Given Azura’s profession and skill set, she could only imagine the amount of times she had heard the same compliment from others.

“I’m sure Yune would truly enjoy that. She may sing along.” She replied. With that, Yune swooped down from her shoulder and glided onto her finger, fluffing her wings and chirping in agreement. Micaiah laughed softly.

“I think she may be preparing herself for a song.” She guessed, noticing the way Yune was straightening.

@mysteriousveil

Knoll wasn’t necessarily a lover of music. While he didn’t mind listening to it, a lot of his time was spent in the quiet of his library and not much noise was present there. Still, he found himself entranced with the singing and dancing of this girl, who didn’t seem to have noticed him quite yet.

So he waited in silence, until she was done, then clapped quietly, trying not too make too much noise and startle her. “While I certainly have no experience when it comes to dancing, I must say your dance was.....interesting to watch....” Interesting wasn’t quite the word he wanted to use but it would do.

Karaoke Night [Forsyth & Azura]

Starter for @mysteriousveil

Forsyth sighed.

He’d been looking forward to the work social all week. After all, why wouldn’t he?

Python had received the whole earful, of course – how it was his chance to impress Clive, how he could discuss some of his ideas for the workplace and maybe have them implemented. That was how it was supposed to be. As it was now, Clive was chatting with the other executives, drink in hand, and Forsyth sat alone on a long row of leather seats.

Why did it have to be karaoke?

As one of his co-workers – somebody in finance, he forgot who it was – launched into a painful rendition of Don’t Stop Me Now, Forsyth flashed an awkward smile and tried his best not to bury his head in his hands.

There was no use denying it; he wasn’t going to last.

Excusing himself, he opened the soundproof door and made his way to the bar he’d seen outside. He wasn’t in the mood for alcohol, but even a soft drink had to be better than the alternative.

Sing Me a Requiem | Laslow and Azura

@mysteriousveil​ 

Laslow sat on the pier of the lake, the moon and stars reflected in the water’s surface. Aside from the ripples from Laslow’s feet, the water was still. It was nights like these that he would be dancing to the sound of crickets but tonight he could perform for no one. Not even the dead.

Homesickness was always a struggle for him. It was the longing for the idea of a home. However, this time he missed Ylisse, the one he could never grow old in. He remembered the long walks in the garden with his mother and sister and the playful sword fights with his father. It was a memory from so long ago it felt like it happened in a dream.

He had been living as a Nohrian soldier for so long he had almost forgot he had a life before then. Every memory of the old Ylisse seemed like it was a dream... or nightmare in some cases. The newer timeline barely felt real. 

Laslow heard the faint found of footsteps in the sand. He knew who it was. They were the only two people who knew about this lake. “Once...once this war is over...” He hesitated. It’s better to confess now he told himself.

“Everything you thought- everything I am, is a lie.”

Toska (Azura)

Malaise enters a body in three ways - mental, physical, and emotional. Mentally, you cannot think right; physical, you are weakened; emotionally, you seem to not be able to become happy. For the vastly unfortunate, they could contract all three in some way.

Today, it was mental and emotional. Empty, unable to think, but still had the capacity to experience sadness.

Loneliness for a long time could cause a man to feel this way, and Artur was no exception. He thought he was, but what a foolish thought. He was slumped over near a tree, staring off into the distance and allowing the mental and emotional hurt to consume him.

"Hello Hector, how goes the sparring? Your.. Armads looks like it could use a break, don't you think?"

Hector couldn’t hold back the deep belly laugh that he released upon hearing something like that. “Armads needing a break? There’s no such thing! Armads is always ready to fight!” 

"How do you feel about... Delthea?" {rip i realize you'll probably get a lot of these about her but i wanted to know the true opinion on her :3}

“Delthea…?“ Luthier ponders the question momentarily, gathering his thoughts. “Hm. Well, she’s quite talented and strong, but she isn’t inclined towards her future- only the here and now. And I find that quite irritating.“

He purses his lips, trying to decide if he has been too harsh of his opinion. He decided that he has been, and adds, “Though… I do admire her carefree nature and how she can open up to almost anyone in that regard. I’d say that it is the best part of her personality, even if she is lazy in her studies.”

"May I have this dance, Lord Berkut?"

Royal Ball meme

The voice was familiarly sweet and turned his head on instinct, allowing the glimpse of blue at his peripheral to breed the expectation that he would find his beloved intending to surprise him. Rinea had fallen ill shortly before the ball, but urged him not to reschedule - it would cause too much inconvenience for too many people - but Berkut had been hopeful for her sudden recovery.

He met gold instead of deep cerulean, and mild disappointment sloped his shoulders.

The request was earnest. Berkut glanced over her and all at once a painting Mitama had shown him of the Hoshidan royal family floated to memory. He didn’t recall her name, but the long, beautiful hair was unmistakable.

“Very well.” He took her hand and led her into a simple waltz. It was not until they had fallen into a rhythm together that he asked what was on his mind:

“You’re a princess from Hoshido, are you not? Forgive me, but I don’t know your name.”

🍏 Yellow Chicken Curry

From Dishing out Ratings Meme.

“In truth, I am not quite fond of curry. It isn’t that it is not a dish that is carefully crafted…but I fear I am not one to enjoy spicy types of food. I could only truly savor the dish if it were quite mild…which in the case of curry, makes the dish quite plain. Pray forgive me, but I fear I must rate it at a three.”

Serendipity | Micaiah & Azura

@mysteriousveil

As the main performance drew to a close, the maiden roused herself, knowing that soon the walkway would be bustling with people with fat purses, searching for ways to spend their gold. As Micaiah prepared herself, rehearsing her approach, other peddlers emerged as well, laying about their goods and services handsomely, all desperate for a piece of the spending that was to come. Telling fortunes was Micaiah’s only source of income and though meager, it was enough to sustain her.

In no time at all, the crowd arrived, some pausing at various stands while others departed quickly, attempting not to lock eyes with any of the merchants to spare themselves of a sales pitch. Micaiah too, began to tempt the crowd with promises of an accurate reading over any topic desired. It was then when a woman caught her eye, at a distance of a feet few, though swiftly heading towards her direction. Her hair was long and restless, cascading down her back and draping over her shoulders like a blanket of snow. She was undoubtedly unusual and the maiden felt drawn to her.

“Excuse me,” Micaiah spoke the moment Azura was within hearing distance, “would you like me to read your fortune?”

Azura hadn't personally met Tobin. She had heard stories from her constant travelling. But from around town she had heard a rumor and him and this being his birthday today. She approached him and calmly spoke, "Happy Birthday." Because even if he didn't like his birthday, she wanted to speak that simple sentence.

Tobin has had some pretty unusual people approach him in his life. Shady merchants trying to sell him unhealthy looking animals, weird looking strangers approaching him and asking for Gray (what, was he his messenger?), and how could he forget the many times a beggar tried to convince him for his hard-earned gold?

But never had he experienced a complete stranger approach him and wish him a happy birthday. She was beautiful too, almost looking as though she had hopped right out of a fairy tale. Did I drink spoiled milk this morning?

“Oh, well uh, thanks!”

❤️- For a secret crush?

// (I’m going to have modern AUForsyth answer this one – as things are a little different for canonverse).

Forsyth turns a rather brightshade of pink.

“O-oh!” he splutters, hisgaze falling to the ground. “W-well, it’s been a long time, but when I was ateenager, I…” He sighs, and laughs. “I’m just glad it all worked out. I didn’teven know what it was at first.”

After a short pause, he looksup again and smiles; there’s a twinkle in his eye, and happiness in his voice. “Pythonis very special to me,” he says. “I admit, he’s not into the romantic side of things, but I couldn’task for anything more.”

A Dancer’s Punishment | Azura

@mysteriousveil

Laslow had accompanied the royal family to the kingdom of Nestra for a concert. He had always loved the performing arts and Cyrkensia provided a gorgeous atmosphere for it. The lights, the music, the stage. Everything in the capitol was catered to dancers and musicians.

Oh, how a part of him longed to be up on stage. Maybe in another life he could’ve traveled the world as a dancer. But alas, his duties called him elsewhere, to simply watch from the sidelines.

Each dancer that performed, he was enamored with. Not his usual infatuation with looks but the way they moved so gracefully. 

And then there was the one dancer. Not only was she amazing at dancing but her voice. Something was eating away at him. Her moves and her voice were so familiar but he couldn’t place where. Laslow had seen and heard so many performers in his lifetime, he could barely pick apart his favorites.

Laslow was so lost in thoughts over the woman that he hadn’t noticed King Garon’s reactions or his orders. It threw him into minor shock when he heard he was to kill all dancers in Nestra. But orders were orders. 

With that Laslow grabbed his sword and ran into the streets, hoping to hide as many dancers as he could without being discovered. He never could kill innocent civilians.

What are you afraid of, sir?

Seth turned to the dancer. “Afraid, my lady? As a knight, especially a commander, I cannot afford to show such a thing as fear on the battlefield. If my men believed I doubted our chances, they too would lose hope.” There were times he did fear for their chances though, and the thought that someone would catch that, would notice the cracks in his carefully constructed armour, that shook him. “But yes, I, do feel fear. I am only human, after all…” The last statement seemed almost as though it were an afterthought, and Seth stared out into the distance.

giddy up!

started for @mysteriousveil!

In the early hours of dawn, Silas sits alone in an open field just outside of the town of Dia. Any other time he would have balked at the idea of being a sitting duck out in the open with two horses, but for today he had few other options. Silas runs his fingers through the last bit of Pascal’s mane, separating it into three strands for the final braid. “You’re a very patient horse, aren’t you Pascal? A very patient horse, yes you are… You’re going to help teach someone how to ride, so we’ll both need some patience today.”

Silas was beyond surprised when Azura asked him for a riding lesson the other day. In hindsight, perhaps he shouldn’t have been. Azura seems to walk around more than she rides or flies, and to do that barefoot everyday… it’s no wonder she finally got tired of it. 

Then again, Azura is still a mystery to Silas. He doesn’t know what to think of her, if she has secret motivations beyond helping Corrin (“helping” Corrin, if his worst fears are true). But he can’t deny his help to an ally who asks for it. Perhaps it will let him finally make up his mind about that girl.

At least in the open field, it’s easy to see Azura approaching their meeting spot. “Lady Azura!” Silas shouts from the top of his lungs, waving his arms to catch her attention. “Good morning!”