INSOLENCE!

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

She blushed when Noire kissed her hand and moved her hand so that it was holding onto the archer’s. “…It’ll be easier to watch over you at least and I wouldn’t have to worry about Morgan getting jealous if I come over to look after you.”

“Sev... I.. Of course-” Noire finally said, and when it was spoken aloud rather than just repeated frantically over and over in her mind she even looked a little surprised that she’d managed to find the words. She and Severa were going to be more than best friends now, and honestly she couldn’t have been more excited to see how things were going to pan out from here. 

//Hey guys! Some’ve you have probably already seen this picture, but, uh, here it is again! This time it’s because 100 people are now following me, which is… really surprising? Wow. A hundred entire people. I know some of you guys are here ‘cause of my Owain sideblog but hey, I’ll take what I can get.

Anyways, I thought I’d do some sort of giveaway! Since y’all have to suffer through me posting all sorts of nonsense and not actually… getting to replies very often… haha… But regardless, here’s how it’s gonna go down:

This really only goes for people who were following me as of before I posted this. I’m not interested in gaining followers, just kinda celebrating that I have some already.

If you want to be in on this, one like and one reblog is good – each’ll get you an entry. I’ll pick the winners randomly.

Three people will win and each will get five (5) of these things, i.e. pins that look like FE:A skills. If there’s a skill you want that I don’t have shown here, I can make those too.

These are literal physical objects that will be shipped to you, so you have to be okay with giving me some sort of address. International shipping is not a problem.

I’m gonna say that this’ll go to… May 15th. Next friday. I think that’s a friday? I’ll pick the winners that saturday. If winners don’t get back to me a week after I notify them, I’ll pick a new winner.

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

She pulled back to breathe and blushed. Well.. that was an unexpected kiss, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. The redhead caressed the other’s woman’s cheek and looked at her. “So.. I guess that’s true.” She chuckled, now feeling more nervous about bringing this topic up. 

“Heehee... W-well he IS his mother's son,” Noire pointed out about Morgan. At times she seemed to blame things too easily on one's blood, but in this case it really did fit. “So I suppose him being able to tell my feelings was to be expected. Being able to read your allies is a valuable skill.” Clearing her throat, she turned her face shyly to place a gentle kiss on Severa's palm.

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

There she goes, scared to know how she felt honestly. Depending on her answer, she’ll tell her about Morgan’s plans for the future, but even then.. this was still embarrassing! 

“You…!”

Eyes wide, Noire let out a breathy and elated sort of gasp in response. If happiness had a noise, Noire was certain that it might have sounded a little something like that. Severa liked her??

“Someone made you do… what?” The archer asked uncertainly, her expression concerned for her friend. Had someone put him up to something he didn’t want to do?

It was then that the tactician leaned forward and did something that Noire never in a million years would have imagined him to do with her.

He kissed her.

She froze stock still in reply with her eyes wide in utter bewilderment. The action was soft and innocent of course, but the urge to hyperventilate when they parted was still definitely strong. 

The blush returned to his face when she commented that just about everyone in camp liked him at least a little. “I dunno, I mean…” Morgan started, “…uhm…” He tried to think of someone who maybe didn’t like him but he was drawing up blanks. “Erm…maybe you’re right.” He smiled again but that didn’t stop him from blushing at all. 

“Mom would be so jealous if she knew.. ehehe.. she’s always going on about— well, maybe... w-we shouldn’t get into that.” Taking his hands again, Noire smiled. 

“The important thing is that we never tell her.” Clearing her throat, Noire confessed, “Morgan... I want to kiss you back. I think you’re cute too.. b-but please, let’s talk to Severa...” 

“Eeeeeeek Severa don’t sneak up on me like thaaat… I-If this is about the broken dishes then its so not my fault. They were like that when I walked in, honest.”

No, what Severa was confronting her about was far scarier than any scolding. Scarier than one of her mothers testing sessions? Absolutely not! But Noire still felt quite nauseous. Would her reply cost her their friendship?

“Someone made you do… what?” The archer asked uncertainly, her expression concerned for her friend. Had someone put him up to something he didn’t want to do?

It was then that the tactician leaned forward and did something that Noire never in a million years would have imagined him to do with her.

He kissed her.

She froze stock still in reply with her eyes wide in utter bewilderment. The action was soft and innocent of course, but the urge to hyperventilate when they parted was still definitely strong. 

“My mother is obsessed with yours.” She pointed out first of all, ever the pessimist, Noire was ready to continue if he needed anymore reasons why ‘not’ was a solid plan, Not that she wasn’t interested in the thought of maybe dating him! But the idea of not only obtaining a boyfriend, but also a girlfriend in the same day was a little jarring for someone who normally went unnoticed romantically. 

“Morgan, I don’t think theres a single person here in camp who doesn’t like you at least a little.” She said with a small giggle. There was no need to get ahead of herself.. there was a real possibility that Morgan had just been reading Severa wrong and this isn’t what she’d wanted at all. Hoo boy, they’d both be pretty embarrassed then! For her own sanity, she tried not to think about it.

“.... Do you really think I’m cute?”

⋙      {  ♘  }    ❝ I didn’t mean it literally, but that’s a good point! ❞            What if he did leave it somewhere some one could stumble            over it?!  It was bad enough to be a knight without your weapon            of sworn oaths, but to be inconveniencing and potentially hurting            another was most unforgivable.   He’d have to find his lance            at once.

“S-Sure! I’ll help you find it, Stahl. Four eyes are better than two, I guess....” Trailing off, she nervously wrung her hands along the edge of her bow. 

   “…you…”

“Someone made you do… what?” The archer asked uncertainly, her expression concerned for her friend. Had someone put him up to something he didn’t want to do?

It was then that the tactician leaned forward and did something that Noire never in a million years would have imagined him to do with her.

He kissed her.

She froze stock still in reply with her eyes wide in utter bewilderment. The action was soft and innocent of course, but the urge to hyperventilate when they parted was still definitely strong. 

“She…well, told me that I should go kiss you. Softly, but still kiss you. I think maybe…” He shuffled his feet a little nervously, trying to find the words for it. “I think she wants…us to be together. I-I mean…the three of us. What I’m trying to say is, I think Sevvy likes you…and…I think I do too. We still love each other, don’t get me wrong but…I think maybe she wants you to be with us too so it will be, well…the three of us. Erm, I haven’t asked her explicitly, but it seems a lot like that’s what’s on her mind.” 

He let out a deep breath. That had not been easy to say, though he’d made it seem that way…sort of. At least he hadn’t wavered to much. 

“Yes.” She said softly, averting her gaze. Her face burned with shame, but there was no sense in lying to him. She wanted more than anything to never hurt Morgan’s feelings. Politely, she listened to him talk with her head still bowed, but looked up at the mention... or rather, the invitation into a potential relationship.

“I.. ” Noire stammered, looking a little light-headed. “I’m not...” She murmured quietly, her hands clasping together. Of course she’d had feelings for Severa that went deeper than what she’d always claimed for many years now, and Morgan was undoubtedly charming and kind... when she’d heard of their relationship initially, the feeling was certainly bittersweet. Why shouldn’t she have been happy for her two favorite people? 

“... Why.. why would you leave your weapon somewhere that someone could trip over it? What if someone gets hurt?”