𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄

TO WING, BROTHERS!

if you’re interested in interacting with a brand new ( kind of remade - ) TIBARN from fire emblem radiant dawn !!! then this blog is the blog for you !

TO WING, BROTHERS!

if you’re interested in interacting with a brand new ( kind of remade - ) TIBARN from fire emblem radiant dawn !!! then this blog is the blog for you !

                       “CORRUPT NEITHER THE BODY NOR MIND,” they cried!

         ——-since the time of roland, this has been the dominant ideology of ostia!

❝ How did you get that scar? ❞

❝ Do you have any scars? ❞

❝ Someone told me about your scars. ❞

❝ Show me your scars. ❞

❝ I need to see them. ❞

❝ Why are you hiding them from me? ❞

❝ They’re nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

❝ They’re beautiful. ❞

❝ They’re a story of where you came from. ❞

❝ I don’t want to talk about them. ❞

❝ They’re ugly. They make me feel ugly. ❞

❝ How can anyone feel beautiful with scars like these? ❞

❝ Oh, this? I got it as a kid. ❞

❝ They’re reminders of where I’ve been. ❞

❝ Why do you want to see them so badly? ❞

❝ I told you not to touch them! ❞

❝ Touch them. ❞

❝ Let me touch them. ❞

❝ It’s a story that says I survived. ❞

❝ It’s from surgery. ❞

❝ I still have the scars to prove it. ❞

❝ I used to self-harm. ❞

word   prompts   /    accepting    /    @arydbhar​

                mercedes laughs at dimitri.

        she couldn’t help it. not when he looked like that, covered in flour, the partly ashamed, partly incredulous look he gave her under snow - dusted features.    (   like a child awaiting reprimand   —-   )   she couldn’t stop the laughter that sputtered out from her lips, unladylike  +   raw. 

it was nice of him to try and be of some help to her, she’d been baking all day, and the heat from the brick oven was nearly exhausting her. though, when she had asked him to fetch her the flour   —-   his unbridled strength popped that bag like a balloon, resulting in their current, quite hilarious situation. 

“  oh my   —-   don’t worry about it   !  “  quickly, she attempts to compose herself, her palm silencing any more chortles in order to at least try to save what little remained left of his pride. however, a loving expression meets her eyes, and her smile, though cloaked, shines throughout her whole face. he is   —-   adorable.

delicate hands discard mitts and begin cleaning him up, an excess dishrag serving as a towel. she’s efficient, starting from his torso, ridding a substantial amount of the ingredient from his clothes.   (  they’d still need washing.    )   mercedes works higher, hand rubbing at his chest, repeating the same motion. it’s not until she reaches his neck where she realizes their situation. how   —-   incredibly close they’ve gotten. 

her heart jumps into her throat. her hand slows. feather - light eyelids raise in something akin to horror, a fear of what she might have started.   (   a fear of the desire to finish it.   )   oh, but she’s not thinking. her heart pounds in her ears, crowds her thoughts, shoves her under malignant depths   —-   she didn’t dare breathe. suddenly, she is hyper - aware of many things. the gentle rise   +   fall of his chest underneath her hand, and if she could hear anything else other than her own, she could feel the pulse of his heart in her palm. she sees the hitch in his throat, his nervous swallow. she notices his eye, deep blue   +   stark against the white mess covering his face. she could lose herself in that ocean. she knows she’s being held under.  and, theres a crazy voice that’s telling her to stay. 

another hand, bare   +   tentative, it fits snugly into the full of his cheek. a place it’s been before, met with familiar warmth, though searing all the same.  (   there’s no time to think of what she’s doing, her mind has no control over it.   )  three more beats pass. blood tints her ears a bright pink, her eyes peer up at him with a stare she can’t break. her thumb wanders to his mouth, resting at the center of his bottom lip. she pauses to memorize this. no simple snapshot will do   —-   she notes the feeling, the place, him. digit slowly grazes farther, uncovering his skin from misplaced flour. and, when her neck leans forward, she thinks she might do something unforgivable, something dangerous   ——

she is saved by the bell. 

the egg timer erupts, and mercedes’ hands leave him like she’d been burned.  (   her face sure feels like it.   )  and, her expression quickly shapes into something extremely readable, like she had only now realized her actions.   “  .  .  .  th-  the cupcakes  !  “  frazzled, fragmented words exit her lips as she hurriedly nabs her excuse to focus on something else. there’s an apology on her tongue. she doesn’t release it. 

.word   prompts     /    accepting    /    @arydbhar

            touch     -    mercedes rests her head against dimitri’s. 

      “   you’re okay.   “   these words are short, although a wave of calm follow them.    “   you’re okay, dimitri.   “    mercedes coos, hands tentatively reaching for his, carefully, as if not to provoke a beast. she wouldn’t dare say it’s okay    —–   she wasn’t a liar. nothing was okay. not by any normal standard.   (   she worried about the other’s definition of the word. she wonders if they’ll ever feel it.   )    though, she’s here, and whatever may fall upon her dearest friends, she will continue to be there. she will heal. she will protect. 

she kneels before him, trying to breach through impenetrable walls; to give him some sort of tactile evidence she was real, that she was there. dainty fingers run circles onto his hands, as if she could rub away the grime that doesn’t fade, the scars that’ll always stay.   “   look at me.   “   her voice barely leaves her lips.   (   she’s a ghost of a woman, now.   )    “   dimitri    —–   “  his head is too loud, she knows that. he can’t hear her. she can’t muster up enough spirit to raise her voice.

mercedes peels his hands from his face, a gentle grip around his wrists. easily, he could free himself from her shackles, although there are invisible ties elsewhere. his left hand, she places on her cheek, it’s cold. it’s near lifeless. dimitri   —-  he looks the same. dulled eyes notice subtle intricacies   .   .   .   blue lips, his left eye that’s been rubbed raw, the echoes of frantic scratching on his neck, his jaw.    (   she wouldn’t show her pain. she needn’t it mistaken for pity.   )   instead, her eyes are gleaming under sunlit lashes and full with the hope she wishes for him to see. she guides his spare hand to her neck.   (    he could rip her to shreds.   )   she sheds her body heat, a flame for them to share. 

she’s looking at him again. this time, she’s searching for something.   (   the lack of something.   )   she’s committed his face to memory. the nuances of his mannerisms, the transition betwixt his expressions. she wishes to know the answers, but she doesn’t. and, to ask one to speak their mind    —-   it is a plea of devotion. even the thought is enough to make her tremble. she is a sour imitation, although it beats the alternative. 

gingerly, their temples meet. she can feel his palms beginning to heat up, his breath regulating again. perhaps he’s nervous. she can only imagine.    “   dimitri.   “  mercedes calls again, voice honeyed and whispered. ocean eyes peer into him, and he’s finally looking back. her thumb grazes over his knuckles“  i’m here.  “  her voice fails her. it cracks. it stumbles. it breaks.    +   with it, so does her facade.

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

❛ —so, my little miscalculation, i will erase you & leave no trace remaining…!❜                                                    ❛ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ!❜