Glory come to those who seize it.

Lead Singer of Linkin Park, Chester Bennington, Has Died

The mention of clothing gave him the opening he needed. It’d be a long shot, but he’d taken far more dangerous risks. Clawing back his composure, he rested an arm over Quinn’s shoulder - as far away from Valor as physically possible - and nodded in the direction of the palace.

“Three tailors. Fourteen walk-in wardrobes. Five of those god-awful Piltovian sewing devices. And enough silk to make a rainbow that spans the whole courtyard. What makes you think we can’t find something that fits perfectly?”

He strode away and towards the castle once more, before turning with a flourish to present his hand to the bemused scout. His smile could’ve guided ships as he beckoned Quinn closer.

“it’s your choice. Why not unwind for a night?”

Attaboy, he thought. Knock ‘em dead.

She was going to try to snake in another excuse – no, another reason – that she wouldn’t be able to go to this nice dinner with her prince, beyond the obvious, I am simply unworthy of your presence, Your Grace. She might have even said no, given the chance or given the guts, whichever fit first. 

But he swept away from her, and suddenly that warmth on her shoulders left and this made her feel empty. His flourish of a hand to help her to her feet swept her breath away like an enthrallment of an Ionian gumiho’s pawn. Momentarily, even, she forgot she had a bird in her lap with a small amount of burrs still in his feathers. (He squawked and hopped off as she rose to her feet.)

After all this, the scout could only manage a stunned nod, eyes wide as a child’s on Snowdown.

Taking her by the hand and whisking her along in his trail, the pair haphazardly weaved their way through the ever bustling courtyard. With every sharp sidestep around a maid hurriedly passing by the Prince reflexively tightened his grip, both ensuring his companion for tonight remained closeby and most likely dragging her headlong into half the palace’s staff.

Not that he was paying much attention, oh no, for Jarvan had places to be and plans to put together. That sly smile surfaced once more as his mind raced through the wonders a man with everything could offer a girl like her. After swinging his new guest into the other half of the palace’s staff (for good measure), the pair finally slowed as they reached the nearest tailor’s hall.

Not a single word left the Prince’s mouth. It didn’t need to. 

With little more than a glance, dozens of hands sprung into action. The air became filled with the now-familiar hum of hextech as their sewing devices flared into motion. Exotic fabrics and silks from the four corners of Valoran sailed through the air as they were tossed from craftsmen to craftsmen. A small band of young maids slowly approached the scout, waiting patiently for her approval, all while brandishing far more tape measures than can be considered necessary. 

“These fine ladies and gentlemen are now at your beck and call. Whatever dress, blouse, gown or garment you could dream of can be made within these four walls. Simply ask, and it shall be done and it shall be yours to keep.”

He finally turned to face Quinn once more, seeing the wide-eyed wonder sweep over her. Something about the way she stared in awe warmed his heart - the cautious stares, slowly opening up to the world he had to offer. And he saw that smile, the smile that he so rarely saw cross the faces of those who toiled on the front lines.

i love modern fire emblem despite some of its flaws and issues

i love tellius to death, like fr its my favorite part of the series

but, but, nothing has ever gone as hard as the GBA General animations