little lion girl.

❝   oh,   do not worry about it one bit.   you may be as messy as you like;   i am not particularly attached to my hair,   beyond at the scalp.   ❞   a poor joke,   but it shades a certain truth.   his hair is merely a grim reminder of the past five years,   nothing more.   he settles into the chair,  gathering up the loose pleats at his front.   ❝   i noticed you do not tie yours with a ribbon.   how do you get it to stay so securely ?   ❞

❝   leonie,   can you show me how you tie your hair like that ?   mine keeps getting in my way.   ❞

@sauinese​  //  dialogue starter

physical contact starters | accepting | @listlesscholar.

         “ hey, it’s no big deal.  you didn’t mean it, linhardt. ”  leonie stares down at the tiny scar left behind by the cut.  her thumb brushes over its bumps and valleys, exploring the details of the line of scar tissue.  it’s small, but not insignificant — likely around 3 inches long across the curve of her shoulder.  certainly it bled when the tip of the lance pierced her skin, and it hurt like the wrath of the goddess in the moment.  but the scar is jagged like lightning, so she can’t help but admire its cool shape despite the pain it caused.  linhardt was gracious enough to heal it, so his near - scary screw - up doesn’t really matter anyways.  

         “ hey, edelgard, think you could show me some techniques with an axe one day?  when you aren’t so busy with house leader stuff, or imperial princess stuff. ”  leonie looks on with amber eyes and head tilted, brows raised in her wonder.  naturally, such a request couldn’t go unrewarded, or without an offer of something good in reciprocation — it’s against leonie’s nature not to give back to the person who gives.  “ if you don’t wanna learn any lance or archery, maybe instead, i can fetch you something at the marketplace in return!  on me, of course. ”

unprompted chaos, always accepting, @stormsiris.

         truly, due to the nature of her upbringing, leonie sees nothing wrong with her habit.  collect others’ leftovers, their trash, and turn them into meaningful trinkets to give to friends, or useful items that could come in handy during hunting and fishing trips.  metal scraps turned into fishing hooks, saving old, scribbled - in notebooks as campfire starters, turning broken hairbands into tiny slingshots to practice her aim with.  

         despite the usefulness of these things, it does make for an absolute catastrophe in leonie’s room on the days she’d spend hours just digging through other people’s things.  perhaps that was something that leonie couldn’t help wasting in this situation:  time.  there are several materials scattered everywhere, a half - rusted lance beside her ( open can of oil included! she intends on cleaning up the weapon, she swears ), and two full garbage bags full of goddess knows what behind her.  “ brail, does my hobby really bother you so much?  honestly, it’s not like i’m forcing you to look, ” leonie snaps, orange brows lowered in mild irritation.  her gaze lingers on him now that she’s ceased what she’s doing to stare.  he’s taken a single look into her space and criticized her without any hint as to what she’s actually doing, and that doesn’t settle well in her stomach — like a mixture of oil and water.