"Oh no, it’s supposed to be like that. You see ~ ?”

She has indeed ruptured the plating on his leg somewhat, but with a proper bend of the knee, the other plates pull back to join it, exposing the barrel of the revolver cannon — and Durga’s sinister grin.

Teal ❧ Are there any particular blogs you like to linger on?

I totally hang out on the Condesce’s blog because her autoplay is fricking RAD.

Copper ❧ What do you think your character’s reputation is in Citta?

FAIL

blazekicks replied to your post:✁ tony or tony

i love how you sent it to yourself a+ meru

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

    “Colour me surprised. I didn’t think princesses could be thrown in jail.”

    Nina couldn’t help but grin at the look Lucina gave her as they snuck their way around the prison, making sure the guards didn’t catch whim of their escape. They had to be sneaky about this, or both of them would be in deep trouble.

    Though Nina was slightly impressed that someone like the princess of Ylisse could even do something that would get her thrown into prison. Well, it wasn’t entirely Lucina’s fault - she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

    Once the guards had passed, they quickly made their way out. They could hear the alarms blaring in the background, which only caused the redhead to pull the other girl forward and accelerating her speed.

    Somehow, they had managed to escape, and Lucina stopped for a minute to catch her breath.

    “Thank you, Nina.” She finally said after a few moments of silence. The girl simply gave her an odd, half grin as she patted her on the back.

The Challenger:What is the most misleading character trait about your muse?

Lucina is “too serious” and that she is always negative. She is negative, but Lucina is also a symbol of hope and light. She’s negative because she comes from a dark future, but she isn’t negative all the time.

In fact I wouldn’t even really call her negative? She’s just… Serious because she has to be. She’s the second gen’s leader after all, and she has to make sure Grima is stopped for good.

    “Mommy, daddy!”

    Her parents looked away from what they were doing when they heard Lucina’s tiny feet running towards them. She skid to a stop in front of them, trying to catch her breath from all of that running.

    Chrom chuckled, leaning down so they were at the same height. “Yes, Lucina? You seem to be in a hurry.”

    “Daddy, you said that if I wanted something, all I had to do was ask, riiight?” The little girl rocked back and forth on her feet with a grin on her face. Chrom gave her a weary smile, trying to choose his words wisely.

    “Well, yes… It depends on what you want.” Robin simply shook her head at him. Honestly, he spoiled Lucina way too much.

    “I want a younger sibling!”

    Her mother dropped the book that was in her hands and Chrom’s face heated up in an instant. The two adults exchanged glances before looking back at the princess, who continued to rock back and forth on her feet.

    “Lucina,” Robin began to say as she leaned down to pick the book up. “That… Request might need to be put on hold for now. The process is a… Complicated procedure and your father and I are very busy at the moment.”

    At Lucina’s pout, Chrom sighed and patted her on the head. “Maybe one day, Lucina.”

    “Ooookay.” Lucina sighed in annoyance before smiling. “I want a younger sister, though! Boys are icky because Owain is icky.”

    Before her parents could answer, Frederick popped his head in to alert the young princess that it was time for her studying to begin. With a groan, the princess waved goodbye to her parents and joined Frederick’s side, who led her to the study.

    Chrom sighed a breath of relief as Robin laughed gently at his face. “Maybe she’s lonely?”

    “Perhaps, but we have other worries on our hands,” Chrom said, looking in the direction Lucina went to. Perhaps this was her way of telling them she was lonely. They needed to spend more time with their daughter. “We’ll arrange a family outing for us, after we confront your father tomorrow.”