#crestologies

CYRIL IS GONNA MAKE HIM CRY

          “ I’ve allowed you in here on my own accord, Mr. Hevring, “ Voice stern as you crossed your arms / you eyed him carefully. ( despite your voice, your eyes were soft. you didn’t like to get mad. ) “ That means I would greatly appreciate playing by my rules - at least a little. “ Finally, you’d lower your arms ; this time, your hands going into the pockets of your skirt. And instead of looking so mad, you flashed a grin.

@crestologies​​ || Tension Symbols: your muse brushes my muse’s hair

🎀 the boys grooming each other :3

          At times, how long his hair had become still surprised him when looking in the mirror. It wasn’t the once tidy, carefully tended to style he had kept up the majority of his life ––– whether by choice or by force. So how to care for it was a task that Ferdinand had slowly begun familiarizing himself with as the war raged on. Yet it was still strange territory, and he knew that if he had seen Dorothea lately she would take it upon herself to scold him for it. Or at least, that’s what he’s imagined in his mind several times whenever he’d twist one of the locks between his fingers.

          So it’s comforting to feel the comb brush through his hair. It snags on his loose curls every now and then, but Ferdinand manages nothing more than a slight wince as it tugs. He holds a navy blue ribbon in his hands and runs his thumb along the smooth silk of it. It was strange to be doted on in such a manner, especially since it was Linhardt.

          In a way, it reminded him of how some of the girls would sneak off to spend time in each others dorm rooms. Quick whispers of them doing their nails, makeup, hair, and even sleepovers. He fully anticipated the sleeping part on Linhardt’s behalf, but he didn’t expect them to each try tending to one another. Typically it seemed that Linhardt didn’t usually put in extra effort unless it was required of him, and perhaps he thought Ferdinand’s hair looked so unruly that he decided to expend so much energy. But regardless, he is thankful.

✧ Just cute little things | sentence starters [ x ] - Accepting

@crestologies​ asked: “This is your favorite, right?”

                                             @crestologies​     /    LIKED

                    FOREHEAD   CREASED   SLIGHTLY   ,   LIP   WORRIED     between   his   teeth   &   was   he   not   bend   over   a   pile   of   notes   in   a   reclusive   corner   of   the   library   ,   dimitri   would   worry   it   might   look   ridiculous   .   it   still   does   ,   he   is   sure   ,   running   a   hand   through   his   hair   in   equal   parts   frustration   &   exhaustion   harldy   helps   .

                  ❛     this   makes   no   sense     .     ❜     slumping   back   in   his  seat   ,   bottom   lips   protrudes   in   an   almost   pout   that   he   would   vehemntly   deny   later   .   for   once   ,   dimitri’s   head   hurts   for   reasones   other   than   the   evasiveness   of   sleep   .    ❛     how   any   of   this   is   logical   to   you   eludes   me   entirely   . . .     ❜

“ don’t flatter yourself. they follow everybody. ” // @crestologies​ — meme

color rushed to the princess’ face as she tried to bite back a squeak of surprise at the voice. after all, it was unbecoming for the heir to the imperial throne to be caught crouching on the ground, her hand out to one of the stray cats that inhabited garreg mach. and to be caught by lindhardt... well, that was probably one of the better options. he didn’t care much for idle gossip, not about things that were as ‘uninteresting’ as this.

“the ugly truth is bittersweet. so dress it up in fancy clothes, but we both know how this goes.”

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