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When Olivia had wrapped up her dance and gotten off-stage, Morgan brought out a stool as Noire had requested. He simply hoped she wouldn’t get too nervous.

“Next is an archer who is also a singer who doesn’t need any backing instruments at all! Everyone please welcome Noire!”

This time, he had no music he needed to prepare, so he watched and listened to her from offstage.

I’M INSIDE MY HEAD NOW.

the plague dogs starters

HER WORDS RING IN YOUR HEAD LOUDER THAN ANYTHING. If you were not so promptly bitten away at by fear, you might have tried to claw away with your ears just to try and silence it. It unnerves you, the sudden rush of it all. Bad memories. Bad place. You’re not there anymore, but this place is just not that place yet. It could be someday. This could all be in vain. How dreadful. What a terrible thing to realize.

Your heart skips a beat. Maybe two or three. You can’t really know for certain, it feels as if everything wrests your heart nowadays. Have you ever been able to relish in a steady beat? Who knows. You’re used to it. What you will never grow used to is the impending sense of doom.

     “ W-Who is coming? Who?! ”  Thieves, Pirates, Risen..?! Every option compounds in your head and you’re even more frantic than before. This won’t get answers out of her.

A shaky breath. Your hand is drawn to your beaststone  ( You really wish this wasn’t an impulse. You really wish you didn’t need to use this one. But there’s no other option. No other way to protect yourself. )  you grip it tightly, ready to shift at a moment’s notice. You level your head– or that’s what you wish you could do, you’re just holding yourself back –shouting at her will only make the both of you panic more. Even if you lose your mind at the implication of danger, you’ve got some sense in that head of yours. Enough to consider her own feelings while yours consume you.

BIRTH!!! | accepting!

       “oh---! thank you, noire.” despite the lack of eye contact (which he doesn’t fault her for, of course) he’s flashing her a smile, taking the offered tome and quickly glancing it over out of curiosity. though once mentioning that it was tharja’s and it had it’s uses, uncertainty can’t help but sink in.

Aight but Noire thinking of Maribelle like a second mom, but the strongest mom ♡

       He hums gently, tunelessly, in the back of his throat -- ostensibly, mulling over Noire’s words. And it aches, of course it does, but the empathy is -- ( a dark world, a cold one, lifeless and too bereft to grieve ) -- well. He can’t be the only one who worries they might be crushed under the weight of truly understanding the scope of loneliness. There are better things to do here than commiserate; Inigo feels his lips part, gentle and warm ( maybe, one day, warm enough to live up to the example he strives to follow -- warm enough to get a smile in return ) and he lets his heart focus its entire attention on Noire. 

       ❛ I’m starting to believe that we are not meant for loneliness. Or solitude. ❜ His more trademark ( easier ) lasciviousness is absent in his tone -- it’s soft, throughout, and when he holds out a hand for her to take, there’s no pressure in the gesture. ❛ My sincerest hope that you never know loneliness again. ❜ 

❝So the main ingredients you want in here are spinach, lettuce, and kale, okay? After that, you can add veggies like carrots or red onions, but stuff like sunflower seeds, almonds, and those sorts of things will also add more iron.❞

If there was anyone to go to in order to make sure that you were getting a healthy diet, it would be Yarne. Gods knew that he was obsessed with that. Noire was a good friend, so, of course, he wanted to see if there was any way for him to help her maintain her health a little better. As far as he was concerned, the quickest way to help with an iron deficiency was a good salad.