#duskofendflame

@duskofendflame

Don't ask how their hair works - they're convinced it's got a mind of its own tbh.

From who knows where, he produces a rather squishy looking (and crudely wrapped) present, opening her hands gently and placing it in them, "It's not much, but I wanted to make you something! The eyes might be a little uh... lopsided," He cringes at the thought of the poor little stuffed dragon inside of the package, one eye hanging far below the other, "But happy birthday anyway! It's the thought that counted I suppose!"

“Brother!” Elise giggles happily as he spins her around, continuing to squeeze him in a hug for a few seconds even after her feet find the ground again. She tilts her head a bit as she steps back, watching as he takes the present, her face lighting up when she realizes it’s for her.

She takes the present into her hands as carefully as she can, eagerly unwrapping it before he even has a chance to finish his explanation. 

“I wanted to make you something!”

Elise stares into the little plush dragon’s lopsided eyes as the words sink in. She would’ve loved it no matter what— stuffed animals are adorable and she loves all of them (plus it would hurt their little plushie feelings if she didn’t like them and she doesn’t want that)— but the fact that Corrin made it. For her…

“WAAAAHHHH THIS IS THE BEST PLUSHIE TO EVER EXIST IN THE HISTORY OF EVERRRRR!!” She launches herself back at her brother, hugging both him and the dragon almost painfully tightly. Not the most mature adult look, but she gave up on trying not to cry after about 5 seconds.

The cold had only subsided for a moment before they were tossed back into the cold. The company she had was not of the talkative sort making the trip that much longer. Weiss in particular who had not so much as spoken a word when she had joined, she almost appeared out of nowhere. At the very least there was comfort that she didn't seem like her brother. She hadn't seen anyone like the two, no Ilians anyway, aside from the curious one she had chanced upon the ship. Ephidel as she recalled. Were they from that town of Ilia as well?

Lilina holds her arms tightly to her to trap any heat from whatever warmth the tavern might have provided them. She glances toward the other two from the original shipwrecked party. Though she knew Edelgard as the house leader, she had little information to go off beyond that. Corrin she had little information about at all. And as they delve deeper into Ilia's small villages and coves, Lilina herself was like a stranger to the country as well. If anything, so long as they leave with their lives, it served as an learning opportunity all around.

They arrive at the entrance framed by a structure dusted in ice and snow. Nothing seemingly out of the ordinary, yet, though Lysander's words echo in her mind. Condemned. For what, she wonders.

Spinning to face her party she starts, "This is the last chance to turn back to the tavern. Otherwise, we will press on."

Fingers lean down to grip the axe attached to her hip that she has come to rely on this trip. May the Saint herself, no, she pauses mid-thought, may her father watch over her. Even if her faith and knowledge of the Saint had wavered, she had the motivation to honor the Ostian name.

witch's accord round 3 starter for @duskofendflame

He approaches his final 'opponent' with his usual, cheer and confidence. The game had been a fun distraction from piles of classwork, even if he was losing pretty badly. At least by the games rules. He was sure the lovely miss Patty would be more than worth it though.

"Hey! Uh, professor? It's Sylvain, you teach some of our class swordplay, right?" What an interesting twist. He hasn't personally attended any of the man's classes, his own goals lying elsewhere but... would it not be egregiously cruel for a professor to betray their student. "Looks like we've both been on our best behaviour today. Glad to see it!"

"I hope you wouldn't betray me. It would be pretty senseless seeing as you wouldn't even gain any extra candy..." Sylvain opens his hand, three candies rolling in his palm. There really was nothing much to gain, aside from his total defeat of course. Hopefully he can appeal to the professor's better nature. "As for me, I guess I'd gain more from betraying but... it'd feel pretty bad. Especially as I can't win anyway. Don't have enough candy to start with. So all I'd really be doing is denying you your dues."

Sylvain twists his face into a frown. The kind one makes as a reaction to disgust, as if a stink bug crawled right under his nose. Perhaps it's a touch exaggerated but he really wants to be believed this time. Last round with Selena's obvious distrust of him maybe stung a little bit more than he'd like to admit.

"I only wish you would have told me!"

The surprise on Niles’ face is notable, just for a moment, but subtle. The slight widening of his visible eye is all there is. Niles isn’t unhappy to see the prince, and so a slight smile forms on his face at the sight of him. “I didn’t think to tell most people I was leaving, so don’t take it personally, Lord Corrin.” He sounds genuinely apologetic, a point in favor of his acting skills no doubt, but the amusement on his face gives away the fact that he is only teasing.

"How'd you like to hear a bonafide horror story from Nohr, Sakura? It's really scary! Boo!"

AUTUMN PROMPTS 🍂 | still accepting!

👻 Our muses tell ghost stories around a campfire

(FLORA MY BELOVVEEEEDDD)

Different Kinds of Kisses Ask Meme - {Still Accepting}

As soon as the kiss is placed upon Flora's brow, the maid flusters and stumbles backward, her hand going to where Corrin's lips had just graced. "L-Lord Corrin!" Flora manages, voice trembling with a flurry of emotions. She looks up at him, grey eyes gazing upon him from beneath furrowed brows. How would a proper maid proceed after such attention?!

Flora quickly clears her throat and attempts to self-soothe, reminding herself of mantras she's learned to repeat in her head over the years. As she does so, the threat of an oncoming blizzard fades away and Flora takes one more steeling breath before properly responding. She curtsies and bows her head, smiling politely.

He sighs, taking a deep breath and finally running up to the woman. As far as he knew, she was a denizen of the city that lingered beneath their very feet even now. If that was true, then... he had to ask...

"Miss Sonya! Do you... I'm sorry this must sound so strange from someone you don't know but... do you know of a man who lives in Abyss... one who... seems to be quite lonely? Ugh, that does not seem very specific, but... I simply need to know...!"

A short reprieve on the surface - she is surprised by how easily it is to long for lighter skies only a few days after keeping to darkness. She isn't unaccustomed to a lack of sky over extended periods of time, but perhaps her new role of instructing underground is finally starting to set in. She will need to remind herself to take frequent breaks...both for her own enjoyment, as well as finding any familiar faces.

Her reflection is cut short by the call of a man, of whom she picks up a rather anxious tone from. He appears to be slightly younger than her, though if she is not wrong he is another faculty member, at least for the students above. A smidge cute, but not someone Sonya would really be interested in that way. Fortunately, he seemed to be skipping the pleasantries as well.

"The Abyss, hmm?" she starts off, questioning for a moment if disclosing information of below would land her in any potential trouble. She very quickly shoos those concerns aside, assuming that there is no harm if the other is already aware of the area. Besides, he seemed honest - and desperate - enough, so there was no point in toying with him. "It's as you say. Several men down there must be feeling lonely for one reason or another, though I wouldn't want to get friendly with that crowd."