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@fateforeseen​ asked: 👫

Lucina is one of the few people he will take his mask off for, though even then it’s when they’re alone. The mask is really to hide his feelings and...well, he can’t hide what he feels for her anymore. He wants her to see the real him.

He really needs her optimism. Gerome is ready to really do whatever is necessary to fulfill their mission and it’s a grim burden they all carry. Lucina helps bring him out of that and reminds him of his humanity.

Minerva loves Lucina. She always gets so happy when she’s around cause she knows Lucina makes Gerome happy and she is so worried for him!

APHRODITE.   laughter-loving.   sweet smiles.   dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair.  sees the world as a runway.   unapologetically sexual.   the sea washing their ankles.   in love with love.   stirrer of passion.   cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers.  doves.  revolution in their kiss.  delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.  strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.  this is how to be a heartbreaker.   wants to be adored. 

APOLLO.     glitz and glamour.   art galleries.   turning the volume up.   being made of gold.  neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight.   the powerful urge to create.   collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of wonderwall.  playing multiple instruments.   tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.   speaking in prophecies.   smile mingled with wrath.   shunning lies.  sporting shades.  hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.  arrow to the heart.   paintbrushes.   probably has a tinder account.

ARES.   armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.  gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.   blood on their hands and face.  willing to fight the world for the ones they love.   fights against injustice.   warm hugs. well worn combat boots.   boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.   fist raised in protest.   ignites revolutions.   fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.   exhausted.   damaged goods. force to be reckoned with.   red roses.  curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.    keen sense of a hunter.  freckles like constellations on their skin.   piercing eyes.  disheveled braid.   moonlight peeking through the shadows.   the calm of the forest at night.  lying on the grass and staring at the stars.   mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.   the moon shimmering on a still lake.   quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.   running with wolves.   bonding while circled around a campfire.  not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.  patience on 3%.  touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.   discerning gaze.   unreadable face.   quiet museums.  owl perched on their finger.   armour that intimidates.  eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.   big fan of logic.   loves brain teasers.   ancient buildings.  sweaters in neutrals and cool colors.   hair done up.   can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research.   sharpened pencils.  abs that can cut steel.  stoic statues.   pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil covered hands.   smile that can bloom flowers.   skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends.   flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.   leaves rustling in the wind.   stalks of wheat.   picking fruit.   greenhouses.  heart as strong as a mountain.   values simplicity.  daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers.   folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.   pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk shitposter.   on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second.  seductive smirks.   untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin.   sleek furred panthers.   theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.   rose caught between their teeth.   being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines.   inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.   rolls of film.   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.   pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS.    the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow.   flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind.   broad shoulders.   steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes.  ashes.   striking a match.   blueprints for future projects.   fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.   wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.  wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.   huge jackets.   crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.   pain is fuel. stack of weaponry.   even their muscles have muscles.

HERA.     resting bitch face.   dressed to the nines.   cows grazing on a pasture.   cool rain.  loving and hating fiercely.   hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals.  plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.  romance to realism.  pictures of the sky while flying on a plane.   files that under fuck it.  downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded.   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.   dark eyes that penetrate your soul.   marble and gold.

HERMES.     devil - may - care smile.   always up - to - date on the latest technology.   will steal your french fries.  does it for the vine.   shitposter.   puts googly eyes on everything.   meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway.   ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.   fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.  goes jogging in the morning.  mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON.    storm with skin.  colorful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore.  stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.   tousled locks.   clothes smeared with paint.   owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.  leather jackets.  fondness for diy projects.  handwriting that flows across the page.   nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.   mood as ever - changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle.  compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES.    walking home alone in the early morning.  back alleys.   drinking alone in a graveyard.  crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism.   crows picking a carcass.   untended dead flowers.  the black sheep of the family.   black coffee.   money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties.   blood on your shirt collar.   dust illuminated by sunlight.   classical music.   dogs are better than people.   a quiet wrath.   shady business deals.   taking what you are owed.   paint it black.  seasonal affective disorder.   popping the suit collar.  grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS.     thunder in their heart.  running on coffee.   flash of lightning.   unnatural charisma.   eloquence.   badass in a nice suit.   an aficionado of history.  force of nature.  lennyface.  nightmare - filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist.   high - rise buildings.   planes soaring through a cloudless sky.   technician on the piano.   maintains order.  strong handshake.  juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

          It had taken a bit of searching and asking around before he finds her, but once he does a light smile places itself onto his features. While he’s uncertain of the extent of what the future holds he can tell that her reality is not easy. Even the fact that she’s here now in the past has him doubting that she’s finding any sort of peace to her situation. So he takes it upon himself, as her father and even a friend, to attempt brightening her day even if it’s only for a moment.

Gerome could feel the steady rise and fall of Lucina’s breathing as he held her to his chest. Like so many previous nights, theirs was ending with them cradled to each other, his hand idly stroking her hair as words flowed freely between them in this space they’d carved out for themselves. 

She found herself moving swiftly, clashing into his chest and wrapping her arms around his torso- much as she had done as a child. This day was one that weighed so incredibly heavy upon her heart in years past, but for now it didn’t have to. He was here, solid and real before her- and she would do anything to insure that fate be changed. “Happy birthday, father.” (I’m late but I had to)

Birthday Shenanigans, never late~ | @fateforeseen​

It slips his mind that Lucina and the others are technically children. Well, they are almost adults in age but looking at how their childhood was ripped away from them, they all had to grow up faster to survive. Of course, each of them had a wish, even trivial they may be, they hope to make it true. 

Seeing Lucina dashing at him, his mind went blank, fear started to build up in his chest. What could possibly make her run this fast and all of a sudden hug him like that? It reminded him of their first time when she revealed herself. His instincts were yelling at him to DESTROY whatever that made her in this state--fatherly instinct (which he thought he might behind since he does not what it entails from him.)

“--Lucina!?What happened!?” his arms quickly wrapped around her, ready to shield her from whatever that scared her or hurt her. It might be a little dramatic of her part but when she congratulated him, his body loosened up, shoulders sank when he realized why she had to run like this. For her, this--him and being with him is...impossible--he DIED, well, his older future him. Surely, she never thought she could celebrate any of his birthdays or her mother’s again so this definitely means a lot to her. 

@fateforeseen​​​​ asked: 16, 7, & 5 for gerome

5. how easily does your muse fall in love?

Not easily at all. A lot of his connections you see him talk about in his supports is like, he got a crush when he was a kid. Growing up, he’s very much closed himself off to others. So unless you’re one of his core friends from his childhood days, it’s very hard.

7. would your muse ever get married?

mmmmm not during the game’s events. Afterward, when everything is settled, and if it’s with the right person, yes.

16. does your muse believe in soulmates?