#giftedxmage

@giftedxmage

“It has to be here.” Conrad said, feeling his heart sink into his stomach. It was dumb, and he didn’t really wear it anymore, but his mask was missing and it was like someone had stolen his armor just before a fight. He felt less confident already, knowing it was gone. And it really was gone.

He’d turned his entire rented room inside out looking for it. Nothing anywhere. Distressed, he took a moment to fist his right hand in his hair, and breathe. It was fine, probably. Maybe he just, left it back home with Anthiese? 

No, that wasn’t the truth and he knew it. 

He went downstairs, feeling distinctively like he was sulking (him! after all these years). “I’m sorry,” he asked his host hesitantly, “But have you seen a mask? It’s, white and black, and-

@cyanretainer

“Hmm, I know I have history in Gallia and that Ranulf is a man I hold in very high regard. It’s been a great privilege to fight along side him in darker times... although I’d also not wish to intrude on the bond he and Ike share.

To say nothing of the fact I couldn’t bear to see him loose his abilities as a Laguz if things became serious. That such couples have existed in the past is a true testament to the power of love.”

                                                                symbol headcanons! [ x ]

✎ - negotiate with my muse

it’s not that difficult to negotiate with mathilda; she’s very level-headed, and so long as you don’t make unreasonable requests, she’s more than willing to reach compromise. her entire life has more or less been one long string of compromises; not to say that she regrets her decisions or feels like she’s been short-changed, but she recognizes the importance of give and take when it comes to getting along with people ( in a family of 7 under one roof, it’s pretty necessary, especially when 6 of those 7 are girls ).

she’s had to do the same since joining the knights, and since forming the deliverance, too — though she may initially set the bar high to where she wants her standard to be in a decision-making process, she knows that, realistically, the final decision will usually be something in the middle of what she wants and what the other person wants, and she’s perfectly fine with this.

( in fact, if she were to 100% get her way, she would probably be surprised. she was quite a bit more ‘my-way-or-the-highway’ before she met clive; since being with him, she’s mellowed quite a bit. )

this has nothing to do with negotiating, but since you brought it up: mathilda knows about delthea’s attraction to clive. probably heard about it from clair, or just caught wind of it in general; she’s pretty good at staying in the know, even about things that don’t really concern her. she’s not troubled by it; if anything, she probably finds it cute, sort of like how one would find a schoolgirl crush to be endearing. she’s long past the point of considering anyone a “threat” to her relationship with clive, and trusts him wholeheartedly not to stray. 

Nino watched the fireworks with wide eyes. It reminded her of anima magic, and yet it was something completely different. She blinked at one of the bright flashes of light and saw a girl who looked about her age out of the corner of her eye.

A rose by any other name...

Claire smiled at the gift. “Why, this is absolutely lovely, Delthea!” The pegasus knight faltered for a moment, however.

[ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.

A storm must be comingin, thought Genny as she leaned heavily on her staff, blowing hair out ofher eyes for what seemed to be the thousandth time. The wind whipped it rightback into her face, smacking her tightly shut eyelids hard enough to sting alittle. With a groan, the healer entertained the fleeting thought of choppingit all off, but she knew the minute she did that she would regret it. Sheenjoyed her personal cheery pink cloud… when it wasn’t trying to murder hereyesight.

With another annoyed huff, she opened her eyes to see one ofthe girls from Alm’s party standing in front of her, a thoughtful look on herface. She opened her mouth to ask if she could do something, but the girl onlyraised a hand and tucked the offending bit of hair back behind Genny’s ear.

“You should try wearing a ponytail like me!” she said,before turning away, aforementioned ponytail swinging.

// DING DING DING DING DING that’s it that’s the ship totally unsinkable, a real titanic... ^^;

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She chuckles wryly. “And just how old do you think I am, hm?” Fun had, she sobers very quickly.

“Ask anyone who knew him and they will all say that Greil was a wonderful man, loving husband and father, brilliant teacher and a true force for good. Only the power of a god could come between the love he had for dear Elena...”

The paladin trails off, smiling faintly at an old memory.

“How funny, I, too, have fangs. Maybe I’m a dragon”