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"no elezen noble's asscheeks are safe again" what do you mean by that. what do you mea

headcanon symbol meme ( a random hc for @iernbone ) . // accepting

it is perhaps a bit of an understatement to say that those two had a rocky start but over time amaya grew to respect & appreciate artoirel . so much so in fact, that before ew they approached him for help .

see, amaya used to be a terribly shy person which people understood as them being polite but ever since becoming the wol they may or may not have been a bit lack with etiquette.

knowing they would soon visit old sharlayan & not wanting to embarrass the scions, amaya asked artoirel for help in teaching them just how to navigate a society like old sharlayan - how to hold polite & calm discussions with people who are so highly educated & seem so very... proper.

"..." 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌. So much for saying that he wouldn't properly guard the bread. His loyal nature ultimately gets the better of him, and he shakes his head at her when she draws nearer. "I'm afraid to say I can't let you have one. I'm... holding these for someone."

(    🐇   )               SHE POUTS,    A STOMP    of one of her legs is clear as she becomes grouchy over the denial of the snack    (    bread    !    she loves bread    )    but it does not stop her from    INCHING EVER CLOSER.

         <     WHO FOR    ?    YOU    have so much of it    .  .   can you not give a     little bit    of the bread to your    FAVOURITE SISTER    ?     >      

“these people?” amaya’s eyes quickly dart up towards artoriel. though they spoke quietly there was an edge to their voice - not something they meant to do but for quite a while now they could not get rid of it. one of their hands wander to their left side, knowing that underneath their fabric one could find a massive scar from when they fought nidhogg. 

by all accounts, they felt like the elezen’s sentiment came a bit too late. “let us not kid ourselves. this is much more convenient - sending one weapon into the field over several soldiers.” and in the end this is how things are: wherever trouble sweeps over the land, amaya is sent to. ‘the warrior of light - our weapon of light’ as one person had put it so eloquently. 

“would you prefer sending several men and women instead to do the tasks that I do? will you stand there, knowing several of them will not return? or get tempered by a primal?” they fall quiet once more, eyes cast down. no - as hard as artoriel is to read at times, reserves as he can be, amaya does not think he should be burdened with such things.

(    🐇   )                  (    🐇   )                 SHE’D BEEN AVOIDANT.    being adopted into house fortemps felt wrong after    she    and she alone failed haurchefant the way she had.   he took a blow meant for her and now he was dead.    the relationships she built within the house felt    .  .   torn to shreds in her despair over the situation.    sleep had been impossible,   having gone to the forgotten knight and instead taken up lodgings there.    it was hard to look edmont in the eye as it would be artoirel or emmanellain.   but    .  .    she wouldn’t be able to hide forever as much as she   WOULD HAVE LIKED    to.

SHE AIMS TO LEAVE,    to find alphinaud to devise a plan of action but instead    .  .    family seems to know where family lies    ;    eyes widening as upon her leave from the tavern,   atoriel himself stands outside.    oh.       <     .  .   HELLO.     >        she wishes him to be cross with her,  to be blamed as she blames    HERSELF    for the    LOSS OF HIS BROTHER.

She will kindly remove her hand from his hair, yes, but only after her all-important task is complete! The sight of Artoirel in admittedly minor disarray makes Laurel grin, the hint of a laugh bubbling behind the expression. A job well done!