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Gina about to write her first lewd, colorized

“/Do/ you? Because from where I’m standing you’re flailing like a fish out of water!”

Cue the puppy eyes and pout. Her feelings are “hurt” !

punisher max.  accepting.

@literani.

     the air smells of orange and sugar, and the skies overhead are filled with wispy clouds tinged with pink and sepia. the evening approaches them quickly; scheduling meetings between the two of them, grand emperor and prime minister, was already hard enough —- but add the slowly shrinking hours of the day as the seasons inevitably shift from long days to shorter ones, and that makes things even harder. he’d come up to her quarters after supper for tea and a brief discussion about whispers of discomfort from some noble houses. but, admittedly, it was mostly for the tea.

     he’d brought some fresh bergamont, picked up off the pier just this morning. edelgard’s favourite, as he’s so learned.

     as she voices her frustrations, he brings the cup to his lips and drinks. a gentle sip, enough to warm his throat.          ❝  —there are some people who are not ready for that, despite all that you have accomplished. who are not ready for you. there will always be people that reject you and our cause, edelgard. no matter the face you show, it will not be enough to please every soul. i expect that you know this.  ❞           the emperor watches him with that hawk-like stare of hers, waiting for him to continue. her gaze quips and…? and so he’s prompted to go on, setting the cup back down on its saucer with a quiet clink and a steady, unwavering hand.

                 ❝  you may show the world a face not made by god, but you must also show the world that you are more capable, more reliable, and more trustworthy than the god you intend to replace. in many ways, you must become their new god.  ❞

     it is his duty to help guide her and aide her on her path —- to set the stage for their new world, a place of unification and equality. it is his duty to provide his emperor with the best and strongest advice he can muster, and he takes his duties very seriously. he is ferdinand von aegir after all, the noblest of nobles, a man valued for his earnest, unguarded honesty. and he will smile into the rim of his teacup as he picks it up once more, noting the beginnings of displeasure in her eyes at his remarks.  ( he may be tasked with giving his advice, but he doesn’t always have to give advice that she likes. )  ferdinand muses softly around the cup, a quip to lighten the mood.

some ask meme

The world was full of monsters, and he was the worst of them. He raged against the system, against the atrocities, against her– but where had that gotten him? Alone, bled dry, worse than when he had begun as he had ripped his own humanity out for a beast did not need such things. Humanity served no purpose when hunting the things that went bump in the night, had no place in an undeserving heart. Dimitri had killed himself surely, certainly, and in doing so he understood.

From one monster to another he understood, and no matter how voices shrieked with that understanding came something… human. Salvaged from fractious pieces, from broken parts, from unholy beast who had coated himself in gore and blood, wearing it as a grim sort of armour as he had hunted her down. He was not alive, but he was not dead; was not human, but something in him was even yet. Dimitri wished for a better world, to atone, and he understands now.

Murder– revenge– was not the answer.

When he looks at Edelgard, this sister of his, he sees himself as much as he sees the tyrant she has become. They are the same, they wish for the same, but they are so very different despite it. It draws aching sigh from him at those words, lance clutched in strong grip, wounded sound escaping.

“The world is cruel, El.” Somber resignation, lone eye affixing her with such vast sorrow. Even yet voices wail and demand her head, demand their retribution, headache twisting within his skull as he ignores them because perhaps he is not better than that but… but he wants to be. He hopes one day he might be. “But it is also beautiful, and kind, and full of love even if people like us… we do not deserve it, I suppose.” After what they had done? All they had wrought? They were not good people, monsters of the worst sort, and yet–

“So allow me to love you with this wretched heart, and together we might yet find a means to help this land and our people without this needless slaughter.” And so he reached, gloved hand offered as the dead raged against him violently. “Sister,” he sighs with broken urgency, face twisting in such open grief as she knelt before him wallowing in her loss. “There is no victory in your dying and I– do not make me kill you, I beg of you. Stand at my side, help me give the people the strength they need to prosper and… perhaps, together, we might leave this world better than we found it.”

❝  yeah  now  that’s  more  like━━━ ❞