#mementofloreo

"I'm sorry, my family must seem like a lot," she said, five siblings, both her parents. She might be the only member of the Demon Slayer or ... at this point former member of the Demon Slayer Corps that had all her family intact. That hadn't joined the Corps because she needed to avenge a family member.

Well she supposed there was Kyojuro who had been born into the profession and lost his mother through natural causes.

The garden at her family estate was lovely and she was glad she could show him where she had grown up. She set a tea tray down, for all her exuberance Mitsuri was nothing if not graceful. She poured a cup, first for him, and then herself, before she sat down alongside of him.

"But they are fortunately all very kind. They're happy to have you here, we can stay for as long as we want," she said. She had been putting off asking him if he was going to leave her here, leave her with her family now that the work was done.

They'd been with each other since the end of the Corps, Mitsuri finding some sense of purpose after all the loss in helping Giyuu and sticking alongside him. Traveling to visit the Kamado siblings, and Tenzen, but now they were here and she wasn't sure if he meant to leave her or not. So she hadn't asked. Not yet. She couldn't bear it if the answer was yes.

        Rhen looked at her mug of hot cocoa before sliding it to Nettle, a tiny smile on her face when she did before skittering off for a moment and returning with a blanket, unraveling it and draping it around his shoulders.

              “Comfy....means...care....” She nodded before sitting beside him, pausing and leaning on his arm, “...mama would do the same....when I was....upset....” Rhen would make sure her goulash was done in a moment. For now she wanted to make sure her new friends was comfortable.

                  “People are....weird...I find that Seelies are...far kinder....” A tiny smile, kicking her legs a bit, “They guide you home, they make sure you’re warm and ignite the way... I want to be....like a seelie someday...........” Then maybe she could guide her mother home and regain her warmth, maybe she could melt away the ice within that kept her frozen in this state...

Mimi glanced around the bustling hall in the school, and while she had absolutely no shame about what she was going to do. She didn’t need a public overseeing it. “Can we go outside?” she asked, tapping the toe of her shoe on the ground. “I kinda wanna do this in private, I know wild right,” she said reaching up to tug on her hair. A pale soft brown, since the school had totally flipped absolute shit when she had shown up with pink hair on day one. Yelling at her about no unnatural colors. (Totally uncool if you asked her.) 

@mementofloreo zelda & link

"I-I hardly think this is --" the princess went red in the face, "This is highly inappropriate," she said, shifting her gaze away from Link. "A princess should not be thinking of her knight like that, it ... it's..." she found herself at a loss for words. Reaching for a vocabulary she knew she had, but somehow lay just beyond her fingertips.

Her face went deeper red.

❝ We should have another. ❞  - @mementofloreo (hikari & daisuke)

Hikari chuckled lightly as she followed his gaze over to the couch, and the small sleeping child resting there. Blanket pulled up to his chin. Sometimes she still envied him this afternoon nap. But she couldn’t sleep, not when she had a paper due Monday.

“I’m totally on board with more kids, but we’re waiting  until I graduate college,” she said, as if timing had ever seemed to matter in this family. She knew as well as Daisuke did though, that they really hadn’t had say when Yotaro was born, and she really felt like that probably was a great indicator of how the rest of their family planning was going to go. At the will of the gods.

❝ How far along are you? ❞ -- @mementofloreo (byleth & finn)

Manuela had tried to do her best guess calculating how far along she was, when the child was due. “Close to two months is Manuela’s best guess,” she said. She’d been getting sick frequently, it was the only reason she had bothered to see the healer. That the illness wouldn’t stop, and she was too busy to stay down and rest as much as she wanted too.

As tired as she felt.

“She predicts our child will be born towards the end of the Harpstring moon,” Byleth fidgeted with her her hands. Pulling at her fingers. It hadn’t really all sunk in yet, and she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it.

First there was the war, which she simply couldn’t sit out from, and she knew there would be push back on that decision from well ... everyone. If any of the other women here wanted to fight pregnant she’d have objected so she couldn’t exactly blame them.

And second ... her mother had died giving birth to her. What if she couldn’t survive it? What if the women in her family simply weren’t strong enough to survive it? What would it mean being one with the goddess and having a child? Could she carry a pregnancy to term? There were too many questions and no answers.

And yet, despite the worries of the war, or her life she still said our child. She would very much like it if she lived through the war, through pregnancy, through birth and could raise this child with him. The way her parents never got to.

The little cupcakes were homemade. Mostly anyways. Homemade if you counted from a box as homemade. There were chocolate and frosted with a bright pink strawberry frosting. Atop each one was a little chocolate heart. Somehow she had managed to dodge her mother’s terrible cooking abilities and develop some of her own. She strongly suspected the boy who was going to get these chocolates was to thank. It was early morning, and cold when she got to Daisuke’s house before school. She wanted to be the first one to give him chocolate today. Or at least first outside of his house.