#ringrelic

Relief swelled in him, despite him feeling he didn’t deserve it. The recent events hit hard like thunder, and, in the same breath, Lucifer felt as he did once, a long, long time ago. Surely, there would be consequences. Lucifer didn’t dwell on that now. Being given something in light of wanting to protect was better than nothing at all. Lucifer could concentrate on the inevitable punishment later. For now, being able to fly freely was something he had missed. Six wings stretched out, as light as the sun. There was no point in trying to be inconspicuous when trying to look for anyone who may be harmed or in trouble. Despite not knowing what exactly he could do, Lucifer just wanted to avoid making the same mistakes as he had done in the past. There was a familiar figure he spotted, a face he’d seen briefly before. His landing was still as effortless, concern spread across muddied features. 

“Are you alright?” He asked. He had no clue as to where he’d flown to, exactly, but it wasn’t something worth thinking about. He gave a smile of reassurance. “If you need any help, please, don’t hesitate to use me by any means.” The obvious question was left unspoken. Lucifer didn’t care for sides. The urgency of their predicament had heightened tenfold.

            Siete patted his own wooden blade – nearly identical to the one in question – holstered by the side of his belts. A peaceful city is nice and all, but you don’t end up travelling around the skies without a thirst of some excitement.

            It wasn’t just the weapon that caught his attention, though: people used to fighting usually bring along themselves with a very specific presence. Most of the time it’s the stance, or the way they bring about themselves, something that lets them comfortably shift into battle focus. Something subtle that only a fellow fighter could spot and know.

            “ Fancy having a spar? I'll make it worth your time. ”

Yuri will be dropped!

giving in to her cravings once in a day was already bad enough, but... as evening falls and a quick dinner from the so-called star trail, she once again finds herself tempted by sweets.

they were displayed so nicely, with fresh fruit and the most delicate looking cream... as much as she liked to tease lysithea for how she stuffs her face with cake, she found herself indulging in the same way.

what a sight it must be, seeing the feared emperor humming away with a platter of little cakes – which must explain the lilac eyes that she meets as she looks up from her plate.

POETRY STARTERS ( old meme )

@ringrelic​​ asked:  "but you kept trying, didn’t you?"

Thoughtfully, Aqua held the other’s gaze for a moment before looking away, out across the expanse of the ocean before them. It had grown quiet as the sun made its descent towards the horizon, the sky awash in reds and purples and mixing with blue. It struck her as being much like another shore she had visited, what felt like a lifetime ago... 

          ❝Of course. I didn’t want to give up on them,❞ she hummed, lacing her fingers together behind her. Truthfully, there had been plenty of times where she had been dangerously close to doing just that... But in the end, even when she fell to darkness, she did not go down without a fight. Glancing at the man beside her, she gave him a small smile.

ringrelic

  yuri @ yuri

AKJSKLJS NOOO I TAKE IT BACK

🎨 — art / 🎹 — playing an instrument

these go hand in hand, as the reason byleth is not good at them is the same: an abstraction such as art just doesn’t make sense in his head. he can recognize the hard work that goes into a beautiful painting, can appreciate how skilled the pianist and composer must both be to bring a song to life. but if handed a paintbrush, or asked to whistle, he feels… lost.

his mind does not work in artistry, it works in facts, and art cannot be factual. attempting to create, or even to understand art beyond the strokes it took or the notes played, makes byleth feel empty, like he’s missing some key component that everyone else has. as such, he tries to avoid these situations outright.

🎁 — giving presents to others

     “Do you think the stars here are real?”

An odd question, probably. The island they were on was surely real, right? Yet there was so much about this place that seemed so... strange, so fake here. It was only fair to try and have a discussion about this with her house leader ( well, technically edelgard was their house leader, but hapi didn’t consider her to be her house leader; yuri was the only one she’d look towards as a leader ).