FOR A HEROES PARADE | Accepting.  

The sight of her bowing and the (adorable) mess of a gift immediately put a huge (and sunny) smile on the mage’s face. He was delighted at such attention coming from the other.

“Your friends spirits spoke the truth to you and am I ever so thankful for your wish and gift! Am I allowed to open it now?” And opening it he did, carefully trying his best not to tear the wrapping paper apart in one go, it really looked like she put her best effort into doing it! His eyes weidened in surprise and amazement when he finally discovered what was inside.

One word prompts || Accepting || @serpentiique

 laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

I lied,  I’m just going to pick which muse is doing what based on the ask/itself. So, I’m reading this one as Orochi laughing and Kamuy hearing her as vice versa wouldn’t work! 

      Scaled palms rested idly upon the soft, fresh grass covering the meadow they had pitched camp in. For once, the sun was blistering overhead, and the army had been blessed with the incredibly rare chance to rest, if only to allow those who were wounded to recover properly and for those involved in the planning phase to gather their thoughts after their last confrontation. Kamuy belonged to neither party currently, though he imagined Ryoma would seek him out after the meeting to get his opinion on what was spoken about (for it was too long and too grueling a process to force the others to sit through and wait for him to write everything down for them), but as of now, he had a moment of freedom and he thought it would be best spent out of everyone’s way. That, and it was rare for him to have the chance to enjoy the weather, as well as the scent of newly bloomed flowers and the distant sound of his comrades speaking about this and that. 

       Inhaling the sweet aroma, he allowed his eyes to slip shut; his wings tucked neatly behind his back and his tail wrapped about his legs; unmoving to prevent it from crushing the flowers gathered about his person. If his talons and claws weren’t so clumsy, he would have offered to help prepare the meals (they’d used him for a living knife last time - Ryoma was dangerously upset afterwords), or assist in attending to the wounded and sick (his claws had shred through the bandages he tried to wrap), or even care for the animals (they fled from him because he reeked of blood and was something strange and frightening to them), but his last attempts hadn’t gone over well and he’s rather not cause more harm than good.   

         Feeling something tickle his cheeks, he wrinkled his nose and slowly pried his bright, crimson eyes open. Remaining perfectly still, his gaze lowered until he could see the fuzzy outline of a pair of delicate, white wings fluttering gently against the bridge of his nose where a butterfly had decided to perch. A smile stretched along his lips; crinkling the scales twisted into the skin beneath his eyes and beside his mouth in the process. However, it didn’t linger long before booming laughter echoed across the field and sent it fleeing far away. For a moment, Kamuy’s lips twisted into a frown as he watched it leave before his brows eventually knitted together in concern and he craned his neck to look behind him. 

Milk Milk Lemonade: Accepting || @serpentiique

“FOOLISH?“

Nyx clutched the tome that was in her hand. Glaring up at the smug looking diviner. Not daring to mask her expression of utter distaste as she and the other woman faced each other in a short lived staring contest. Just who did Orochi think she was? Some harlot that fancied herself a fortune teller, no doubt. And she dare call Nyx a CLOWN?

Send me 💪 for my muse to be training and yours comes to sit on top of them/on their back/stomach, etc. || @serpentiique

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The training ground at this time is empty because almost all heroes will be out on missions and who remain use their time to rest. Chrom decided to train for a bit instead of not doing anything.

He had started doing some push up to help him with his vertical slashing training later on when something weighted on top of him. “Ngh?! H-he–Orochi?!” He lowered himself slowly. She is not heavy by any means but it is not something he is used to do when he is training. She could get hurt if he slipped up. 

all fates kids are orochis kids, regardless of parentage