#sharpshadows

Melior was quiet as ever.

Ever was relative, of course. It only accounted for the last six or so weeks since the Winter Solstice. There was snow as far as Geoffrey could see, affixed as if permanent to every roof and spire, to the top of the lamp posts and all the signs in the market square. 

He didn’t usually traipse this far, but Amy had cried herself to sleep but an hour ago. She wouldn’t wake until morning, if the last few weeks were any indication.

Geoffrey’s breath clouded in the air as he sighed. Dovetail made a similar noise as she skirted the stone statues of a pair of children crossing the street. Geoffrey didn’t blame her, and carded a gentle hand through her unbound mane. 

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From Talk About Your Muse meme.

Eliwood was fortunate enough to grow up in an incredibly healthyhome environment. Having been born the only son of a prominent nobleman,Eliwood was unavoidably spoiled by both of his parents, given generousopportunities in his education and interests, and never had to spend a daywanting for anything. Even as a child, he was well-liked by the other leadingnobles. While this was largely due his father’s benevolence, Eliwood’skindness, adaptability, and intelligence did not go unnoticed. Despite never experiencingeconomic hardship, being raised under his father’s ideologies allowed him to beempathetic towards the struggles of his people, peers, and even strangers. Headopted his father’s perspective to few others of different title andsocioeconomic statuses as equals.

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//He’s rather reactionary, which puts him in difficult situations sometimes. He’s also very blunt, but without the political savvy to back it up, which isn’t the best way to navigate the Crimean court. 

Even though he oftentimes grasps the intricacies of the situation fully and is ready to act that very moment, as a good military leader should be versed at, he is hampered by those that technically hold some ability to limit or delay his actions, such as the High Council. 

💟- Wildcard!!!

The minute Luthier stepped off the boat, he knew that he was home. Well, he was on a boat sailing back towards Valentia, so logically, he would be coming home anyways, but there was something… different about the air here that the other places he visited didn’t have.

A cat brushed against his leg, and he chucked softly. “Hello, my sweet. How do you do?”

Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet?

//Come modern AU, I’d think he would keep lizards or snakes at some point, but that’s probably as exotic as he’d get. He’s a dreamer, though, and he’ll often daydream about getting an exotic pet.