#tmavakrasa

@viirumdei - Sharr, my beautiful talented Sharr they were possibly the first blog I majorly interacted with and who welcomed me into the community. I would fight for Sharr, die for Sharr. Mess with Sharr you mess with me.

@laslow - Rakan is beautiful, their content makes me so happy, I love them and their portrayal is probably one of the best if not the best in the community. ( haven't interacted seen, many others.) Don't mess with my Rakan.

@kadcn - Hnnn, my sweet. Selkie/Kaden moments is wholesome. You are so sweet and I just love our midnight ramblings. I don't care how random they are. I love them, I love you, and I want to do selkie/kaden cosplays with you one day. Goals. I. Will. Protect. This. Blog. And. The. Person. Who. Runs. It.

@sireneia - I am just protective of you and the muses you write. I love your portrayals and I want to become better acquainted with you.

@iiskarlata - they are sweet even if others say they aren't. And their ocs are really unique. And I have chosen to protect the mun of the blog.

@loptyrant - I will fight for this blog.

@danashura - I haven't had the honor of roleplaying with them. But I love talking to them and they're extremely talented and I'll always protect them.

"Just tell me who I need to kill to make you happy, sweetie."

                                ❝ Sorry, darling...                                                             My eyes are up here. ❞

Niles had been working under Prince Leo of Nohr for a few years now and through his experience he had learned one clear concept; everyone has their own dirty little secret. Through his time at the castle, no royal intrigued him more than Camilla. Despite his lord’s wishes, he loved to take peeks into the people around him but the eldest princess kept coming up as an enigma. The underworld was a vast supplier of knowledge and yet there was barely a sliver of information that could be formed into a consistent story on her. Though maybe if he was going to get the information that he searched for, he would have to do some more digging from the source. 

The outlaw peered through the castle walls until he would eventually find the door to Camilla’s room. He reached for his pocket, almost like an instinct that never truly went away, but retreated his hand back to his side. Instead he knocked on the door before crossing his arms across his chest and propping himself against the wall with his foot. Eventually he ran through the concepts in his head for what he should do to get the best results before the perfect trick displayed clear in his mind. He peeked inside a pouch at his side to reveal a deck of cards; he gave a twitch of his lip before closing the small bag. 

❝ Milady? ❞ He let a few moment pass before letting out a sigh. ❝ Milady, if you are in there I would like to speak with you for a moment or so. If you wish I might even treat you well for your pains. ❞ Niles grinned to himself, even though there was no one actually around to see him get amusement in his own words. He was intrigued by Camilla for sure, but there was nothing about her that screamed romantic attraction in the way that other people caught his eye. Despite that however, he would play the very same game over and over to gain one’s trust or creep under their skin. And oh what an interesting game this would be between the two of them-- An interesting game that Niles was destined to win.

✖ — It was news that the Prince didn’t ever want to hear, and yet here he was being news that it had happened. Why did she go off on her own and initiated that dreadful plan? What part of ‘I’ll be the one to end this war’ did she not understand?He grew enraged, like he had been betrayed by his own dear sister. Her heart and mind may be in the right place, but it was the wrong way to go about it.

It was two months after meeting Robin when the shepherds overheard a rumor about a weird wyvern rider who appeared two days ago out of the blue and taking down anyone who gets near them. The rumors were alarming for Chrom and the shepherds. Someone dangerous as this must be stopped. Thus, they ride to see this strong individual who took down anyone who approached them. 

Once they reached where this presumable rider resides in, the shepherds went on the search though luckily that rider appeared soaring right above them before they land in front of Chrom and the company.

      As far as he was concerned, getting dragged into Askr was both terribly unlucky and completely dreadful. Had he known wielding Falchion would earn him a place in history as some legendary hero (he scuffed at the very idea), he would have seriously reconsidered his choice in the matter. Fame and fortune weren’t exactly things that interested, and sure as hell wasn’t concerned with the affairs of another world, or the so-called heroes that hailed from lands other than his own. And he was even less interested in the poor soul that had summoned him here. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave of his own accord or he would have returned to his own world and time long ago - sending people back was, apparently, a power only the summoner possessed and, try as he might to convince them to get rid of him, they’re adamant about keeping him around (he’s curse the title he evidently earns in the distant future if possible - legend, yeah right, he was about as far from hero as one could get).   

     He has never been the sort to seek out those that are unfamiliar to him. Long before arriving in this strange kingdom, the archbishop has always preferred to bide his time without the company of anyone else-- it is how the young man has been made to live his life from the moment he could speak; how he has been conditioned by those so dear to his heart. Perhaps it is for that same reason, Saias finds himself feeling so utterly disconnected from all that seems to be transpiring in this kingdom outside of the fighting, and especially from those he manages to be tossed into a team with. After all, the tactician often never goes out of his way to speak to them unless spoken to first-- not unless it is to relay what has been discussed amongst the other strategists within the Order, as well as the Summoner--, and it would be a lie to say that such self-isolation has not been taking a toll on the man. He is, of course, human, and to keep himself away from most forms of interaction, while seeing so many others do the opposite, does weigh on his shoulders when the archbishop’s mind is not focused on something else.      It is simply just that, on any other day but this one, Saias has been better about pushing that ever-growing desire for conversation-- or at least, ones that have no other purpose than to socialise-- to the back of his mind. And he would rather not speak to Reinhardt; not when he could so easily notice the shift in his mood.

     For this reason, the young man finds himself approaching someone that he has often caught glimpses of when making his way from one place to another within the castle’s extravagant walls-- someone, he notes, that at least looks closer to his age than most of the other heroes. If there would be any chance at successfully sparking a conversation, and not worry that the other might try to pry too much into the life he had back in his own world, the archbishop believes that he ought to seek out someone that, at least outwardly, appears to be more mature-- more understanding of the concept that some people have things they would rather keep from others. Besides, what would be the worst that could happen? If all else fails, the two of them would never speak to one another again-- she could be easily avoided or lost amongst the sea of other heroes. So, as slow strides being his form but a metre or so from where the woman happens to be, Saias opts to speak up, his voice not daring to shift from its usual tone-- gentle, but oddly vacant when really listened to.