#valkyrieofthemis

[Closed Starter with @valkryieofthemis]

     With a grunt, Gaius tossed aside the pitchfork and wiped the sweat from his brow. He surveyed the work that he had done before giving a nod and stabbing the tool into the freshly dug up earth once more. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but he managed to flip a large portion of the land all on his own. It wasn’t as if he could ask his father for help--the man was bed-ridden.

     Heaving a tired sigh, Gaius swept his red hair from his face before turning his gaze towards the bustling marketplace some yards away. It would be quite the walk as he was no noble; peasants didn’t own horses or any other luxury after all. Still, despite it being a long walk, they needed their portion of bread for that day--to go without would only make their bones poke out further.

     And so mind made up, Gaius poked his head into the tired looking shack that he shared with his father to check on the man before making any hasty decisions. Once he noted that his father was in stable condition, the young man would turn on his heel and begin his trek towards the marketplace.

     Burlap sack hidden under his shabby clothes, Gaius would make his way through the stands, shoveling whatever goods he could get his hands on into his bag. Luckily, he had years of experience under his belt when it concerned thievery, and while he had plenty of close calls with the guards, he always managed to slip away through the cracks.

     But as he made to shove more food into his sack, the sight of a noblewoman caught his attention and turning, he gazed upon the blonde ringlets and her porcelain skin with curiosity. It wasn’t often he saw nobles travel into the marketplace; nobles didn’t often want to involve themselves with the common riffraff of society.

     He grinned as he noticed her cheeks flush that adorable color. This time, his arm would snake itself around her waist before the other would slip to her rear and playfully pinch it. Once she jumped, his grin only grew wider. He loved toying with her like this.

     As she leaned up again to kiss him, he would return her kiss with that silly grin never leaving his lips. Once she pulled away, Gaius would again kneel down to pepper her lips and her neck with soft kisses.

     As he pulled away, he would then flop into the nearest armchair and yank Maribelle down with him into his lap, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as he rested his head against her own. He did enjoy these spontaneous bouts of romance, and the fact that Maribelle wasn’t keen on letting him go either fueled his own passion and desire.

Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.    

     He seems almost bored with the insults until the anonymous letter mentions the fabled words, ‘I demand you return my heart you cad!’. Once reading these few telling words, a wide smirk spreads across his face before he furls the paper and stuffs it into his pouch. He has someone to visit, and that someone he intends on placing a kiss upon.

     And so rising from his seat, Gaius then makes his way over to @valkryieofthemis‘s tent, the smirk never leaving his lips before he rudely barges in, yanks the noblewoman to him and places a fat kiss upon her lips without so much of a warning.

     The next few days in camp were tense and awkward for Gaius. He did everything humanly possible to avoid the noblewoman and whenever the two happened to lock eyes for even a moment, his gaze would immediately turn frigid before he would look away. He hadn’t forgiven her for what she had said and done, and frankly, he felt as if he had been betrayed by the one person he treasured most.

     Whether he treasured her now was a different matter entirely, however. While Gaius still did care for her, he despised her. He despised the fact that she would throw away everything they had all for social standing. He despised her for making a mockery of him, for leading him on like she did for so many weeks.

     Oh well, he supposed this was a lesson well learned: never trust a noble or get involved with a noble; it would only lead to heartbreak.

     But one night, his constant avoiding of the noblewoman came to a halt when the two of them were forced to remain in camp while the rest of the Shepherds scattered about to line the convoy with weapons. He didn’t understand why Chrom was adamant on forcing the thief to stay behind with the noblewoman, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt this was the prince’s way of meddling and trying to get the two on speaking terms again. After all, Gaius and Maribelle were the camp’s hottest gossip at the moment.

     And so heading into the tent where Maribelle already sat, he took once look at her before narrowing his eyes and seating himself far away from her. To further spite the noblewoman, he would then kick his legs up on to the table and recline backwards while unwrapping a lollipop and sticking it into his mouth.

     The night was silent as the two kept watch, and Gaius kept his gaze anywhere but on Maribelle. The mere fact that he was forced to remain behind with her of all people infuriated him, but he would never show it. No, he would prove himself the bigger person, for to him, all nobles were stuck-up and unworthy of his attention.

     Gaius couldn’t remember the last time he felt so nervous about something. It was rare he ever felt this much apprehension over anything, for the Ylissean Thief was usually very calm, cool, and collected about things. Sometimes he would feel mild fear over heists, or being chased by guards...

     But this... this was something else entirely.

     Pulling the small box from his pocket, Gaius opened it to inspect the ring he spent hours crafting. It was a delicate thing, perfect for one such as Maribelle. The band was a shimmering gold with intricate roses woven into the metal. A loud pink gem stood situated proudly in the middle of it and it gleamed in the afternoon sun.

     Heaving a sigh, Gaius would again pocket the little box. His mind raced with scenarios that could happen. What if she said no? What if she laughed in his face? After all, they were still seeing each other in secret and while Gaius understood why, it didn’t mean he particularly enjoyed the fact that they had to keep their love quiet from the rest of camp.

     “Suppose I’ll never know unless I try,” he muttered to himself as he trudged through camp, peeling his sight for any sign of a mop of bright blonde ringlets bobbing about.

     His heart nearly stopped when he finally spotted his lover and gritting his teeth, Gaius would make his way towards Maribelle who sat chatting with her best friend happily in the barracks. He knew she wanted to keep the two of them a secret, but Gaius felt now was a good time as any to pop the question and make it known that the two loved each other dearly.

     And so clearing his throat, he waited for Maribelle to turn and once he had her attention, he would take her hand and slowly get on one knee, his heart pounding in his chest with each moment that passed. He noted Maribelle’s wide eyes, her flushed cheeks, and he, too, could feel his own ears heating up.

    Pulling the intricate box from his pocket, he would open it and display the gleaming ring to his significant other, his eyes trained on her own as he held the box out for her.

[Closed starter for @valkryieofthemis]

     The hot air blew at Gaius’ face the moment he stepped into the lavish room, and in the corner of his eye, he saw the pools of hot water that were responsible for warming his cold digits. In truth, he was excited to take a dip in the waters and thaw out his body, but what made the trip all the more exciting was the fact that he was here with his new wife, Maribelle.

     He turned away from the inviting hot springs to instead focus his attention on his petite wife standing tall and proud next to him as she paid the blue-haired Anna the fee for the honeymoon suite. A grin would spread across his lips at the idea of spending a night alone in the inviting waters with no prying eyes, and due to the fact that the Plegia War was over and done with, he thought this trek was well deserved.

     As the pair were handed the customary garbs for the springs, Gaius would then slip an arm sneakily around Maribelle’s waist as he lead her off. He was excited to see her in the floral yukata, but more so, he was excited to finally have a moment alone with his wife.

     He awoke before dawn the next morning, which was an anomaly for one like Gaius who preferred to sleep well past noon. He didn’t know what caused him to wake up so early, but perhaps it was the fear of getting caught in Maribelle’s tent unclothed and in her cot. He didn’t want to think of the repercussions or the rumors that would be born of it.

     Gaze sliding over to his sleeping lover, a smile would spread across his lips at the sight of her looking so peaceful. She looked beautiful in the light of the morning sun, and with a satisfied grin, Gaius’ mind traversed back to the previous night. She didn’t look half bad then, either.

     Carefully, he made to climb out of her cot without jostling her awake and once out of it, he would slowly get dressed. Once mostly clothed, he would walk back to where his sleeping partner lay and kneel down to brush his lips upon her forehead. He never cared for someone like he cared for Maribelle, and if he was being honest with himself... he enjoyed this new feeling.