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But This Was The Way The Guard Said...?

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Oh dear. First day in Garreg Mach and Lianna was lost. She had asked for the directions to the offices that she might introduce herself to colleagues, but she had clearly taken a wrong turn somewhere. Or she had been given incorrect directions, hopefully just in err and not maliciously. The guard had promised that she just had to walk through the monastery, the main building and turn right, then head up the stairs.

But she hadn't found any stairs? She seemed to be in a knight hall, with a small training area with dummies, cozy fireplace, shelves of books, no doubt filled with tactical information and anything else that knights needed to know. Not somewhere Lianna would have visited when she was younger, knights were definitely her brother's thing.

Sighing lightly, realising now that the directions she had given were wrong, Lianna looked around and saw someone else in the room.

"Excuse me," she said as she approached. "Pardon me for the intrusion. I am... Lianna. I was wondering if you could direct me to the offices? The directions I was previously given seem to have been given erroneously."

She omitted her title, not wanting to cause a fuss or anything... though she had to wonder if her tiara gave her away. No, it didn't matter. She was Queen of Aytolis, but here she was simply a teacher.

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"O-oh! Yes, I... Well I got lost a lot when I first came here, too, so I should be able to help." Olivia flusters to herself, thinking that maybe something as small as this was manageable. She had been shown around the campus a couple times, and had gone through a lot of practice to familiarize herself to the majestic stretches of stone and garden. To be honest, she was used to getting lost and finding her way through much toil and trouble, so... "It's okay, Lianna, you've come to the right person." She hopes with all her heart that that was true.

"My name is Olivia. I'm..." Her voice peeks through shyly, "A dancer. Though here, I'm an instructor. I've never had the opportunity to teach. Um... not often at least. So this is new." She breathes in. And out. Keeping herself in balance. "This is all very new..."

"Oh! The offices should be up by the stairs!" Olivia tries to find her footing. "I don't think you'll find them here though... Should we go together?"

Olivia gestures for her to follow along, passing by the shelves of books and cozy fireplace out towards the hall. "Are you an instructor here, too?" She can't imagine it would be easy on anyone's first days here. Everything was so cozy, but the scale of the buildings was vast enough to lose yourself in.

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He had a habit of fiddling with the ring that hugged her finger like a promise well-kept. A secret poorly-hidden. She made this marriage thing so fun, and so obvious, and— Well, it was her day. He didn't need to be so existential about how they ended up as happy as they did. Still. As he fiddled with her ring, he wondered if she knew that he knew: today was her birthday, and she hardly made a fuss over it. But why? It wasn't just any day, it was literally the best day, barring none aside from the day their son was born. And the day they confessed. Oh! And the day Inigo came around! And-- And-- ... Okay. Maybe there were a lot of best days, but they were all revolving around the same person, with the same heart, and the same smile.

To be honest, giving her a Risen arm after a few dates did nooooooot go well. And he kept the eyes and tails and weird newts to himself afterwards. But now that he had gotten this marriage thing down, he had to ask... would what he got her be as invaluable as what she's given him? As his fingers twirled her ring quietly, deep in thought, Henry perched the tip of his tongue against his teeth to whistle to himself. Doubt it.

The crows descended from the sky, some perched on his shoulders and others gathered close to keep Olivia warm. But it was his, after all.

"Hey. Olivia~ Wanna see a magic trick?" A crow pulled its head up, with a ring in its beak—smaller in circumference, to go around her pinkie. With a quick flick of his fingers, the ring disappeared from his crow's possession into his own. "Tada! This is for you."

He gently lifted her hand, sliding the small pinkie band onto it. And it pulsed quietly, like a faint heart beat. It's not like it would bother her. (He had low blood pressure, after all, nya ha ha!) "You can feel my heartbeat, can't you? It's connected to the one I have." Flippantly, with a goofy smile to match, he held up his own pinkie. "Matchies!"

"Happy birthday! To be honest, it seems like everything pales like a ghost when I know its yours. And it's you. But here, take it."

After spending a few hours with much needed cathartic crying, Olivia figured it would do her best to simply de-stress by going on a walk with her husband. She very much enjoyed her time with him, and wondered how someone so wonderful was in love with a bundle of nerves like her. Well, it was perhaps best not to try to sort it out for logistical reasons- as making sense of life's nonsense proves to become a difficult challenge to consider. Therefore, she simply chooses to live and to love.

Their interlocked hands swung back and forth like giddy schoolchildren, as Olivia accepts that even if the two are adults, they are still Naga's precious children- two drifters eager to learn the curious oddities of the world.

Specks of black burst forth, the crows offer them their blessings to the two lovers. Henry was always one for theatrics, after all. He knew just what tricks he would need to play to bring a genuine smile to her face.

"Of course." She chuckles sweet and soon a little crow gifts her quite the sentimental treat.

Her mouth slacks, in awe.

With a snap of his fingers, Henry reminds her just what sort of magician he was.

A good one.

Sentimentality has always spoken volumes to Olivia, as Henry finds new ways to showcase his love to the woman he cared most. …On the pinky? A quiet thought , and soon she's shocked by the sensation of the beat of his own drum.

" I can." She says as assuredly as she can possibly offer, while starstruck with bewilderment. She hoped he could feel hers too, pitter pattering all over like the rain that brings the two close.

He always knew what to do. She laughs as he reveals another trick up his sleeve.

"Oh Henry… " the woman laughs, touched by this very well thought and perfectly crafted magic act- observing the bond of their matching pinky rings. "You have my heart too, and that's a promise."

As she crosses the pinkies with one another.

#macawbre #(( 🥺 ))#(( queued ))

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briefly, our names are no more

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Desperation pushes starving villagers and stranded merchants to unscrupulous means to survive. As you finish up one of your patrols, a band of thieves manage to catch you by surprise and take one of your colleagues hostage. Holding a knife to their throat, they demand gold and supplies to help them survive the storm. They are still inexperienced civilians in the end though. An experienced warrior like yourself would cut them down easily, if that’s what you choose to do. [Grants Gauntlets +1]

In the evening, when the sweetness of apple and potato stew no longer wafted from their pot and the snow somehow lost its crunch, Henry thought that the mountain was a beast that knew: that knew they were coming, and knew they weren't from around these parts. It swallowed the sound of their shoes, and the shuffling of their capes; it turned their breaths into nothing, and the smell of their food into a chill. The mountain knew their names, he thought. He hoped it wouldn't swallow them.

"Yeah, I heard the reports. Guess food scarcity sucks back in Altrich Village, so it wouldn't hurt for us to bring them some grub, y'know?" Henry recapped mostly to stop himself from going insane. "I haven't seen them in YEARS! Betcha at least ONE of them will be happy to see me."

His raised finger twirled once, before pointing up towards the apex of the mountain with some glee. "Come on, Olivia! We should get going before it gets too dark--"

Her scream and a splash of soup from behind him forces him on high alert, fingers pronged to kill on sight. Spinning a typhoon's worth, the snow blasted from a pivot and pull of his boots—he gets a look-see and immediately numbers down. Olivia at knife point. Four fellas, and another in the trees. All shaky, warn, and ragged. The pot was splattered on the ground. From the looks of vivid disappointment on their faces, to the violent trembling in that knife arm, Henry knew right away what this was.

He frowned, summoning a sigil that marked the ground in cryptic black symbols, littered with scratches and splotches of black eyes beneath their feet. Each eye opened. As a plethora of eyes freckled the snow, each began to glow a beautiful blood red. The "bandits" began to pale, quivering blue like corpses half-way into the grave. The girl in the trees plummets into the snow, not breathing.

"Alright. Let go of my wife. And the curse I just set on you won't just kill you dead."

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The cold chill of the winter winds seep deep into Olivia's bones- but it hardly was much of a bother to her, as she felt rather warm within the company of someone that she loved.

Funny, that. To become stronger by the ever-growing tune of her heart. She hoped her son would come to learn the same. This was how it was supposed to be, she thought- as Henry goes on a speech about the state of the villages he once roamed. Naturally, the dancer is compelled to smile- especially since her partner was somebody so kind and thoughtful. A quick glance at the big pot of soup she held at her hands. " I…hope this will lighten their spirits."

She knew she, at least, was happy to see him- but, before she could tell him a word of how she felt, a cool blade of steel greets her neck. With violet eyes wide open, she shrieks in a shock of white fear.

The pot drops to the ground, and well-intentioned efforts were ultimately gone to waste. Her own expression follows the line of defeat, as she notices a fellow bandit just as frustrated about the loss of warm food overturned in the cold snow.

Another shift— further, still, into the cold. Henry, in his seething anger, demands for her freedom by showcasing all the tricks he had up his sleeve. How dreadful it was, for anyone to be at the receiving end of it. Eyes. Eyes everywhere. And not the kind one would find on stage.

The man immediately drops his weapon and insists to his crew to leave them be. Arms were raised as he was the only one of the lot that didn't start quickly fleeing. " We never intended to actually hurt your wife."

Olivia notices the girl who fell out of the tree, and is worried that she might be hurt. And despite of the hostility of the situation, the woman runs to check on the girl. " Henry! Please stop! It's okay! I'm okay!"

It wasn't.

And even if she knew her husband wasn't the sort to go that far, it was hard to even think when a child was at the foot of a tree, still as death.

The soup was forgotten, the last of its essence sinking deeper into the snow, much like this young girl. " …She's not breathing."

The main bandit panics and recognizes the girl as his own. "Dahlia! I told you not to follow--" His line of thought snaps, realizing his child isn't breathing. "No, no!"

He forgets about the dark mage who very much might have his head, as he rushes to the side of his little girl to hold her close. To kindle whatever was left of her warmth. " Baby please.. I know you're hungry but hang on just a little longer… "

He uses a vulnerary. The other scrappy villagers sweat, unsure how to move until the eyes in the snow mysteriously disappear without a trace.

"Dahlia!" He screams, hoping that the will of the gods will change its fate.

Olivia is compelled to do something, anything to help. After all things considered, as a parent herself (albeit a bit unconventional), the pain of losing a child would be far too much.

Far, far, too much.

She removes her cloak and hands it to the man.

"Please. Let's stop fighting... I know my husband can be reasoned with." Her voice is soft as thunder. "We need to take her somewhere warm. Otherwise there will be no semblance of any hope... We will all freeze over if we remain here."

They look at the woman—wife of that terrifying mage who loomed over them—and felt intense guilt in knowing that karma was making them pay the price. The leader resigns to what she says, fear still overtaking the 'hope' she mentions. He hesitates, opening his mouth to bargain for his daughter's life, but cannot manage to utter a word. Instead, he and the other so-called bandits slowly guide them to the camp they were hiding out in.

#(( queued ))#macawbre #briefly our names are no more #(( sometimes olivia isn't sure about how far henry's willing to go asdfas ))#(( she knows but she doesn't know

He disappears after breakfast, promising to find her later. Of course, he'd wished her a quiet, heartfelt happy birthday first thing this morning, but that was the extent of any celebrations. He knows how embarrassing it feels when all eyes in the dining room are pinned on you--Mother doesn't deserve that!

Later ends up being nearly lunchtime. Assistant professor life doesn't stop merely for his mom's birthday. Tests need distributing, questions need answering, and adjusted schedules must be cleared.

His smile never falters through it all. Anticipation lends a quickness to his limbs, sprinting for his room the moment he's free of responsibilities. Arms full, he juggles his gifts on the way to the staff room.

"Mom!" Laslow calls, peering around the bouquet of red carnations. "Sorry I took long." He sets his bounty down on a nearby table, shaking out his tired arms with a sheepish glance at the boxes.

He has years' worth of missed birthdays to make up for. Subconsciously, he beings playing with an earring. "Happy birthday! They're a bunch of little trinkets, really. Stuff that reminded me of you." [The boxes contain: a carved figurine of a dancer mid-jump, a new silver headband, some knock-off candy that passes a replacement for the real thing in Ferox, and a handful of new coins for her dancer's outfit.]

One box in particular catches his attention. He grabs it, holding it out with a flourish. "Here, open this one first!" The pink bow wobbles but stays upright.

Two tickets for a traveling musical theater show rest inside. "Everyone I've asked loved it!"

Olivia didn't know what to make with her time here.

She knows that the monastery did, in fact, take the art of dancing pretty seriously. So she busies herself with trying to figure out a new routine—one with her own individual insight and experience to share with the rest of the instructors. One of them in particular, used to be a famous Songstress of the Adrestian Empire- and the dancer felt that there was no way that Manuela Casagranda was past her prime. She was a gorgeous woman, confident and brave enough to use her voice.

Oh, how nice would it be to use her own voice too.

And suddenly, she took a whiff of the color red.

Her lips raised upon the welcomed gift by the door: her precious baby boy. " You didn't have to get me anything Inigo... as ever, you are always too sweet." Just like his father.

She tries to help him handle all these bounties he's gathered all these years- by helping Inigo place them down upon the table. "Oh, my sweet, you shouldn't have."

Had there been roaming red haired lions wandering around, they would perhaps misinterpret the connection of the two situations. However, this wasn't a man just giving gifts to a dazzling woman- he was paying homage to his own mother.

Her eyes are quick to be filled to the brim with tears. There were so many gifts laid out for her upon the table. Too many blessings being bestowed to a mother who didn't actually give birth to him in this time line- but had upon another. Olivia takes her time to process these emotions and expresses her joy for the long awaited return of her greatest treasure.

She struggles to speak in words, but is able to remain present to receive. Opening the box slowly while sniffling- Olivia is ever grateful to become someone who is so loved. This was more than winning a prized lot in life. And even more than just a ticket stub to a show. This was living.

" Oh, Inigo...!" She quickly embraced her stellar star. "Thank you! "

#(( aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! thank you!!!!! thank you!! this was so cute ))#(( queued ))#laslow #(( the best son in the whole world aaaaaaaaaaaaaAA!! ))

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Losing himself to the laughter, he feels his lungs cave in to the spire of joy and guilt that welled up inside him. He felt it curl inside him, in deep, emotional wisps just waiting to smoke. Her smile makes it easier to taste the joy in every wheeze, until both their souls billowed and folded in the wind—content. He was a little gloomy it actually worked, but that's what happened when his favorite person in the world turned the world on its side for him. He parsed his arms, swimming in the cold until they had enough room to press their backs into broken wings of scraped up snow.

The laughter died down naturally, before it died down unnaturally. Was she some kind of psychic?

"...Huh~? How'd you know?" Nervous. He wasn't usually. Guess she could attest to every half degree his crooked smile bent into. He couldn't laugh when he didn't mean to. Not when he knew the difference now, between a smile that propped pain behind closed lips and a smile that could give the moon over to a pretty bird in pink.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right~ There's nothing to be nervous about, nya ha ha!"

He was hellbent on making that true. By Grima's left pinkie, he wanted nothing more than to find a place for them to know peace by its first name. Inigo certainly liked the place enough! He had been here since who knows when, and it was likely going to stay that way for the foreseeable future.

"Guess you can say you're not so sheepish any more, hm?" Laughing at his silly pun for a silly time in his life, where silly people made silly homes around a campfire, Henry relaxed. If their time with the Shepherds had proved anything, it was that it was waaaaay easier with someone by your side. Hell was only lonely if you didn't have someone burning by your side. And really, he was kind of maybe different now. He didn't need to burn to know there was something still worthwhile in the way the sun turned over into the moon.

"Well yeah. That's the thing. If you'll stick with me…" He paused—letting his words fade to dust. Letting her subtle motions become a moment he could keep jarred, in the back of his mind, to turn to in his darkest hour. He canted his head to rest on hers, nesting in her warmth. "We'll be hard pressed to let anything slip through the cracks."

"If you notice me getting nervous again, just call me out, will ya?"

The stars taunted him, eating holes into that wide blanket of space up there. They knew all his secrets, and they knew who he kept wishing on them for. It was a little strange. Being attached like this.

He had changed too.

Sniffling, he felt his lungs shoot up to the roof of his mouth, and a sneeze suddenly hooking itself onto his nose. Dry. Biding its time. "AH-" He sputtered.

"ACHOO!"

"Okay, that's enough livwing for todway." He rubbed his nose with a quick swipe of his thumb. "Geez Louise, the snow is melting through my sweater."

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So he was nervous.

Her mind skirmishes over the thought and makes a silent promise to herself to help bring ease towards her husband's troubles. Perhaps Henry wouldn't understand how to express it just now, as he's been learning how to manage a whole plethora of emotions that have been surfacing in his life since the two paths had crossed. Olivia too, struggled to make the most of her own.

She cannot help but giggle over his jab, oh how time flies and changes! To think she once was so frightened by him! And now.. and now.. her snow kissed eyelashes dripped, body at ease with no tension to be by his side.

Henry continues to speak as he makes himself comfortable, nestling his head onto hers. He gives her permission to keep him in line. She just wanted to remind him that he would never be alone.

The dancer's hand gently glides over to graze softly on top of his own. To interlace and interlock. Her lips curl into a saccharine smile , thankful for-

"Bless you!" Olivia immediately replies with a jolt. "Bless you, darling! Before you come down with a cold!" She assists the two back to their feet and helps dust the snow off.

Fodlan, for what it's worth- is rather pretty. How could a dreamlike scenery not be known otherwise ? The picturesque trees are blanketed in white, the softness of the view cradled by the skies of violet. How fitting- she believed, that the atmosphere matches Henry.

Her arms wrap themselves around once more to give him a quick embrace to keep him warm. " Let's get going then, shall we?" Violet eyes glanced at their ghostly remains imprinted on the snow.

"Maybe the monastery might have some hot cocoa to warm us right up! "

As the two set off towards the next chapter of their lives.

-End!

#[[ sorry i'm late! two jobs and school is a lot!! ]]#angels in the snow #macawbre

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Live a little..? And here Olivia thought she was already being brave and living plenty. The dancer knew whatever words that spilled from Henry's lips were of good intentions- for his actions often matched with how he felt in his heart.

She smiles quietly to herself within the view of the serene.

Eventually her partner calls out and Olivia is quick to turn her heels and face their direction. "Hm?"

Sporting a rather mysterious expression, playful as ever- could anyone blame her for being enchanted?

Living a little… again?

But we will be living plenty, as we are living plentiful in the now. Her gentle lips remained upwards in turn, always wanting to keep up with his beat in conversation - how erratic his moves can be - but Olivia settles for doing the best she was able.

Her mouth was ready to offer a reprise - but the two always found themselves filling in the gaps of silence at the same time. It meant the two were to be sharing the same wavelength, a fortune teller once told her--

"Ahh! " Olivia yelps upon the sudden movement - and everything ceases to halt as the mage lifts her higher - gravity fails and the dancer feels the cool air breathe life back into her lungs. Their eyes met, her heart beats, as their bodies fell into the virgin snow.

Topping over, and meeting the chill right on her back, she herself couldn't help but laugh. And laughed Olivia had. "Pfft! Hahaha..hahaha!"

Her shoulders raised, her chest heaving- with the stars up above the skies before them.

She certainly believed the two were living.

As the laughter trails off, it doesn't take too long to seek the angel in the snow. Henry had always seen the world in a perspective she hadn't understood, as the dancer couldn't help but wonder while interlocking fingers into his own.

" There's no need to be nervous." Whether she was speaking these words out loud for her or him she wasn't sure. " As long as we're together I think…. It's going to always work itself out. " Pink locks scattering like petals in the snow.

" I don't know what to expect at this academy… But I'm not as afraid as I was when I originally joined with the Sheppards. " Without following a line of thought, their body leans closer to his, finding Henry himself as a suitable place to rest.

" Besides… We have each other, don't we?"

#angels in the snow #macawbre #[[ i apologize this took too long to post online bc of covid weh ]]#[[ they are too wholesome i cannot ]]

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It gets to her more than it should.

She supposed it's only reasonable to feel in such a way, but she wondered if maybe she's carrying all the concerns for the two (perhaps three?) unnecessarily so. Henry seemed excited enough to wrap his mind over it, to easily love and support unconditionally- in some ways, Olivia believed that the Plegian dark mage was far more mature than she was. " Oh.. I wouldn't know if it would be appropriate to baby him like that at school." The dancer sheepishly chuckles , imagining tugging Inigo's cheek teasingly scolding him, as he sports a warm smile much like his father's - with a devil may care attitude to shake it off with laughter.

A quiet admission to the stillness of the serene and to her lover beside her. "Although.. that does sound a bit lovely."

Henry would be blind (no pun intended) to his own talent in theatrics, how he easily flows upon the world's stage with his natural born instinct of improvisation. Olivia always admired the way he could speak his thoughts so shamelessly with mirth and not give a damn if someone heard him shouting out into the dark indigo twilight until someone scolds him otherwise. Then he probably would pause and say 'oops.'

Olivia finds herself naturally smiling at their husband's exclamation and lighthearted promises. She wanted to say that if their son wasn't in Garreg Mach no longer, the two should speak around and look for clues of where he was headed to next.

Did he mean that conjoined joke about Us this entire time?!

The woman's cheeks were already rosy from the cold, but her heart skipped as their bodies were brought closer than before. Her instincts were to close her eyes, but instead of that she focused on keeping her feet upright. Finally sneaking another glance at his face in admiration.

She wondered if Henry was aware of how charmingly handsome he was. Or if he was aware of the things he says sometimes. Her hand subtly wraps around his back for support beneath his cape. Had she been a bit bolder, a bit braver- Olivia would consider bumping the side of their hips with her own in order to make the point across that it was the two of them conjoined by the hip and that Inigo hailed from the umbilical cord instead.

Perhaps not of her own in this world, but definitely in soul.

The two continued to traverse and trek towards the fabled Monastery - how majestic it appeared from its distance. It was majestic and massive- and perhaps it made all the more sense as to why Henry remained there a bit longer than he should. She didn't wish to be in the way of his dreams and what brought him joy, but felt a touch of embarrassment over her weakness of wanting to tag along by his side. Henry had told her the instant he received that letter of hers, he stopped all whatever he was doing and marched all the way back to Ferox and hasn't went anywhere without her since.

He even returned with news of a pleasant surprise of their time traveling son from another dimension attending classes at this place he worked at.

She wondered what would happen once they arrived, how life would become in the days moving forward. Plenty of thoughts to fill the mind , anxieties, fears- at the very least she knew by the end of it all she wouldn't have to do it alone.

#macawbre #Angels in the snow #[[ thank you for being so paitent with me as i am still figuring out what happened to tunglr ]]#[[ each time you write my life span increases tenfold ]]

Casting call!

[ Hello! A pleasure to have you all, new and old! It's been a while since I've roleplayed in a group setting, so thank you for having me! Now with the pleasantries is out of the way, if anyone is interested in having threads with Olivia feel free to like this post or send an ask! I will respond as swiftly and promptly as I am able. Thank you! <3 ]

#timidsteps #ooc

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"What are you going to tell him when you see him?"

It was snowing the night they neared Garreg Mach, as two figures pitter-pattered foot steps into the silken sheets of frost laid out before them. He hadn't packed much— carrying a waterskin and a sack of shared supplies. He was all smiles, ever enthused about running with a compass, and would have loved to have gotten lost with her a little longer. But that's the thing about getting lost. It was all fun and games when it was with each other. Lacing their hands together, he half-danced, half-pulled her along, keen on staying by her side.

"Nyahaha, I mean, what aren't you going to tell him? The two of you are like conjoined twins! I mean, without the shared spine or anything."

Her son, their son. It still felt like everything made sense the moment the war had ushered him into existence. Of course that was her son. As strange as he was, Inigo was just as special as his mother was. Hopefully a little less special than his dad was.

"What if we arrive and he's not there? You know. He's on one of those newfangled missions?"

Raising his head towards the skies above, he felt the snow flutter against his cheeks. And he let out a warm breath of air, watching it rise in a quiet haze.

"Guess you'd have to settle for me, huh?"

@timidsteps

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The world falls silent within the lands of Fodlan- blanketed in a dreamy white and cloaked by lavender twilight with each pressing step carrying the weight of their worries. Olivia feels every crunch and wonders if her husband's morbid nature was starting to rub off since her line of thought flashback to the casualties of the battlefield.

He inquires what she plans to say, not do.

Henry would already know of her immediate response, to run up to her child, stretching her arms out as wide as the horizon to quickly cradle Inigo into an swift embrace.

" …That I missed him, that he's loved and no longer alone." She could only imagine what horrors her son had dealt with, and to think he spent his time alone made empathy only swell further. Her free hand clutches her cloak, seeking warmth in betwixt of all this frigidness.

The warmth was between those interlaced fingers all along with Henry leading the way towards Garreg Mach- his mood more chirpier than ever.

"Ahaha.." there were a few things she would deem inappropriate to say to her own son who happens to be close in age. For starters, Olivia knew she did not need to state the obvious that he wasn't born into this world just yet. A quick glance towards her husband's direction, admiring the way his hair curls slightly on the back of his neck. I wouldn't know what to do as a mother.

" It would be a bit of a problem if we were conjoined in such a way.. Although upon the surface... I believe he could pass off as my brother."

Well, naturally. Considering her time traveling child hailed from the doomed future and she couldn't possibly imagine what sort of things are possibly running through his mind.

(Women, probably. Unfortunately.)

" If he isn't there, we shall wait. " A squeeze of their hands, and soon the crack of her lips break out into a smile.

" I wouldn't consider us as settling- you're my partner, Henry."

#macawbre #angels in the snow #[[ ooc: my goodness tunglr has changed but my love for these two has not]]

Light, like you wouldn’t believe

The battles were finally over, though more have only just begun. Her dreams and nightmares still remains, as callused feet press further to find what she seeks: The sun amidst her moon and stars. So close, her weary tattered heart pounds simply knowing a long awaited reunion. Or perhaps, it’s simply her hopes trying to paint her nightmares into dreams. 4 -> 6 Points

Sword C -> C+ (2/2)

#activity check #toaactivity #//don't mind me purple prosing some poetic nonsense

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♠ ~ “Never been better!”, Farina declared, lying as easily as she breathed. To be quite honest, she wasn’t exactly. There was something oddly accurate about that last shot, as though it had struck some bundle of muscles or something. She couldn’t lift her arm up enough to punch with as much force as she’d been doing thus far. Well, at least, for the time being.

But…it should be more than enough to take out an archer on its last legs. Especially when Andrei’s last shots had forced it to dive closer to the ground. In perfect range for her fists. She sprang forward and up towards the archer just as it swooped downwards, aiming to knock the pest phantom off its mount and out of the sky.

>Farina attacks the Kinshi Knight with Brave Knuckles and rolls an 19 (Crit) and deals 2.5 Damage….

> The Kinshi Knight’s Prayer Ring activates and it survives with 1 HP!

Clumsily tackling the archer, they both ended up landing in a heap, with the phantom crushed underneath. There was a small sparkle that quickly engulfed the phantom’s body and then faded away. Some weird magic it was carrying that helped it to survive that fall? Well, whatever. Whatever that was, she’ll just beat the stuffing out of this thing until it cries uncle.

> …and Farina rolls a 16, 11 and a 3 (Hit, Hit, Hit, 1 Damage each) and deals 3 Damage. > The Kinshi Knight remaining HP: 0/12 > The Kinshi Knight has been defeated!

A few more punches around the head later and the archer had finally enough, dissolving into soft light particles beneath her blows. Satisfied with the beating she had just given the archer, Farina stood up, patted herself off and cracked her knuckles menacingly at the remaining mage, feeling her usual strength returning to her. “Well, that’s two down. One to go.”, she declared casually, a dangerous grin spring to life across her lips. Ah, nothing quite like the taste of victory….

@timidsteps

[☆] She worries about the hit that was taken upon the archer, and rushes towards his side to give him aid. Olivia lifts her hands, to give back life that was given to her. “I...hope this helps! Th-thank you for always bringing me back.” A beam of light glows, and the dancer was successful in giving first aid. A sigh of relief. > Olivia uses recover ( 12 ) and Heals Andrei for 6 HP! “You be careful, alright?” A warm smile was given, and soon a spell comes crashing down on her back. “Ennugh!” At least she was able to keep another safe. Gripping her handle, Olivia strikes the source with her sword. “Ain’t no rest for the wicked! T-take this!” A battle cry, driving the blade down. >Gremory uses abraxas (17) on Olivia, dealing her 2 damage. >Olivia counters with her Brave Sword, ( 19, 8 ) and deals 5 damage. “We can win this, everyone! Just keep going!” @ulircursed

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♠ ~ She wasn’t feeling particularly strong at the moment. There was still that particular weird itch that the knight had rudely left behind. An itch that was becoming very distracting and making her squirm at the worst of moments. Had that knight cursed her with something as it fell? Regardless, it really wouldn’t do at all for such weakness to show. She was getting the impression that her team was seeing her as some kind of MVP. It wouldn’t do at all for their star fighter to get all antsy. So, instead, she puffed out her chest proudly instead, masking any discomfort she was feeling with an exaggerated display of ego. “Well, that’d go without saying.”, she boasted. “The world’s finest mercenary isn’t going to fall to these chumps.”

> The Kinshi Knight attacks Farina with Zanshin and rolls a 3 (Miss).

Her statement seemed to be punctuated by a wild arrow that sailed clear over her head. “Especially when their aim sucks that hard.”, she added dryly, almost tempted to taunt ask it where on earth it thought it was aiming at. A passing pigeon? Well, they’d managed to even out the odds a little and she didn’t think she was in any state to fight anyone for the timing being so she didn’t really have any objection to waking up Sleeping Beauty over there. “I suppose.”, she muttered shortly, before closing her eyes to try to focus on the spell she’d only just picked up recently.

She’d never tried casting anything before. Never had the curiosity or even the patience for that matter. So, in other words, she was a bit out of her depth when it came to this kind of stuff. She focused on the parts of the script that actually made some kind of sense. Something about focusing on your light within and bringing it out into the world. Whatever that meant.

> Farina uses Fortify and rolls a 16 (+4 HP to all allies). > Andrei remaining HP: 10/10 > Olivia remaining HP: 7/10

After what seemed like an age, she’d finally managed to conjure a glowing light that rapidly washed over her allies and over herself, wiping away the weight of that itch that had been hanging over her since she’d taken down that knight. Opening her eyes with a gasp of satisfaction, she turned to take a glance at her handiwork. Not half bad for beginner’s luck, if she’d say so herself.

Grinning down at the awakening pinkette, Farina drawled a cheeky-souding “’Sup, sleepyhead. Feelin’ more awake this-Yowch!”, she punctuated with a cry as she felt an arrow finally strike her in the shoulder from behind. Glaring back up reproachfully at the offending archer, Farina took a moment to yank out the protruding arrow and rub at her shoulder gingerly. Alright, now she knows whose arse she was kicking next….

> The Kinshi Knight attacks Farina with Waning Blow and rolls a 10 (Hit, 2 Damage, Farina deals 2 less damage next turn).

> Farina remaining HP: 8/10 @timidsteps

[☆] Olivia felt disoriented by the time her eyelids opened again, how many times will she have to wake in the middle of battle? There was ringing in her ears, and the sounds felt overwhelming. Her hazy vision slowly adjusts, seeing both the archer and blue, of which she states a pleasant quip only to be attacked with an arrow so soon. Well, in battle- the enemy doesn’t care about basic human rights and it’s plights. It’s a matter of winning or losing. And neither wants to be on the side who doesn’t live. She had to do something about this. To be more than she was. There was no time to think. Just breathe. Standing upwards, the dancer unsheathes her sword to attack. Her steps had purpose, charging forth- light and airy, the way she lunges her weapon twice became art. >Olivia unleashes windsweep using Brave Sword, (22,7) and deals 7 damage to the Kinshi knight. Her feet lands with grace, and Olivia returns to her team. She asks the fighter. “Are you alright?....Thank you both for keeping me alive.” @ulircursed

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♠ ~ Another round, another set of ‘projections’ to lay the total smack down on. Thankfully, this time round, there weren’t any fliers in this crowd. Just a pair of mages, one on horseback and one footbound, from the looks of things. Easy enough to deal with.

Locking her fingers together and cracking her knuckles a little as Andrei made his little attempt at a pep talk, Farina bounced a little on the spot as she not-so-patiently waited for the round to begin. She’d been on a bit of a roll last round and couldn’t wait to make a repeat performance this round. At this rate, ‘lasting ‘til the end’ went a bit without speaking…so to speak.

At long last, the gong for the start of the next round sounded and Farina immediately kicked off the ground, charging like an arrow at the nearest foe. Speaking of arrows, she couldn’t help but notice Andrei’s arrows speeding ahead of her, flying off towards the side towards…what was he aiming at, anyway?

Slowing down for a moment, the mercenary turned to watch and try to trace where the arrows were flying towards. They looked like they were headed for…Ah, now she sees it. A sneaky little thief on the edges of the arena, no doubt aiming for a chance to nab the very weapons in their hands.

Yeah, nope. Not a chance. These gloves were hers and she’s not giving them up. Turning around quickly, she raced towards her newfound foe and aimed a series of well-timed punches at it, aiming to bring down the thief before it could disarm anyone of them.

> Farina attacks the Thief with Draining Blow and Brave Knuckles. > She rolls a 13, 7, 7, 4 (Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit) and deals 12 Damage. > Thief Remaining HP: 0/10 >The thief is defeated.

Finishing it off with a hard punch placed right at its solar plexus, the mercenary watched with a certain of satisfaction as the thief phantom shattered like glass. Ah, nothing quite felt like the taste of victory.

“Annnd…nope! Better luck next time, buddy!”, she teased, taunting at the now-vanished thief. Clapping her hands together, as it to remind herself that they still had more opponents to face, Farina turned quickly to face their remaining opponents. “Nowww~, who’s next?!”, she challenged.

@timidsteps

[☆] The grogginess admist the haze sets in beneath Olivia’s skin as the apparitions that conjures itself forth brings the tone to the room. With sword and shield equipped, her body still feels its aches. She did not know how much use she would be for a team that felt untouchable to it’s foes. If only, she had the courage to ask for their names. Her teammates pursues the thief first, vanquishing their existence in mere seconds. That female looked ridiculously strong, and one who took joy in the thrill of battle. If only, she could be that strong. Olivia picks up her sword. >Olivia strikes the Valkyrie with brave sword ( 19, 17 ) dealing them 5 damage >The Valkyrie counters with hades (17) dealing 2.5 damage. Oh the pain just strikes again. >The bishop uses hrungnir (9,3) dealing 0 damage The bishop conjures its spell, and strikes, the dancer does her move in turn, pivoting on her heels to turn and twist to reach her sword into their waist. >Olivia counters the bishop (20,6) dealing 6 damage. It was a powerful feat, but unfortunately her flame fades too soon. The Valkyrie brings forth its vengeance, and brings Olivia down for the count again. How many times must she taste death in it’s sweet embrace? >Valkyrie uses Hades (12,6) dealing 2.6 damage > Olivia has fainted @ulircursed

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phantasm barrage — steel round

♠ ~ Her blood was running hot. It was yelling out for her to claim glory. Like, hell, she was going to pause here. Not even to wake up an ally. Besides, she could already see Andrei pulling back out of the corner of her eye. Probably to wake up Sleeping Beauty over there so he’s got it so far as she was concerned. Her, though. Farina’s eyes were on the prize.

Or, more specifically, the last mage left standing, still sporting those arrow marks from where Andrei’s barrage had struck it. It was looking like it was on its last legs as it is and she believed in closing out the match before exhaustion could take hold. So, just as Andrei was retreating, Farina was racing forward.

As Andrei’s barrage had already proven, this one seemed to be especially slow to react. Something she intended to take full advantage of. Just as she’d done with the previous mage she’d faced, once more Farina appeared suddenly in front of her, fists raised to unleash a flurry of blow.

> Farina attacks the Tactician with Brave Knuckles and rolls a 14, 11, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3 (Hit, Hit, Barely, Barely, Barely, Barely, Miss, and Miss), dealing 2.5+2.5+1.5+1.5+1.5+1.5= 11 Damage.

She’d manage to land two solid hits before the phantom had the wise idea of raising its heavy tome to use as a shield and soften the blows. Too little, too late, so far as she was concerned. Two more blows rained out against the tome covers, pressing the book harder and harder against the phantom’s chest. A third punch and then fourth and the phantom simply shattered like glass, leaving the mercenary to punch two more times against open air, unable to halt her own momentum.

> Tactician Remaining HP: 0/15 > The Tactician has been defeated.

For a brief moment, Farina simply stood there, her fist still held out straight out in front of her, punching at nothing but air before she straightened up again, breathing in the satisfaction of a job well done (and the imagined cheers of a crowd cheering her name). Ah, there was just nothing quite like it. Well, she can always celebrate later. For now, though, she may as well head back to the armoury and get herself geared up for the next round.

Turning around, Farina quickly caught sight of a barely awakening pinkette and waved at her cheerfully. “Oh, hey! You’re awake! You missed out on quite the party out here.”, she exclaimed, waving vaguely at the scene of destruction that she and Andrei had just unleashed. Come to think of it, they did just steal all of the dancer’s glory while she was busy taking a dirt nap. Scratching at her cheek awkwardly, Farina couldn’t help but offer the dancer an awkward, cheeky grin. “So, uhhh, had a nice dream back there, Sleeping Beauty?” Well, there was always next round…

@timidsteps

[☆] When the lights all go out, for a dancer- all one waits for is the applause. Yet here, she was no performer- for her goal was to strengthen up her skills to protect. Sadly, Olivia believed she couldn’t even do that. What use was she, if her limbs couldn’t move? A broken ball jointed doll, perhaps? There was much to live for, that’s for sure. This story cannot end. Olivia’s hand twitches. Her lids rise, to wake to the archer on the field, informing her the status of the battle. He warns her of the tactician, to which- her heart jumps by the name. Is it...? A quick glance, towards it’s direction. No... it’s not. “...Thank you, sir.” She gifts the archer a smile. Despite the warning, it seems the blue haired fighter actually plummeted into the battle with stride. The way she moved in the field was breathtaking, and Olivia wondered if she herself could ever be this strong. She was moved to have the desire to applause, but, wasn’t so sure if that was appropriate. Her shoulder’s jolt upon being addressed, and in her embarrassment, her cheeks flushed. “I... I guess I have.” Some help I am... But the blue haired beau just smiled in mirth, trying to lighten the mood. To this, the dancer raises a smile. “Ehe.. I couldn’t remember much... but, you two are amazing.” At the very least, she could attempt to heal again- for who knows what lies next. >Olivia raises her hands to heal Farina. >She rolls a 1. Olivia softly sighs, barely channeling any strength. “I’m sorry this isn’t much... but it’s the least I can do for your amazing display of strength.”

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♠ ~ Okay, they might be wearing the faces of friends but that didn’t mean they were necessarily friendly right now. Farina gave a loud huff of frustration as the advancing phantoms circled around her and decided to try to pick off the weakest, most exhausted of their trio - that pink-haired dancer, who, uh, honestly seemed to be on her last legs.

Deciding that she’d be of far better use coming to her rescue rather than continuing to wrestle with the axeman, who seemed sufficiently distracted by the archer of their group, Farina charged off towards the remaining pair, her fists clenched tightly within her heavy gauntlets. Really, if they had half as much combat awareness as advertised, they’d know better than to ignore her.

Sliding to a halt right in front of the closest phantom, which happened to turn out to be the armoured knight, Farina thrust forward her fist in a straight punch, all the while growling out a frustrated-sounding “Damn it, you! Fight me seriously!”

> Farina punches the Armour Knight with Killer Knuckles.

> She rolls a 14 and a 20 - Hit and a Crit (1 and 2 Damage)

> Armour Knight counters with Short Spear. > It rolls a 4 - Misses (0 Damage)

The first punch caught the phantom knight caught firmly around the jaw, sending it reeling from the impact. Sensing the momentum, Farina then launched her follow-up, an uppercut with her other arm aimed right at its abdomen that sent the phantom bodily off the ground and its counter thrust wildly off-course.

The phantom bounced a few times off the ground before finally catching itself a good few paces away, battered and exhausted but still standing. Farina simply gave herself a short little huff in satisfaction. All in a day’s work. If these projections had half as much sense as the folks they were emulating, they’d know how dangerous she was. Serves them right for ignoring her.

@timidsteps

[☆] Her bones ached, and they knew there wasn’t much time left for her to keep on fighting. She holds out the lantern, in hopes of at the very least... to aid her team before she untimely went. (And judging by how that lord peered right at her, Olivia just Knew they were coming.) Is there...something wrong with my hair? >Olivia uses the lantern and rolls a 5, healing Farina for 1HP “S-sorry! I’m a dancer not a healer! But I hope it helps!” Their hunch was correct, the blue haired lord charged right at her. “!!!” Her arms barely held onto its weapon, shaking just to keep herself standing. “Nngh!” Oh, how she hoped to be put out of her misery. >Lord attacks Olivia with Swordreaver (10), barely hitting her with 1.5 damage >Olivia counters the Lord with a steel sword, barely hitting in turn with 0.5 damage. The other phantom seemed to listen to her prayers, and jabbed her backside with a short spear. With her body unable to move any longer, Olivia falls to the floor, calling out a name as it all fades to black. “Inigo...” >Armor Knight attacks Olivia with a short spear (14) dealing 1.5 Damage. > Olivia has fainted. 0/10 HP @ulircursed

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♠ ~ Oh, she was loving the feel of these gauntlets. Nothing quite beat the feeling of getting all up close and personal. Though, uh, these phantoms quite meant business so Farina had opted to sway them out at the armory with a heavier set. Like that wicked-looking set that looked more like a pair of oversized spikes. Oh, and she may as well add some extra padding for her armour, in case her opponents start getting nastier.

With her preparations roughly complete, the mercenary gave her new equipment a experimental thrust, to see how it felt. Looks good. Feels good. Oh, she’s feeling great! “Haha, feelin’ good! Bring it! What’s up next?”, she declared boastfully. “I’m ready for-Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

She’d recognised the phantoms arrayed in front of them almost immediately. An axe-wielding lordling, a dour-looking armoured knight and a man with, uh, quick hands. All that was missing was a loud-mouthed cleric and…she didn’t seem the type to join in on these kinds of parties to start with.

It would’ve normally been a quite happy reunion…if it weren’t for the fact that they just happened to be glaring at her in a way that, uh, quite honestly, creeped her out. Did they want something? It couldn’t be-Oh, no. It couldn’t be that again, could it?

“Oi!”, Farina cried out, apparently forgetting the fact that as phantoms, they really didn’t have any other expressions. “Stop staring at me like that, damn it! I don’t care what trick you’re trying this time, I’m not giving back any of that gold, ya hear?” …apparently also forgetting that as phantoms, they didn’t have any particular desire for her gold to begin with.

Almost as though it was channelling the spirit of that particular lordling himself, the axeman phantom gave a wordless grunt and barrelled right towards her, his oversized axe raised overhead. She scrambled for a response, crossing her gauntlets together and barely managed to catch the axe as it fell.

> Farina attacks Phantom Lord with Killer Knuckles - rolls a 4 and an 18 - Barely Hit and Crit (0 and 2 Damage)

> Lord Remaining HP: 6/8 HP

> Lord Counters with Swordreaver - rolls an 18 - Crit (2 Damage dealt)

> Farina Remaining HP: 6.5/10 HP

The struggle held for a moment before Farina finally managed to find an opening and push the phantom back with a hard shove and a loud gasp of relief. Damn, did that thing hit hard! For projections, these things were ridiculously realistic. Almost like fighting the real thing. Looks like they’ve got another rough fight ahead….

@timidsteps

[☆] Olivia was tired. She could already feel the exhaustion beginning to seep into her bones, and felt as if she was hardly making a dent in any of these battles. Perhaps these phantoms knew who was the weakest link, but she needed to be able to face them. And aid others if she could. So, she picks up the lantern, alongside with a sturdier sword. One that felt more familiar. The archer heeds his warning, and she gives a nod. Her fighting companions felt more apt than she was, but she must keep going. A rush of blue propels forward, with exuberant energy- the way she moved on the battlefield was oddly inspiring for the dancer. Olivia wields her sword to seek out the strongest. A risky endeavor, and frankly- against the archer’s advice. She should had been careful. >Olivia attacks the Lord > rolls 4, but a sword would be 4-4=0, so a miss >Lord's counterattack is 17, he hits She lets out a cry to the pain. Things felt as if they were closing on in, and she wondered if there would be a way out. Well, as a wise man once told her on the battlefield- she best pick a god and pray. >Olivia hp 3.5/10

@ulirblessed

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Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

[☆] This was oft explored in the far reaches of Olivia's mind as the perils of war when she once resided alongside the Sheppard's made her rethink and retrace her steps constantly. There were things that etched unkindly in her mind- pondering, pondering. What of those children? What sorts of paths were to be had if they had only continued to follow them? Was the world they’ve known beyond saving? If so, that was indeed tragic- but what if it were? What if there was something they could had done? Of course, by the end of the day- those children were simply...children. And even she, upon the callouses of her own two feet- is still naught but a child. If anything, everyone themselves is still one, no matter the age. Which makes the mind wonders, what makes one a man or woman? Oh, the more Olivia dwells over these thoughts, she feels unable to find the other side of the fence. Well, as in many stories and tales she’s learned and come to know, one could decide their own destiny should they take up the metaphorical sword and move.

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