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🎲 scratching on your door dragging my claws

16. A kiss in the rain

He always has an uncanny way of bringing out the childish mannerisms in herself, and as she takes both of his hands in hers, Alear can do absolutely nothing to stop the soft giggle from bubbling forth. The mischief in her gaze is indication enough of the trouble she intends to pull Rafal into, and she moves with intent and purpose as she practically drags him along with her whims. He can complain, he can squawk. He can try to pull away, and he can admonish her-- but deep down, better than anyone else, she knows that he cares, and that he wouldn't trade these moments for anything. Alear certainly wouldn't either, unable to think of any other way she'd rather spend her time than to bask in his company; and as she leads him out into the Somniel's plaza, rain pouring down upon them both, the biggest smile graces her features. "You know," She begins before stopping, adjusting his palms to rest at her hips, making sure they fit snugly against her as an encouragement to get him to play along. "I've never danced in the rain before-- I've heard people say it's quite romantic." With little effort, Alear's arms come to wind around his neck as she presses herself flush against the front of his body, damp bangs already sticking to her forehead.

It's easy, like most things with him are. To fall into a sway that doesn't follow any sort of beat aside from that of their hearts, her head tilting up to gently press their foreheads together. Though her eyes flickered up to meet his, she didn't need to ask to know what his answer would be-- but a light whisper of his name followed regardless, their noses bumping as her laughter mingled with the rain. It's not the first time their lips have met in a kiss, and it would never be the last-- but something about the rain made it feel new, mouths moving in perfect sync as she savored each touch, every pause, each sharp breath drawn between them. He should give her a little credit for her self-control as she pulls away, foreheads remaining pressed together as her eyes stayed closed and she let out a hum of satisfaction. One of her hands leaves to gently take one of his, fingers intertwining in a manner that suggests that perhaps their hands had always been meant to fit together; the sheen of their matching rings in the low sunlight is only solidified evidence, her heart never failing to skip a beat when she recalls exactly what it is that they share with one another. "Thank you-- for indulging me," She whispers, finally moving to lock her eyes with his, finding it so, so easy to become lost in the deep ruby of his irises. Eyes always have been rumored to be the windows to the soul, and Alear can only hope that the love she sees there is reflected in her own. "And for being with me. Always." She leans in to give a last, chaste peck, smiling against his lips before she speaks the most important words to them both; she knows that he's well aware, and always has been-- but Alear will say it as many times as they have days. "I love you." "... But I'm kinda cold now. Maybe this is better saved for the romance novels-"

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🎲 !

6. A gentle peck

"This isn't what I expected...!" Sure, Alear was more than aware of Lapis's upbringing and her affinity for certain things; she was incredibly talented in so many different ways, whether it was through handcrafting certain things or making a presence on the battlefield-- she found it impossible not to admire everything about the other girl, and honestly... maybe she was a little jealous. Not in a bad sense, of course. Lapis inspired her to learn more, to be better-- and directly resulted in hours she had painstakingly put into teaching herself new skills to improve herself. In this moment, however, the aroma of a finely cooked meal distracted her from everything else... and the excitement that came along with finally being able to experience what she had spoken so highly of over the hours they spent together. Color her surprised when the 'meal' she expected turned out to be an entire banquet. Of course, topped off by those yams she had been dying to try from the beginning.

"Surely you didn't have to go to these lengths." Alear almost felt guilty for garnering this much effort from the other, but a sheepish smile at her companion and an quick snag of her hand is what spurs her on in the moment. "But... I appreciate it. I appreciate you, and everything you've done." All it takes is a small squeeze and a quick tug, and she steps closer. It's too easy to lean in, and Alear stops to press their lips together with a chaste kiss, lingering for only the briefest of moments as she begins to feel her face start to burn-- honestly, would she ever get used to showing any kind of affection like that? "I'll make it up to you, promise! Though I'm sure you can cook way better than I can..."

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🎲

43. A bloody kiss

There's no victory that comes without its costs-- whether it's in the form of allies lost, cities leveled into rubble, or years' worth of growth... and in the seconds where Sombron is finally reduced to nothing more than dust on the wind, everything finally catches up to her as the adrenaline subsides. All it takes is one glance down to see the gaping wound that tears through her abdomen, dealt by one of the long talons of the Fell Dragon before his defeat; a shaky hand raises in a feeble attempt to staunch any amount of the red that pools forth, but Alear knows better than anyone else that it's futile. Her vision swims, and a wet cough is all she can manage rather than a cry of help as she falls to one knee, the pristine white of her outfit now stained far past any chance of salvation, and she barely hears the shout of her name as she crumples onto her side. Despite the fact that everything moves sluggishly and her ears ring, she can still make out a particular voice that shouts over everyone else's-- and a shade of red hair that makes it to her side first. Alear's hand reaches to grab Yunaka's, but falters-- and leave it to her friend to make up the distance, catching her before it hits the ground. She's jostled, just a little, and she's vaguely aware of the fact that she's being moved; her head comes to rest in the other's lap, and though she can't register anything that's being said... part of her already knows. Yunaka always had apologized for lying, hadn't she? Now Alear's gone and done the same thing, except this time, she doesn't even have a chance to say sorry for it. It would hurt if she could feel much of anything in this moment, even as she tilts her head back slightly to meet the press of Yunaka's forehead against her own. There's only a little bit of time left for her, and she's always been one to make every second matter-- with grit teeth and a feeble groan of effort, the Divine Dragon barely manages to raise her trembling hand in order to press her palm to her partner's cheek. When their lips brush, it's soft; almost as if this had already been committed to a distant memory, but slowly deepened with an aching desperation-- not from passion. From a hopeless attempt at prolonging the inevitable, a plea for more time, a thank you for every second that lingered. Breaths mingling in the narrow space between them, her eyes lock with the other's, unspoken words compressed into seconds-- I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. There's words I wanted to say, but never got the chance to. I wish I could be here with you. To see this peace with my own eyes-- and through yours. I always did hate seeing you cry. Her mouth opens, and nothing comes out, limp arm hitting the ground with a finality that solidifies the end of this war. And the end of the Divine Dragons of Elyos, placing their world in the hands of humanity alone-- and Alear could never have thought of anyone more capable of leading than those who always stood by her side. It's enough to bring a smile to her face in her final moments, eyes watering only a bit. Thank you, Yunaka. For everything.

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🎲!

31. A kiss to the inner thigh (HELP DICE MAIDEN YOU KNEW.)

(Read more just because heavily suggestive proceed at ur own risk)

The borderline scalding waters of the bath would, under normal circumstances, be relaxing-- but the normally occupied pools of the Somniel are vacant, and instead Alear sits with one other who's taken a seat on the edge of the bath, legs dangling over the edge to dip her toes into the water. Goldmary thankfully has a towel draped over her chest, but it doesn't leave much to the imagination. It's true to the other woman's normal fashion, and she can't help but chuckle as she wades over to gingerly rest her hands on the Elusian's knees as she peers up through damp bangs. There's a lot she could say. But somehow, Alear knows she's heard it all before-- Goldmary's objectively gorgeous, and she catches others' attention wherever she goes. Even a Divine Dragon isn't immune to that, and she ducks her head to rest her cheek against her companion's thigh as one hand pushes insistently to move the opposite leg to the side. Of course, Alear's gaze is focused on Goldmary's face in that moment, lest she lose every ounce of nerve she's gathered. "Are you teasing me?" The sentiment is followed with a light laugh, and Alear's lips brush against the inside of the Elusian's knee as she shimmies closer. Fingertips dig into the plush of her thighs as she makes herself comfortable between her legs, the next kiss following a few inches further up. "That's not very fair, you know." Another. And another-- and another, this time her teeth digging in just enough to provoke a light sting, but not enough to leave a mark. This time. Her tongue runs over the spot in a soothing motion, almost a half-hearted apology, face flushed from how close she is to where she wants to be. "Let me take care of you....?"

Like you have for me in so many different ways before, ever loyal at my side.

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kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

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While it would've been easy to fall into the role of 'helpless noble' with how Vander and the twins hovered around her during her stay on the Somniel, Alear has always made it a point to take care of her own things to the best of her ability. It turns out that a thousand year slumber has ways of turning your day-to-day skills into rusty shambles, and it's been a long journey relearning how to do some chores here and there-- for the most part, though, it's been a seamless transition. However... never once did she think she'd find herself working as an actual maid. There's nothing wrong with it, of course! But as a bucket of cleaning supplies is shoved into one of her hands and a uniform in the other, Alear blinks up at the supervisor who only returned her confusion with a scowl. "Well, girl? Get changed. Do you think you can serve the Viscount with rags like that on? If you're not going to be terribly useful, the least you can do is look pretty." She... really doesn't know how to respond to that, other than with a grimace. Part of her wants to look indignant, and to express disapproval over such behavior, but.... she has a feeling those words would fall on deaf ears, and the woman is leaving already regardless. Surely this isn't normal treatment for these workers, is it? Surely it's only because she's new, right? Either way, the Divine Dragon heaves a sigh and scurries off to a bathroom to change into this ridiculous outfit, not even bothering to look at herself in the mirror. Alear already knows it'll bring her nothing but shame, and what she can't see won't hurt her... right? Stepping out of the restroom with her normal attire tucked under her arm, she's ushered to an empty bedroom that seems to be mostly put together... with the exception of unkempt sheets and dusty surfaces. Thankfully, though, she's not alone-- and of everyone she could think to accompany her, she thanks her lucky stars that it's Yunaka. "Oh! They gave you this.... this outfit too, huh?" Alear laughs nervously, finger scratching at her cheek in a sheepish gesture. "It's certainly not my style. But you look cute, at least!" Somehow, she doesn't think that makes the situation more bearable for either of them at all. "Cleaning is easy enough, but... information gathering?" She muses as she steps to a desk on the edge of the room, fingers running over the dusty surface. "It's not like we can just ask. I can play it cool, though, trust me!" (The accuracy of that statement has yet to be tested.) @dcggersedge

you mean i have to do this for 40 hours a week? forever?

Any Skill +1 w/ @dcggersedge

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Being in a position like hers, Alear's had enough experience being shoved into stuffy clothing for the sake of appearances. This, however, is a completely different matter-- the corset around her waist feels more like rope binding her in place, a wince plastering itself across her face as the veil over her eyes shields the expression she makes from the guests that crowd around her and the man assigned to her as her 'groom'-- Emblem Chrom, of all people. This is a moment where she's extremely grateful that he wouldn't recall the times they've spent together, as it shields her pride a bit from the severe blow it's taking from being touted as his... his... wife-to-be. She just has to remind herself that it's for a good reason. Really! To shield a young couple from those who would love to see their downfall, to allow their love to blossom instead of being stomped out before it truly has a chance to develop.... Alear heaves a sigh there-- well, as much as she can, anyways. The way the bodice digs into her ribs causes it to sound more like a wheeze than anything, and she turns to offer Chrom a quick wave. "I apologize, we haven't had a chance for proper introductions yet," Alear extends a gloved hand to him, raising her veil with the other just enough to flash a smile in his direction. It's strange, pretending like they haven't spent time together at each other's side... but she understands, and perhaps it's a conversation topic for a later moment. "Not the best circumstances for us to become acquainted in... but I'm Alear." "Sounds like they were desperate for help. And, well, I'm not one to turn someone down when they need a hand like this... though I didn't expect to be playing the role of the bride!" "I think just being a bodyguard would've been much, much easier..." @soulsaligned

not the 'engage' i meant...

Sword+1 w/ @soulsaligned

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[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

There. Alear steps a little more forward than she should on a swing, so Yunaka's takes the chance. Her ankle hooks around the back of the dragon's and pulls to get her off balance, while she uses her forearm to shove her backwards. Alear tumbles, and Yunaka follows.

Her knees hit the ground on either side of Alear's waist as she settles on top of her, forearm pressing along the length of her chest to push and pin her down to the ground. Yunaka's other hand flips her knife to hold the blade against her palm and hold the hilt over Alear's neck as she frowns down at her.

"You're getting too close for now reason." She scolds her. "You have a sword that has length, keep the enemies at the end of it unless you're sure you can kill them. Up close is for people like me."

Point made, she holds the knife there a moment longer before shoving it back into its hiding place with a sigh. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

While Alear has plenty of certainty in her skill with the blade, she knows full well that those who accompany her into battle are just as equal in measure with their weapons of choice-- and perhaps it inspires her to push herself harder, to go the extra mile. They give everything that they have on the battlefield, overcoming their fear (or lack thereof) to protect the Elyos they've shaped together... and how could she ignore that, and allow herself to grow complacent? It makes her reckless at times, though. Too desperate to improve, too quick to be impulsive. And in the seconds that she feels Yunaka's ankle wrap around her and pull, Alear lets out a wounded yelp of surprise as she tumbles backwards, her practice sword clattering to the ground a few feet away. Face flushed with exertion and chest heaving, Alear peers up at her with slightly hazy eyes, a result of her disorientation. It takes only a few seconds for her to catch her breath before she laughs, holding her hands up in mock surrender as she doesn't even flinch at the pressure against her neck. It's not a blade, sure-- but even if it was, the fact that Yunaka was the one holding it would negate any fear she could possibly feel. "Got me again," She wheezes through huffy breaths, her bangs mussed in every which direction. Such is a casualty of war, she supposes, gloved hand trying to keep stray damp strands out of her eyes. "You just-- You make it look so easy!" There's a lot of truth to that, and Alear certainly knows better than to try to actually emulate such skill in a real battle. "I'm fine, promise. I'm tougher than that, you'll have to hit me a lot harder." The smile that follows is meant as reassurance, hands absentmindedly resting against Yunaka's knees as a hint of childish zest flickered in the depths of her gaze. Sure, she's struck with the inspiration of trying to flip them over in this second... but she knows already that her companion is too vigilant to allow it. Regardless, she tries. She throws her weight to the side with a grunt, flounders for a second, then flops back onto the ground with a groan of defeat. "Well... I tried. .... Again?"

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[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

It was not singly in Rafal's—the Fell Heir's—nature to exact harm. In accordance with his desire for atonement, at times he might even position himself helpfully for the uses of others. Or even do so simply because it concerned an individual of his fond regard.

Landing his eyes upon the turned back of the Divine Dragon, his first instinct was indeed to help. Salvation for the futile fingers that grasped emptily for a book far behind their reach, a slight sheen of shimmering at pale temples. The second was to wander: gaze drifting up and over the young woman's tensed calves, the strained feet teetering on the tips of their toes, the back of her head. An overarching air of total obliviousness, helplessness, judged providential for all predators who might stalk up on the divinity from behind as Rafal did, gone quietly unnoticed. Time and opportunity at their vast disposal, a crippling bite at any moment of their choosing. Uncomplicated success for any potential assassin.

In that regard, most fortunate was Alear that it was Rafal here. And Rafal alone. He shook his head with a sigh, all to his own, and brushed against her in his reach for the top shelf. Tall versus short, instant versus protracted; by contrast, an easy victory compared to her predetermined defeat. This version of the Divine One had everything but height. He butted the spine of the book against her forehead lightly.

"—You would do well to pay better heed to your surroundings, Divine One. Reliance upon your allies is all well and good, but I trust you remember the last time someone you were convinced you knew put you to betrayal. What dire effects were had because of it." He dropped the book into her hands on the tail end of that warning. There was no trace of Nil in his demeanor any more, but his call to prudence was no less valuable. If not Nil, then there would be someone else who saw fit to seize their advantages over a distracted hero, as viciously and as terribly. Without a second thought.

A clearing throat: "Ahem. Not that I would ever assume that role again."

Teetering on the very tips of her toes still doesn't give her the edge she needs to reach the novel she had chosen-- but Alear has always had a bit of a stubborn streak, and her lower lip sticks out slightly as she frowns in a rather childish expression. She's in the process of thinking over the possibility of jumping to bridge the last few inches before she feels something brush against her back, and instead an undignified yelp of surprise escapes despite her best attempts to conceal it. The Divine Dragon whirls on her heel quickly, mouth opened in preparation for admonishment only until she feels the light 'thunk' of the spine against her forehead. It's instinct to swat at it, though her frown mixed with indignation quickly fizzles out when she realizes who's decided to accompany her. Instead, the corners of her lips twitch upwards into a smile, and she graciously accepts the offering of the book-- but not without reaching out to grab his hand in return. "Rafal!" Perhaps it's more enthusiastic than she intended, but she's grateful for the help regardless. "Mmm... I know, I know. Circumstances were certainly different then. But now, knowing you're lingering around the Monastery, I know I'll be safe; and there's no misconception to be had in that." Alear is dodging the topic only slightly, though the mischief that sparkles in the depths of her gaze is indication enough that she's doing it on purpose. Yet there is undeniable truth to her words, and an unwavering trust that can't be shaken by anything or anyone. "Always swooping in to save the day, no matter what. My hero who reaches the top shelf for me." There's more things she could list along to that accolade bestowed upon him, perhaps too many. How different her life would be without his presence. She can't stifle the giggle that follows, giving his hand a light squeeze as emphasis. "Don't let it go to your head too much, though. You've only got a few inches on me."

"... And transforming is cheating!"

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[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

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Ingrid was used to the cold; the winter here was mild compared to the frigid days back home. But even she wasn’t immune to the icy bite of sleet soaking through clothing, and neither, it seemed, was Alear. Still, Ingrid had only been outside for a short while, and was faring much better than the shivering knight before her.

She opened up another horse blanket, gingerly draping it around Alear’s shoulders, keeping a respectful arm’s length. “Um, these are freshly laundered,” she explained apologetically. Thank the Goddess. They’d mostly have to be washed again, of course, after Ingrid had set the pile on the ground to free both of her hands. But that was of little concern at the moment; she could bring them to the stables at another time.

“We should really find you something hot to drink,” Ingrid noted with growing concern. She rose to her feet, extending a tentative helpful hand. “Are you able to stand?”

Of all the time spent in Elyos, Alear can't seem to think of a time in which she had faced cold this biting-- sure, Elusia had its fair share of savage winters, the ice-laden peaks offering no safe haven to anyone brave enough to travel its borders... but it held no candle to the frigid temperatures that caused her teeth to chatter quietly. Gloved hands rubbed at her upper arms in a desperate attempt to create some sort of heat for her body to absorb; but at this rate, it wouldn't be anywhere near enough. Divine Dragon or not, she was just as susceptible to hypothermia as anyone else was. At least, she was pretty sure she was-- it's a theory Alear would rather not put to the test in this moment. The comforting warmth of a blanket rounding her shoulders draws her out of her thoughts, her gaze flickering upwards to settle on Ingrid's face. Another stranger, so willing to help a girl she'd never seen before-- everyone at Garreg Mach had been so welcoming already. Alear nodded frantically in response, tugging the drape over her even further. "Y-yeah... I can. Thank you-- you didn't have to do all of that. I feel bad, I've messed up your work," Alear murmurs quietly, though loud enough for Ingrid to hear over the whistling of the winds outside of the stable. "As you can see, I'm not quite used to the weather here..." "Or snow in general, really. You're not cold...?"

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" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

It feels like that's not the first time she's heard such a teasing term, but it is the first time she's heard it accompanied by that voice-- Alear groans in discomfort as she shuffles under the blankets draped across her, using what little strength she has remaining to prop herself up against the arm of her couch in order to peer over the top of her covers to assess the situation. It's not one of her friends, but... there's no reason to distrust her, and the Divine Dragon lets out a pathetic little cough followed by a miserable sniffle. "I'm sorry," She sounds nasally, no doubt from all the congestion. "I didn't mean to worry you. Thank you, for all of your help, Miss....?" She never caught her name, and in all honesty, there's little that Alear recalls from the day before anyways. She does remember stumbling in the hallway, burning up with fever... and she thinks she can think of a hazy version of Dorothea's face approaching and asking her if she needed help. Anything past that, though, is a complete blank. "I'm better, I promise. It's nothing, just a pesky cold!" Maybe those words would be more convincing if she looked any amount of put together, and not pale and pasty. "If it weren't for you, though, I'd have never made it back to my dorm. So.... thank you. Really." "When this is all over with, let me make it up to you. A treat-- on me." She pauses, eyes flashing with a hint of concern. "Just be careful, okay? I don't want to get you sick...!"

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

[aliberation]

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!

" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "

" you're burning up. "

" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "

" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

" you look like hell. "

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "

" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "

" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "

" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "

" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "

" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "

" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "

" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "

" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "

" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "

" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "

" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "

" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "

" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "

" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "

" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "

" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "

" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "

" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "

" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "

ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):

[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.

[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.

[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.

[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.

[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.

[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.

[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.

[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.

[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.

[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.

[aliberation]

The multicolor hair is hard to see from a distance, but Corrin can still make out the mixed hues from a distance. Is... is that?

"Peri?! Is that you?"

Corrin runs over to who she assumes to be her knightly friend, until... huh. That isn't pink and blue, just red and blue.

"Oh. Sorry. Thought you were someone else. Apologies!"

Corrin gives a small curtsy (after all, interrupting a Knight of Seiros is not a good thing to do,) but she can feel the gaze on her, even still.

"...Do I have something on my uniform?"

...That was probably rude, actually.

"Sorry."

A name that holds no familiar memory tumbles from the visage of an old ally, and Alear has to stifle the reaction of joy that nearly bubbles forth. Emblem Corrin, of course, had been such a loyal companion for what felt like an eternity— and like all the others, when sent to their final slumber, missed as heavily as every ally was. As every friend was.

To see her here…. to hear her voice again…. She can’t help but to break out into a brilliant smile, easily laughing off the interruption into her thoughts.

“No, it’s okay! Really! As weird as it sounds, I’m glad you stopped me.”

It’s a whole conversation for another time, but Alear extends her hand in a shake. Though recollection flashes in the depths of her two-toned gaze, she knows it won’t be returned… and that’s okay. They can learn one another all over again, and experience the joys of Corrin’s companionship a second time.

She’s worth the effort. All of the Emblems are. Now’s the time to see them in their true forms, and she couldn’t be more honored.

“I’m Alear. I’m sorry if I was staring— you just…. surprised me, is all. You remind me of someone I used to know.”

[aliberation]

beautiful woman! engage!

Are you sure you aren’t an Emblem, Miss Dorothea…..?

Because I think we should engage- 😳 I’ve got a ring with your name on it…!

[aliberation]

Fire Emblem Engage [1/??]

[aliberation]

Alear (Lueur), Knight of Seiros Assistant at The Officers' Academy. Divine Dragon of Elyos. "The joy you have known, the pain you have felt, the prayers you have whispered and answered- they shall ever be your strength and your comfort."

Links: Dossier | Mun | Stats

GENERAL INFO

Regarding f!Alear's presence in TOA! In collaboration with m!Alear (Ren), she will be portrayed as his sibling. As such, they have both experienced all canon events over the course of Engage with a single exception. My Alear HAS NOT been revived as an Emblem and will have no abilities concerned with the status of being the 13th Emblem. Any references made to that occurrence in Engage canon will be automatically defaulted to Ren's Alear, with mine only having experienced the loss of her brother (albeit briefly). She will freely reference her brother in general, however, and she will be aware of everything that did happen to him-- she just didn't experience it herself. If there are any questions about this then please feel free to DM me about it and we can figure it out!

To reduce confusion between the two avatars, you may refer to her as either the EN "Alear" or the JP "Lueur." I figure this might be easier in the event that both are in the same thread/group.

AS IT STANDS, Alear is completely undecided on what house she would like to pledge her loyalty to. Based off of her interactions, bonds, and experiences with each house-- your muse's actions will have a direct influence on which direction she chooses to go. I will be providing a tracker of her inter-house interactions soon and putting a link up.

Other important guidelines under the cut!

ASKS

Anything with shipping content is going to be considered AU unless otherwise specified and previously discussed.

Unprompted asks are always accepted and loved!

SHIPPING

I am 100% open to shipping on Alear, but it is not a priority. If there is OOC comfortability and IC chemistry with build-up, we can discuss things when the situation arises!

I will not, however, preplan any ships OOC.

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