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(yo sorry ive been vanishing

over hte summer im working full time and im still getting used to working so many hours

i’ll try to catch up in a day or two)

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vaalkyrja:

footsteps muffled against the plush carpeting precede the gentleness of hands settling at her waist with the airiness of a bird alighting upon a branch. slowly, she relaxes, attuning herself again to the way his touch slides down her back, and lets herself be pulled to rest against his chest, eyes closing at the kiss. she has been starved of this, she realizes then — of loving touch and affirmation. more than anything, she has missed the way he reaffirms their relationship in a hand upon her waist, in the easy closeness they share.

his words soothe some of her anxieties, and she exhales slowly. a mild repartee dances on her tongue — something about flattery — but she can’t bring herself to even make light of his words when he says them so earnestly. perhaps her lack of answer is answer enough, indicative enough of her uncertain thoughts. but now isn’t the time to make clive worry even more, so she turns to face him when he wraps his fingers around her hand, and smiles when he brings it up to brush his lips against her knuckles.

❝ you’re right, of course, ❞ she exhales, acquiescing to his gentle cajoling and allowing him to guide her over to the bed. spacious and soft, it feels even more like a cloud than she could have ever remembered after four months sleeping on stiff, cold stone. 

fog already creeping over her mind as she climbs onto the mattress, it’s muscle memory that gets her the rest of the way there. she doesn’t recall anything save for the blessed plushness of the pillows and the enfolding embrace of clive’s arms — && even these are but half-formed impressions as sleep quickly comes over her. her breathing has slowed and quieted with deep, much-needed rest by the time the covers are pulled over them. 

Feeling her safe in his arms once more, Clive was able to finally relax. The softness of the bed and hearing her softly breathe caused him to all but melt against her and the mattress. The worries of the day vanished instantly, and his powerful arms pull her closer against his chest, fingers threading through her hair to keep her close to him.

His eyes flutter shut, face pressed into her hair, and he finally allows himself to sleep, his breathing evening out alongside hers. Exhaustion wins over, and he sleeps deeply, snoring just a bit as he rests.

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The days that follow were long. Meetings. Discussions of what to do next. Regaining strength in the fortress. It’s a long period, and Clive is prepared, working alongside Alm and offering his own advice and his words to him. The boy was good...they would be just fine, but Clive couldn’t help and speak up often enough. A flaw of his, to get involved.

But it was his beloved that had him at the most concerned. She had lost weight, so much of her muscle mass gone, and her body thin and weak. Constantly she looked exhausted, even if she never voiced it. Maybe it was just his constant fretting and worrying, but he couldn’t leave her alone, a reassuring hand on her back or a soft word of concern for her…

When they had a moment of freedom Clive is at her side, as usual. A tall figure beside her, a monument of protection and love for her, the man tilts his head a bit and smiles, cupping her cheek gently to get a better look at her. Even her face was etched in exhaustion and malnourishment…

“You look a little bit better. How do you feel? The days rest has done you good.”

Maybe she’d wish to train soon.

shaking hands || closed w/ vaalkyrja

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softl y cr i e s

clive’s heroes art is gorgeous

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Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

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((WHEN INTSYS RELEASES MORE SOV UNITS

INCLUDING YOUR WIFE

AND YOU WEEP BC YOU HAVE 4.25% ON THE SUMMER BANNER))

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😊

Answered here!

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😊

😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest?

Clive: WHEN THE BOY CAN FINALLY SLEEP AND THERES NO WARS. But honestly he’s very happy just being with people. No training to worry about. No responsibilities. Just spending time with who’s closest to him and enjoying company. He’s a very big social butterfly. However, he won’t say to being able to sleep past six is a very enjoyable experience.

Mun: I really love food?? I love eating. I love food oh my goodness. I love being able to eat something good and not having work or school to worry about and getting some of my games of my backlog done. Mmmmm goodshit.

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📻

📻 = What music genre do the mun and muse listen to the most? Any favorite bands?

Clive: Clive’s a big old slut for dancing. Any music that he can dance to, especially with someone else, he enjoys. That fancy crap at parties he likes only because it gives him an excuse to dance with a partner. He’s recently become entranced with more common music, like when some of the Deliverance drags him to the pubs to hear the music they put on. He loves it.

Mun: I’m really bad at picking out music??? I listen to the radio in my car so it usually ends up being whatever’s popular, which I don’t mind. Some bands I do like is Imagine Dragons and Twenty One Pilots. Don’t ask me what individual singers I like I’ll give you answers a middle aged soccer mom would give lol

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🎸?

🎸 = Can either the mun or muse play an instrument? Which one(s)?

Clive: Our buddy here’s trained in the piano. A requirement when he was a young noble, to “make a more well rounded individual”. He doesn’t mind it too much, but doesn’t see much use in it. He’s aware of some other instruments, but he’s most well versed in the piano.

Mun: lol i touched a violin once

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💩 + 🗺 ?~

💩 = What do the mun and muse usually do when they feel bad?

Clive: He’ll scold himself usually. Very much filled with self hatred, as evident for his own thoughts on what happened with the Deliverance. If he’s having a bad day he’ll grow very quiet and reserved, and if someone speaks to him he’s filled with negative thoughts. During these periods he usually can’t sleep. When he’s alone he cries.

Mun: I sleep and eat a lot lol. But also I won’t stop crying?? Just whoops. There it goes the waterworks won’t stop. I’m similar to Clive in that I’ll shut down but be a mess when spoken to. I can’t handle things well tbh.

🗺 = Where would the mun and muse like to travel to most? Have they ever traveled away from their home city/state/country?

Clive: Clive would love to go to Archanea and see the neighboring continent! At least after the wars now. He always was a fan of travel, and would love to see the neighboring country to learn what it holds. But he would like to see the Mila Temple, and this was before the war and the struction. Now it holds not much meaning with the destruction of the gods.

Mun: I’ve travelled decently often, but only to two other states. Nothing too exciting. I go there often enough to visit family, but I haven’t been much elsewhere. Was on a cruise to the Caribbean--does that count?

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What about Mathilda and Fernand in a poly relationship w/ him? :0

:0!!!

best girl and her best boys?

sign me up...

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feRNAN D

FINGERGUNS LOUDLY

OK

YEAH THEY’RE LIKE OTP STATUS

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Mun VS Muse — send a symbol!

😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest? 😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest? 😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest? 👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse? 💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place? 💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous? 💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends? 💜 = How would the mun and muse describe their relationship with their parents and/or siblings? ❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush? 💩 = What do the mun and muse usually do when they feel bad? 🛍 = What sort of things do the mun and muse usually shop for? What is the last thing either of them bought? 🗺 = Where would the mun and muse like to travel to most? Have they ever traveled away from their home city/state/country? 🚿 = Do the mun and muse have any bathing routines? Any habits like singing in the shower? 🎈 = How do the mun and muse react to surprises? When is the last time either was surprised and what surprised them? 🎁 = What sorts of gifts do the mun and muse like? What were the last gifts they gave and received? 📚 = What sorts of books do the mun and muse like to read? Do you they have a favorite author or book? 📕 = What was the last book the mun and muse read? What genre was it? How would they rate it? Are they currently reading anything? 🎮 = What genre of video games do the mun and muse like best? What are their favorite systems and video games? 📻 = What music genre do the mun and muse listen to the most? Any favorite bands? 🎸 = Can either the mun or muse play an instrument? Which one(s)? 🍳 = What are the mun’s and muse’s favorite foods? 🍎 = What do the mun and muse like to eat for a snack? ☕ = What drinks do the mun and muse like best? Do they prefer cold or hot drinks? 🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks? 💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine? 🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse? 🌙 = Are the mun and muse more morning, day, or night people? When are they the most relaxed? When do they get the most work done? 🎨 = Do either the mun or muse have artistic talents? What are they? 🎬 = What genre of movies do the mun and muse like best? What are their favorite movies? Do they prefer watching alone or with others? Do they prefer watching at home or in the theater? 💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other? 🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

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witch: *teleports next to Clive*

Clive:

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i want a man to hold me like clive holds fernand

((same.))

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vaalkyrja:

if she’s honest with herself, the thought of returning to him has been the only thing that kept her going as well. and now that it’s a hope realized again && she will be able to spend the night in his arms again, with his familiar weight beside her in bed … ! just the anticipation is enough to fill her with that giddy excitement that only he has ever been capable of making her feel. but she can’t get too worked up, not in her current state. biting her lip to keep a grin at bay, she works the grimy old tunic up and over her head, glad to be out of it and to free her skin to the breath of air again, even if it’s just the musty air of an old fortress.

she would blush at being topless in the presence of another, but it’s nothing clive hasn’t seen countless times before && even then, her back is turned to him as she bends down to shuffle out of the equally worn cotton trousers, keeping the full sight of her breasts to the realm of his memory, at least for now. 

❝ when have i ever minded your presence, ❞ she parries back, still playful and pleased with his compliment and the warm sound of his laughter. that sound alone eases tension from her muscles that she hadn’t even known she’d carried.

whether or not he watches, she picks up the nightdress, for those brief moments dressed only in her underclothes, the slope of her back and curve of her slender figure bared fully to him. ❝ although i’m certain that your ‘ valkyrie ’ has lost some of her luster. ❞ she delivers it jokingly, but in the back of her mind can’t help but worry that the months of captivity and malnourishment have diminished what clive finds attractive about her. glancing down at herself, she already finds herself much thinner than she would like. 

in a rare moment of self-consciousness, she slips quickly into the dress, pulling her hair out from beneath the silken fabric that hangs loosely off her now-slim frame. in the past, she’s never been the sort to worry about catching men’s eyes, nor has she ever had any reason to believe that clive would be so shallow as to only appreciate her for her looks, but what can she say? any woman likes to look their best for their beloved, and she knows that she’s far from her best right now. it’s because she’s been apart from him for four long months, she tells herself; it’s the longest they’ve ever been separated continuously ever since they’d first met, if memory serves her, and she’s re-adjusting to everything that had once been familiar.

She’s lost weight, Clive realizes instantly. The way her body curves and the way that bones are now visible on her frame startles him. It’s not views of beauty that has his mind filled with such heavy thoughts, but its the concerns and worries that permeate his mind. Gone for four months, the evidence of her abuse and malnutrition is evident upon her form, upon her exhaustion.

Clive knows that she is certainly capable--much more than he is. She’s powerful, she’s smart, she’s experienced...she’s everything he ever wanted to be and wants to be in the future. And now to see her like this, so broken and beaten, all he wants to do is to hold her in his arms and protect her from the world. Always she has been skilled and have been the one protecting him, but now he wanted to never let her go again.

His eyes wander on her form, but not to catch a sight of her beauty, but rather to make note of every mark, every sign of her starvation on her body. All of it was committed to memory, filling him with a determination to continue on in this war. If someone such as important to him as Mathilda was taken down like this...they needed to be stopped.

When the nightgown is upon her body, Clive’s attention snapped back to her, and he moved to her side once more. His hand slides against her back, and he pulls her close against his form, pressing a kiss to her temple very gently.

“Nonsense.” he whispered out, nuzzling his nose in her hair once more. “You are my Mathilda, and are the most beautiful warrior I have ever laid eyes on. Never think otherwise...to see that you have survived is the most beautiful thing in the world right now.”

His fingers curl round hers, and his lips press against her knuckles.

“Come, my darling. Please, rest in bed. Let me wrap my arms around you and tend to you. I can only sleep well knowing that you are against my body and safe beside me.”

shaking hands || closed w/ vaalkyrja

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Clive Beach Headcanons

im fashionably late with them beach headcanons

Clive burns like a baby. He’s always putting on sunblock, and even then he still manages to burn somehow. He’s always meticulously putting it back on, every hour on the hour. The dude’s scared to death of getting burned and all that nonsense.

He really enjoys swimming. It’s not rare to find him spending the whole day in the water, only coming out for more sunblock. He loves loves the water, and rarely gets a chance to enjoy it, so he takes full advantage of floating or feeling the waves against him.

He’s team mom and packs enough snacks and drinks for everyone. If you need something he totally has it in his too many bags of shit he brought. 

The only time he’ll come out of the water excluding sunblock is if there’s any sort of games going on like volleyball. He is ALL OVER THAT. He’s not incredibly good at those kinds of games, but finds himself getting very into it and keeping careful track of the score.

Despite bringing all the food and shit he’ll still go and buy ice cream and other beach crap. Going to the beach is a treat, so he’ll go all out and eat what he normally can’t eat.

He’ll usually end up wearing himself out from being in the water for so long and end up falling asleep next to Mathilda or Fernand. That’s when he forgets to reapply and ends up getting burned in some strange areas.

He’s the type of guy to convince everyone to go in the water with him and wouldn’t give up until they’re in with him.