raijintosworn

[raijintosworn]

i have something to ask of you, but only for 25 turns. afterwards, i wil🎲

kiss roulette ; not accepting 38 - A kiss while one party is carried

So, maybe they ought to stop serving alcohol at staff parties.

This is a faint thought that graces the back of Ryoma's mind after one too many glasses of something strong. But he's too tipsy to think much more about it.

He can't even explain what prompted this. It was a discussion of tales of old, of knights rescuing princesses from towers. And, of course, all one can do is demonstrate such a tale. He knows that scooping up a random woman would look terrible.

Scooping up Seteth? What's the worst he could do, fire Ryoma?

(Well, yes. But who cares?)

And what does one do with a rescued princess? Well, they get a kiss, of course! Ryoma kisses Seteth's cheek, as if this is something he does every day of his life.

It won't be until later that he realises just how much trouble he will be in.

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🎲 /wheeze

kiss roulette ; not accepting 14 - a kiss to the stomach

this is NOT safe for work. it's not terribly explicit, but yeah, there is sexual content

How many times had they done this now? Ryoma can't say.

But this time, he can't help the feeling this might be the last time.

He takes his time with Karel, who lays down on the bed. Hard to imagine there was a time Ryoma had been embarrassed. It all feels rather pointless now, doesn't it? His hands take in the shape of Karel, down his lithe form. He dips down, hands moving down as he moves down Karel's body.

He watches Karel's reactions carefully. Ryoma is all too aware of Karel's arousal, but what's the point in jumping right in? He leans down, as if he might press a kiss further down, but he doesn't. His kiss lands on Karel's stomach instead.

Ryoma can't help the wry smile as he keeps trailing kisses against the other man's stomach. It's strangely intimate, for a man whose only intimacy were these trysts.

What does he feel for Karel? It's a question he cannot answer. He's rather fond of Karel, and he's rather fond of these nights spent together. Isn't that enough?

Is it not enough to simply enjoy the sounds Karel makes, the way his body moves, when Ryoma does finally grant him pleasure?

Maybe, for now, that is answer enough.

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4. A kiss to the top of the head I am not leaving that up to the dice

kiss roulette to the top of the head ; not accepting

Ryoma knows he shouldn't really have attachments to students.

It's a little more complicated than that. Whether she likes it or not, Mitama is a little piece of home. She's the daughter of a family friend. She's... well, she's not quite family, but she's something important. Even if neither of them can quite parse what that is.

He doesn't understand quite why he feels comfortable enough to reach out to her. He tilts Mitama's head down, and presses a kiss to the crown of her head.

Would it be strange to say that if he had a daughter, he'd hope she was like Mitama? Possibly. She's a sweet, earnest girl.

Perhaps Ryoma is simply feeling sentimental. He can't tell. He hopes she'll forgive this sentimental moment of his.

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🎲 ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

kiss roulette ; not accepting 3 - Kiss to the forehead

"Have I ever told you how proud I am of you, Sakura?"

He stroked his little sister's hair affectionately. Ryoma couldn't help the fond smile. He couldn't believe this was the same shy little girl. She had grown so much, she was so much more confident, she was a woman now.

"Because I am very proud of you. In all that you have become, I am proud of you."

He pushed some of her hair back, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He remembered kissing her forehead when she was just a baby, but she wasn't a baby anymore. It was hard to believe that she had grown up.

He wondered if he'd ever stop thinking of her as his baby sister. He didn't think so.

"I love you very much, Sakura. Please don't ever forget that."

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heavy lies the blade

[ Swordmaster mastery drabble; 448 words]

Ryoma was a child when he first felt the weight of a real blade.

It had been training swords before, a toy that he swung around and pretended to be a great hero and even greater king. Up until that point, it had only been a game to him. He swelled with pride when he practiced his training moves on imagined foes, cutting them down with ease.

The game stopped when he felt the cold metal in his hands.

It was sharp - even without testing the edge, he could tell. It was heavier than what he was used to, but he could still hold it. The katana wobbled in his uncertain hands. He would need to become accustomed to the feeling of a real katana, he was told. He would need to be stronger, for himself and for his people. He would need to be the king that Hoshido deserved.

He stared down at the slice of his reflection in the blade. A man’s eyes looked back up at him, the eyes of a king, his gaze sharp. This was what he had wanted. Ryoma, the king of Hoshido - this was his destiny. His hands looked so small wrapped around the hilt.

He should have known then that this would be the end of his childhood.

Ryoma can’t help but reflect on that now, as he polishes his academy-issued iron sword. He looks down at his reflection, and sees the eyes of a curious little boy looking up at him, full of hope for a future he can’t understand. Ryoma smears more oil onto the metal, and the reflection becomes too smudged to make out. That boy would be disappointed if he knew what would become of him.

Ryoma is no prince. He is no king. He is a man who walks somewhere between life and death, a purgatory built just for him. This much, he is certain of.

He may have been training with a blade since he was young, but could he truly call himself a master of swords? Were he a man of any talent, the war would have tipped in his favour. Perhaps he could have saved his family. He could have stopped Corrin. Maybe, but he didn’t. He had failed his family, and his people. He had failed all he was supposed to protect.

Ryoma sheathes his blade. He knows dwelling on those ‘what ifs’ doesn’t help. He will live with his mistakes, for as long the gods deem fit. This is his punishment.

The sword he carries now is not the same as the one he had once carried. It’s a different weight, a different size, but it’s heavy all the same.

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Ryoma doesn’t expect that. Instinctively, he pulls Ena away from him. “I’m sorry,” he says, “but there’s no need to be so rude.”

He tugs Ena with him as they walk away. He shoots the man a glare, but the man doesn’t look back. He looks down at Ena. “Are you okay?” He can’t believe someone would be so rude - they’re just kids! Ryoma had been polite, too. It was clear they were lost, and just needed a little help.

“When I grow up, I’ll make sure no one is so rude to people,” he says. He’s got that power, doesn’t he? Though, he wonders if he can really do some kind of royal decree. Hear ye, hear ye: don’t be a jerk. Still, it sounds like a nice idea, doesn’t it? “Especially children.”

Though, he feels bad. They’ve been at this for ages, and still haven’t found this Nasir. Some grandfather he is.

(Then again, Ryoma also hasn’t found his mother, so maybe he shouldn’t criticise.)

“I’m sorry we haven’t found your grandpa yet,” Ryoma says. “I don’t know why everyone is being so rude today.” He shakes his head. “Do you want to see if we can sneak some food from the food hall?” A break would be good, he thinks.

big brother mode activated

( TOA anniversary board - any skill +1 )

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Ryoma thought he would be alone in the training grounds.

He’d grown used to the swords at the academy, but they still didn’t feel quite right. There were many sword types here, and he had his own standard issue iron sword, which he didn’t mind. He worked with it. He could teach with it. But it wasn’t the blades of back home. He missed them dearly. All that he had was Raijinto.

Raijinto, a blade he never wished to use again. Raijinto, who still called to him like an old friend. Raijinto, which he had picked up, sheathed, and taken to the training grounds.

When the girl practically runs into him at full pelt, Ryoma is winded, but he remains standing. He should have realised he wouldn't be alone when he smelled burning and that acrid feeling magic uses after being used. He's about to excuse himself when he's asked about the sword at his hip.

“This? Ah.” He looks fondly at the sheathed sword; his beloved blade, and his worst companion. “It's a type of sword known as a katana.” He doesn't name it; its name feels like a treasure secret now. “I don't believe I've ever seen one in the academy's armoury.” If he had, he would have asked for that instead of the blade he usually carries.

“I suppose the importing costs alone would be too high to really have them here,” Ryoma says thoughtfully. “I do wonder if other places have interesting blades. Such as yours. What is that?” He gestures at the zig-zag blade. “I'm not sure if I've seen a blade like that.” Maybe he has, but after a certain point, one doesn't look too closely at the weapons their attackers use.

My Choppical Romance

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Ryoma could say that Kurthnaga seems so young to be king, but he doesn’t. He could ask if Kurthnaga is, instead, denouncing his title. He doesn’t say that, either, because he knows that’s incorrect, too. “I apologise for assuming. I know how heavy that crown is when you must wear it at far too young an age, so I’d rather assume you were only a prince.”

At least when Sumeragi died, Ryoma wasn’t alone; nor was Mikoto. They had each other. Still, it’s a duty he wished on no one, let alone someone so young. That’s the reality of being born into a noble house.

Ryoma pauses for a moment. He could tell Kurth the truth. He’ll walk down a long road, and walking that road alone isn’t easy. Even with advisors, even with retainers, it’s just not the same. Those people who whisper in their lord’s ear don’t know the feeling of a thousand blades pointed at them by their own people. They are thinkers, they are aides, but they don’t know the feeling of the throne. They can’t truly understand.

But Ryoma does.

“Yes, but you can learn from other rulers. You can speak to them, learn from them - they will have wisdom no book could ever teach you.” Ryoma sighs. “In fact, you may be in luck, as I know plenty on the subject."

Bork Bork Bork. Look I'm a Dog

Anniversary | Riding +1

[raijintosworn]

Dear Yuzu,

I suppose my family’s staunch love of the royal family has led me to assume everyone knows all the members of the royal family. Forgive me.

It isn’t often that I meet someone who speaks so fondly of Hoshido. For that, I am grateful to you, Yuzu, though it’s making me quite homesick. Perhaps one day, I will return home to those beautiful lands.

If I knew of any masters of the other arts, I would send you to them - be they from Hoshido or elsewhere. Though, if I know anything about old masters, they generally prefer seclusion rather than being out in the open.

I suppose it is quite ironic that these letters force me to behave like one of those old masters, secluded in my hut, waiting for you to find me.

As for me, I have dabbled in other weapons, though I am only an expert in the sword. I had no need to learn anything beyond my own sword. I would offer to teach you what I know of other weapons, but regrettably, I am still a novice myself.

I know that you will be an excellent master of arms someday. I can feel your determination in your words. Someday, I look forward to meeting you, and seeing how formidable you must be in person.

Yours respectfully,

Ryoma

are you there yuzu? it's me, ryoma

( non mission task — affluence )

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“It does.” And he appreciates that Leo doesn’t talk down to him about it. However, it’s not the idea of branches that confuse him, not exactly. It would make sense that different actions would have different consequences: the idea of fate versus karma. It’s always all been rather philosophical to him before now. It’s always been a question to consider when he made his choices.

It’s interesting to see a thought exercise come to life. Interesting, and horrible all at the same time.

He's still half convinced none of this is real. It could be an imagined life, one his brain shapes as he comes to his end. It could be purgatory, or a form of hell, which would explain why he’s surrounded by the faces of his past. For now, he can confirm fate has branched in three ways: the way Nohr wins, the way Hoshido wins, and a nebulous third path he has no details on.

“I suppose I didn’t word my question correctly. I’m aware that there are at least three versions of what happened. What I’m asking is, how is this possible? How are we all here?” Maybe there is no answer to that question. However, with Leo’s knowledge of magic, he may at least have a theory.

Otherwise, Ryoma will stay with the rather selfish and self-involved theory that this is a form of the afterlife, built solely for him. For now, that’s the only theory that makes sense to Ryoma.

You Again?

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Every new piece of information leaves Ryoma more and more confused. It feels like he takes one step forward, just to end up tumbling backward again.

Though, it did explain why Azama’s daughter was so grown, despite Azama having not aged a day. With everything that has happened, he hadn’t even considered that question. “Hold on a moment - people were conceiving children during a war?” He thinks briefly of a brown-haired boy who claimed to be his son. Perhaps Ryoma shouldn’t be so quick to judge, as there is a version of himself stupid enough to have children 

He is not that version. He’s free to judge himself and his friends and- his enemies. They were clearly doing the same in Nohr. Is that how they had won - through child soldiers? Is that how Hoshido had won, too? The thought turns Ryoma’s stomach.

“So…” He has questions, but not the words to ask them. He tents his hands, fingertips to his lips, as he tries to find any words. “So you were raised in other worlds, essentially?” Ryoma feels like he’s fumbling in the dark, and can’t understand how to turn on a candle. “Which means you are now grown, possibly around Sakura’s age, due to this other world you were raised in.” He’s not sure he’s understanding it right.

“How long did it take for you to grow up? Did you at least have a childhood?” The image of a child, merely a month old, thrown onto the battlefield sickens him. She speaks of it as if it’s nothing. That doesn’t help the feeling in Ryoma’s stomach.

ah yes me, my student, and our 200ft barge

( mission board - affluence )

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All hands are on deck to help with the rebuilding of Garreg Mach.

Some of the educators from the Academy have been called to put their talents elsewhere. Where usually Ryoma deals with teenagers and young adults, now he’s dealing with small children who cannot be left unattended.

Thankfully, Ryoma isn’t completely alone in this ordeal, but he doesn’t know the knight who’s been called to help. Still, most of the children flock to Ryoma, rather than Mauvier. It’s quite a shame to see, but some people don’t like kids. Perhaps he’s only here as a guard, rather than a nurturing presence. Ryoma understands that.

The children have insisted on a new game: Ryoma is to pick them up, and throw them gently into a waiting pile of pillows. He doesn’t know where they even got so many of them, and he knows this is the kind of game that will end with him in trouble, should he be caught. But Mauvier seemed distracted and, well, Ryoma was weak to the pleas of children.

Children, come spar with me.

The children might have ignored it, but Ryoma doesn’t. He turns around, and sees Mauvier holding a training lance. Oh gods.

“Mauvier, these are children. They’re five to seven years old, they don’t have much of an interest in training yet,” Ryoma says as another child runs up to him to be tossed into the pile. He can’t very well toss the child now that Mauvier is watching, but he picks them up anyway. “If anything, they may be interested in playfighting with sticks, rather than training.”

Fear is the Killer

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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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This is awkward. Ryoma could take the floor, he supposes. It would be the vaguely chivalrous thing to do, especially after locking himself in with Karel. But, is Ryoma all that chivalrous these days?

“Karel,” Ryoma says. “I don't mean to be rude.” Is it really rude, though? He's so tired, he can't really think about nuance right now.

He's polite enough not to plainly say move your ass, at least. Plus, it's for one night, and really - what's the harm?

“Could you move? There's plenty of space.” There, a politely worded way to ask an all around rude question.

If Karel says no, then fine. The floor might be good too, or Ryoma could try his hand at lock picking. He doesn't often miss Saizo and Kagero being overbearing, but in times like this, he wishes they were here to rescue him. He'd say they would see the funny side of this, that he needs them so much more when they aren't here - but they wouldn't.

Twin Flames? Both the People in This Couple Are Clinically Insane

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The forest is calm. It’s the safest place he could get to at the last minute. He’ll eventually need to make the trek back to the Academy, but it isn’t safe yet. In his escape, he hadn’t managed to find his family. That fact weighs on him. He doesn’t know what to do about it. What if he doesn’t find them? What if he could have saved them?

He looks at his camp. He cannot stay here forever. Eventually, he must move.

Ryoma hears footsteps from behind him. He doesn’t know if it’s friend or foe. He doesn’t care either way. His hand sits on Raijinto’s hilt. He hasn’t needed to use it, hasn’t wanted to use it, not since leaving Hoshido. However, he knows the blade is strong, and that fact trumps his pride.

He steels himself. Either way, he will proceed with caution.

Lord Sumeragi.

Ryoma nearly falls over.

He turns around on his heel, eyes wide. “That’s my-” Father. It’s a name he hasn’t heard in so long. Ryoma almost treaded on territory he shouldn’t; he nearly revealed himself as Sumeragi’s son.

“My king, though it’s been some years since he passed away now.” He smiles politely at the stranger. “I am surprised anyone from Fódlan knows Lord Sumeragi.” If she is Hoshidan, then should Ryoma even offer his real name? If she recognised him as Sumeragi, she may make the connection.

gotta get back, back to the

non-mission task: restoration (search party)

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"I wouldn't say I'm desperate, no." Ryoma was looking for an excuse not to return to Garreg Mach. Here is his excuse: he's trapped in a room with a stranger. There are worse fates, he supposes. Karel isn't terrible company - he's been polite, at least.

"And I'm not a beast that kicks doors down for fun. Hopefully eventually, someone will see the key in the door and, er, rescue us." It's embarrassing, but it is what it is, he supposes.

"I suppose it means, for the moment, I'll have to stay here." Though, it doesn't look likely that Ryoma will be out of here before tomorrow morning. The bed, at least, looks large enough to share. "You should try to rest, though." And Ryoma will... awkwardly hover, he supposes.

Twin Flames? Both the People in This Couple Are Clinically Insane

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Ryoma really should leave. The fact that he doesn’t confuses even him. He knows this is strange, but he can’t really explain it. There is something that tells him he can’t just leave. It’s hard not to feel concerned over Karel and his wellbeing; it’s clear he hasn’t been taking care of himself.

However, Ryoma knows when he isn’t exactly welcome. He’s done all that he can and, really, there’s nothing else for him to do. He turns to the door, and turns the door handle.

And turns it.

And turns it.

It does not budge.

He tries nudging it with his shoulder. It does not budge. Oh gods, they left the key on the other side. “I don’t suppose you know much about lockpicking?”

Twin Flames? Both the People in This Couple Are Clinically Insane