arcaeda

[arcaeda]

her smile softens seeing him look away to the pairs out on the ballroom floor, the silence telling her that he must be really thinking about it. andrei was definitely the prickly type but she was certain that he was able to love like any other person.

"well, if you were to ask me...." she looks out to a particular couple on the ballroom floor smiling and laughing as they dance, imagining the two to be her and marth while she thinks about what it means to love. even in the mundane every day does her heart yearn for him so earnestly. "i have mentioned marth to you before, yes?" she looks back to andrei, wondering if he remembered their time in rusalka together. she would not blame him if he wanted to forget. "marth is my world, my reason for being. i accept him in all his flaws and strengths, and he does the same for me. we're partners that are there for each other, souls embracing even when we're apart." her yearning becomes clear in her gaze that falls to her feet, both hands brought up to her chest in order to contain the sudden warmth that threatens to blossom from her heart. "to love is to find comfort in another and do all that you can to make them feel the same."

venus; planet of love — caeda & andrei

[arcaeda]

they are more than just husband and wife or prince and princess; they are partners who know each other inside out. two people who will always be their for each other through thick and thin— in sickness and in health as their marriage vows had made them promise. this conversation being one such proof amongst many other small little moments. when he releases her and smiles, she looks up at him and smiles back. sure sometimes it might take some poking and prodding, but in the end they are always able to open up to each other like this.

when marth puts it like that, she feels a tad on the foolish side. of course, to share in some of the distress of the common people would come to make a queen who would understand the concerns of her people far better than an ignorant one would. she need only act on that understanding.

but marth goes further than putting her disappointment in herself to rest, and caeda flusters for it. she has never been the one to have low self-esteem (though it has fluctuated over the years) but even she could not stay calm being called a truly remarkable woman by the one man she loved the most in this world. "gosh, marth. you didn't have to lay it on that thick." by now she must be as red as a tomato, her gaze darting away from his for only a moment. her expression softens when their eyes meet upon its return. "i'll always be by your side, beloved. for as long as the gods let me live." the confession comes as easy as breathing, even in her embarrassed state. "and one day we will be a proper family for it." she cannot help the lighthearted giggle that follows. "juust, maybe not right now. we might have to give it a few years. hehe."

❛  𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬  ❜   —   Caeda  &  Marth

[arcaeda]

july 2024 → passed

skill points  → `41 to 43

thread skill points →  (riding +1)

lance  → A(1/3) to A(2/3)

riding   → E to E+

[arcaeda]

@notsoscarlet

a long day of seminars and training exercises is finally over, and even an experienced soldier and noble like caeda cannot stifle the yawn that escapes her after she stands up from her seat amongst the row of desks. she knows her limit— and she knows she's about to hit it. though she would find it not so hard to push herself past, it would better not to worry her friends and loved ones.

careful as she is, that does not stop her from bumping into someone on her way out. she grabs onto the closest thing (—cloth?) to keep herself from falling, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

"na—" she opens her mouth to speak a certain myrmidon's name into existence before promptly closing it at the realization it is not who she thinks it is at first glance. she blinks slowly, gaze wandering to the brown hair that is (objectively) far too light to be his. instead, it invokes the image of the lighthearted flirt that once before had imitated.

"samto?" she speaks his name proper now with slightly wider eyes, surprised to see him to say the least— all the while still holding onto his shirt without so much as realizing.

you're saying a shrimp fried this rice? — caeda & samto

[arcaeda]

were she the impatient type she might cross her arms and tap her feet waiting for him to try and ask her again in a far kinder way, but caeda sees him in his struggle and cannot help but smile just the slightest bit. it's clear that she's gotten him to think about how he says things a little more, at the very least. he's moldable— he can be better. nothing is worse when trying to get someone to be good (in the broader sense) then learning they refuse to even try to change, so that's good news to her. "alright, i understand." the pegasus knight relents for him, deciding not to push too much too quickly for she risks driving him away completely. "i didn't hear a please but—" we can try on that again later. "you need my help, so i'll offer it."

she shifts on her feet, smile becoming more obvious— and a little daunting with her next words. "my name is caeda, by the way. not blue hair." hand placed on her hip, she gestures to him with her free hand to get him to introduce himself in return.

i'm not gonna sugarcoat it. Magic + (Might × Effectiveness) + Weapon triangle bonus + Weapon level bonus

non-mission board: july

[arcaeda]

"..." caeda goes silent, rightfully flabbergasted at the amount of attitude and self-righteousness the man before her possesses. it is certainly troublesome and a right setback to be banished from the library for something that others at fault for, but to act so indignant? archanea's queen blinks slowly, open lip molding into a frown when he changes his act. it's too late, of course. he has already shown her his uncouth side.

"... i certainly would like to read again, but there are other things i can fill my time with." she speaks after a moment of silence, choosing her words carefully. to simply help him after being spoken to like that would only reward that behavior. if she could get him to speak a little nicer, perhaps that would eventually lead to change in which the way he seems to regard others. thus, she fakes a tired sigh, scrunching her shoulders up and releasing them dramatically. "if only i were asked to help more politely, maybe with a please included. i might lend my time and effort to someone so kind."

i'm not gonna sugarcoat it. Magic + (Might × Effectiveness) + Weapon triangle bonus + Weapon level bonus

non-mission board: july

[arcaeda]

there is always something to learn, especially so when one is at the top of the chain of command. it is this principle that makes caeda belligerent in her studies, always pursuing whatever knowledge she can in whichever way possible— as long as its ethical of course. this makes her a frequent visitor to the library on monastery grounds, where unfathomable amounts of knowledge lie in wait to be churned in the mind every which way. she imagines a scholar might drool over such a pool of history.

in any case, she finds herself now blindsided by the sudden closing of the library. "i apologize lady caeda, but until we get much of the missing books returned we can't let anyone else check out any more..." one such library assistant had apologized to her with their head bowed downward in respect. she'd reassured him that it was alright and she understood... but now that she was stuck outside the library. well... what was she supposed to do with her free time?

hand to chin in thought, she does not see right away the remarkable ire of another student in her house, beholden to her train of thought. she could go to the training grounds perhaps, or maybe she could give marth a visit.....

"YOU! BLUE HAIR!"

"huh?" caeda blinks, looking up at such a... uniquely colored voiced seemingly aimed at her. looking around for anyone else with blue hair in the vicinity produces the realization that he really was talking to her. she pulls herself up by her bootstraps to properly respond after being startled so. "well i was, yes. it seems like the library will be closed until some checked out books are returned..." then, she cocks her head. "is there something i can help you with?"

i'm not gonna sugarcoat it. Magic + (Might × Effectiveness) + Weapon triangle bonus + Weapon level bonus

non-mission board: july

[arcaeda]

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

vanilla sunday (i know its two days late shh)

it depends on the level of affection and how many people would be paying attention to it. while with caeda's ending in shadow dragon pretty directly implying that her and marth aren't necessarily the shy type (whispers of love... yall) with public displays of affection, caeda does have her limits.

things like hand holding and hugging are generally pretty innocent things that she doesn't mind doing in public. romantic yes, but not yet embarrassing. words and confession of love are in a similar bucket. that said if people bring attention to it in front of her she will get a bit flustered and request something a little more private.

now for stuff that is a solid No in public— kissing/making out (pecks on the cheek and lips allowed) and anything beyond that level. she'd be too embarrassed to do any of that, even if she was reassured/it seems like no one is watching.

[arcaeda]

9. Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

vanilla sunday (i know its two days late shh)

in terms of physical features, caeda will tell you that she doesn't fall for looks but rather personality and character— which is true to an extent. she's of course going to overlook superficial things like that for the one that she loves (cough marth cough) however, there are a few things that she is more subconsciously attracted to. she likes a more masculine body, fit with some definition and a little bit of a muscle, but not necessarily the bodybuilder type. she prefers more feminine facial features though does like a good jawline.

in terms of character, caeda's attracted to the down to earth kind and heroic type. it helps if the other is a romantic like she is. she's not one for those who are arrogant and boast about themselves or who are needlessly mean to others.

[arcaeda]

Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?

Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Where is your muse most sensitive? 

Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship? 

Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner? 

Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run? 

Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?

How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

[arcaeda]

seeing him tremble, seeing his hesitation…. it hits her that– although not as egregious– caeda had treated the prince as altea’s people had treated marth. expecting him to be able to weather any storm, to lead without fear, to know the ins and outs of any tactics. expecting a king out of a young man still finding himself and his place in this world.

but dimitri was prince only in name– ruler, not yet. she would curse herself for realizing this so late. “good work. the knights of seiros will know what to do here.” she nods to stall for the right words to say, knowing that merely gaping at him would certainly only make him feel worse. 

“... and i’m glad you’re unharmed. the tragedy of the victim is hard enough to swallow, to know that you would have been caught up in their cruelty as well would make this far worse.” caeda manages a smile up at him, keeping her kindness about her despite the still lingering stench of death.

:peach: and cream

[arcaeda]

cw gore still

caeda does not want him to go first, but she knows when she can't change someone’s mind. still, watching him approach the second floor first slowly builds a sense of anxiety and dread in her– bead of sweat dropping from her cheek to the floorboard when she joins him at the door. she offers him a nod to show she understands the plan and then he executes.

the smell hits first– rot of corpse and copper distinct on her senses. she sees the limb thud against the ground even behind dimitri.

momentarily disturbed by the sight before her– what she could see behind dimitri at least – caeda stands stock still with wide eyes and both her heart and gut wrenching. she wished she could say she hasn't seen worse but war is gruesome and cruel to human lives. it is dimitri's furious shout that brings her back to reality.

there was a reason caeda carried a sword wherever she went, and it was not for mere decoration. there was always danger lurking around the corner with her position and desire to help others, and while caeda could handle most by herself not even she could do much with only her bare hands.

they both run towards her and dimitri– not to escape but rather to fight. she’s instantly unsheathing her sword, stepping to dimitri’s flank and grabbing one of their attentions. she does not need to watch dimitri to know he will be alright handling the other. seeing the weapon in his hand, caeda stands at defense first. her blade classes with the very same dagger that had been used to dismember, then with a smooth flick of her wrist she disarms him.

the assistant’s gaze goes towards the dagger that is sent deep into crumbling wood and caeda takes advantage of the distraction. she jabs the pommel of her sword against thr base of the neck and he falls with a loud THUD!

“you're being apprehended. go quietly or i’ll make this much worse for you.” her voice is cold– starch different to the usual warmth she always held. it gives way to halting any inspiration the man might have to escape.

even her enemies she tried to empathize with but there was nothing for caeda to hold onto. no thread to latch onto to convince them to her side. only horrific acts of violence done for personal gain. “dimitri, are you alright?” queen of archanea looks up at prince of faerghus,  kneeling on the assistant’s back to keep him from escaping.

:peach: and cream

[arcaeda]

"be careful." she warned, swinging one leg to the other side of the horse as he neared the front of the house. "don't do anything reckless!" when he stops for the briefest moment she leaps, kneeling forward to lighten the impact on her legs. she'd jumped off her pegasus in the climax of battle at taller heights so the action does little to slow her down, with caeda hurrying to get inside the abandoned home as soon as she stands up again.

while dimitri presumably goes around back, her eyes dart around for any sight of life within the dilapidated home. there is nothing left, with even some of the floorboard torn and broken. why would they have come in here of all places...? this was way too suspicious. caeda had a feeling they were about to uncover a more terrible crime than they originally bargained for. finding the stairs to the second level is easy enough, but she knows she shouldn't go up alone.

"dimitri!" she whispers, calling out his name as quietly as possible. "over here!"

:peach: and cream

[arcaeda]

they seem to notice the foot prints of the culprits at the same time, dimitri breaking into a gallop and yet avoiding any pedestrians or obstacles the entire way through. he may be riding the trained horse of a knight, but still the fact he was able to handle it so well despite it not being his own horse was impressive in its own right. "you've got it." she nodded in return even if he couldn't see her, gripping his waist a little tighter as she leaned her body this way and that to cover as much ground as her eyes possibly could.

her head turned left and right, watching carefully for any signs of where they might have gone with a determined expression. "...!" she gasps at the sight of the footprints suddenly stopping— turning and leading into a dilapidated house with the door ajar. "over there, dimitri!" she's quick to point with her hand, sitting up taller and preparing to get off the horse in a timely manner without hurting herself.

:peach: and cream

[arcaeda]

being the queen of a nation there was plenty for caeda to learn— even in the face of a few years of experience in her position. there was never a point that caeda felt she could rest on her laurels ; thus the library on monastery grounds was a frequent spot taken to when she had free time. the path to the library was now one that she could take even subconsciously. rounding the corner of the last turn in the path to the library, caeda is not met with the entrance of the library but rather the chest of a man much larger than her. her body startles back in surprise, hand coming forth to rub at her nose. the pain subsides with in a few seconds and caeda looks up at the man she had run into. he would be quite menacing if not for his kinder than expected character.

"oh, i'm alright." she's quick to reassure with a sheepish smile, hoping he doesn't feel too terribly about bumping into her. she too was at fault for not watching the corner as she rounded it. "i am a classmate of dimitri's, yes. though i would like to consider us friends, i have yet to ask that of him." the pegasus knight chuckles lightheartedly, though she pauses briefly to examine the face of the proclaimed professor she had not seen before. speaking of dimitri this man's hair was the very same blonde as his...

she was probably looking too much into it. "my name is caeda, of archanea. not faerghus, unfortunately." she teases, lightening up again. "i did come to the library for search on books about faerghus though.... " there was still the issue of not recognizing him. "would you be willing to tell me your name first? i haven't seen you before, despite you being a professor."

no offtopic questions. because i don't want to | lambert & caeda

closed starter for @arcaeda

[arcaeda]

she was glad to see that he shared her sentiments— that her house leader was of the same beliefs as her. it allowed her to put a little more trust and respect in him beyond what her standard was.

"..! perfect thinking, dimitri!" her expression turned to confidence the moment she saw him mount the knight's horse. the pegasus knight closes what little distance between them that remained, taking ahold of his hand and hopping onto the back of a horse. it was a bit cramped with such notice of two riders but nothing she couldn't handle. "go as fast as you can— don't worry about me!" she reassured, wrapping one arm lightly around his waist. with her training as a pegasus knight and experience on the battlefield all these years it was easy enough to hold on with the mere strength of her legs, but the arm around his waist merely served as a safety precaution. "down that alleyway, quickly...!"

:peach: and cream

[arcaeda]

though she had said it in a teasing way, she truly did think he seemed a bit happier than usual. "i wouldn't lie about such a thing, andrei. you're usually so..." she gestures vaguely with her hands for a moment, trying to find a good word that wouldn't sound like an insult. "rigid, i suppose? but you look like you're enjoying yourself properly now." caeda hums— then laughs when he tries to act annoyed with her.

"oh please, i'm not the one blushing like a tomato right now." she elbows him gently— playfully. "only a lover or a romantic tryst could make a man look the way you do now."

venus; planet of love — caeda & andrei