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psst, there's a typo in your pinned post :o

(the d in told (for your url, astoldbyfolklore) is an f (astolfbyfolklore)

AHDHFHF EMMBARSSMENT ASIDE - AHEM. Thank you so so much ! I appercaite it !

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At the very least, that was a small start, shoulders relaxing slightly, as he nodded. “ Thanks, besides .. for how .. this uh .. weird ball thing works. It’s better to be safe, than sorry. “

Despite the … betrayal, he was working on .. getting better at forgiving others. Whether it was going well or not was anyone’s guess, but .. he was certainly trying his best to go about it in a proper way.

“ Are you? “ A small sigh escaped from the archers lips, was that .. a small pout that had formed? Granted, it faded as quickly as it arrived, so .. who could properly say? Regardless, the prince would cross arms a little trying to think of how he wanted to go about his next choice of words.

“ It ‘ s fine .. err .. “ slightly grumbling to himself, that he was bad with recalling names. a habit that had yet to be broken since childhood, even so —— he couldn’t rest just standing by awkwardly so, he cleared his throat to in a way, change the subject as well, to avoid looking .. like a fool.

How .. do maids … work, exactly? To be truthful — Takumi didn’t have the slightest clue. Back in hoshido, they had maids … sort of. The royals were more accustomed to doing things themselves, or at least, he was. The prince wasn’t one to exactly, ask for help from others.

never even with you

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[ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick "Don't worry, I'm here for you!" she chirped, while she gently passed a wet cloth on his forehead. "You'll be fine brother"

A groan could be heard from the archer , rather reluctant to accept the care . He was fine , truly ! Even if .. every other sign was against him. In truth, he just hated being out of commission, considering there were so many other things that could be done, and yet, here was stuck in his bed due to a cold. In a sense to him .. it was humiliating. Yet, despite all of his huffing and puffing, he wasn’t alone in this.

Takumi had his younger sister! Which made it feel as if this dreaded sickness was somewhat easier. " Thank you, Sakura .. " Would he softly mumble, eyes closing feeling the cloth upon his head. A soft hum at the coolness upon his forehead made the room feel as it were a bit cooler.

" Be careful though .. I don’t want you to get sick .. cause of looking after me. “ He grumbled, tired hues peeking from underneath closed slits. Not to mention that he would feel guilty for getting her sick, from taking care of him. A tad bothered by how bright the light was, yet far too tired to properly make a complaint about it. Only refuting it by closing his eyes once more. Throat rather scratchy, Takumi would let out a small cough to try and soothe it. Though .. it didn’t have to much of the result he had expected.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

[astoldbyfolkslore]

we are who we are!

As the month rolls over, the final night of the Ethereal Moon passes. The morning that follows is one of color and chaos. The hallways have been strung up with streamers, in patterns of rainbow and pink, blue, and white. There is a sense of community in the air, a current cutting through the student body and administrative staff alike. While the decorations may be gaudy, and perhaps the patterns unfamiliar, this is a month of celebration.

Caeda mingles among the crowd, bright extroversion encouraging people to join in on the celebration. Forsyth and Lloyd's dedication behind the scenes helps students assemble stands and banners decorate windows. Shez, for their part, plasters paint upon their face, content to engage on their own terms. Ewan's small form flits amidst the crowd, distributing sparklers in every color of the rainbow. What will you do?

Prompts

[ Confetti ] - everything in Garreg Mach seems to be covered in a layer of sparkles and confetti. Grab a handful if you like! And if you don’t mind glittering for the next week.

[ Chalk ] - across the cobblestone, people of all walks of life are drawing in brightly colored chalk. Some are simply signing their names, while others are writing sweet messages, and still more are simply drawing little pictures. What will you add to the canvas?

[ Face paint ] - palettes of paint in every color of the rainbow sit squarely upon a little stand, inviting those who pass by to “wear their colors”. Hanging at the side of the stand are some suggested color combinations and their meaning. Students are encouraged to paint each others’ faces in a display of trust. 

[ Cut & Style ] - a group of Garreg Mach’s students have decided to try their hands at hairstyling, knowing that a proper haircut can do wonders for one’s view of themselves and their expression. However, whether or not they’re good at giving haircuts is another question entirely. 

[ Tie-dye! ] - small, easily-ruptured balls filled with dye have been left in buckets scattered across the Monastery. The intent? Students have been distributed white shirts upon request, and with the donning of said shirt, invite others to shower them in color. There’s nothing stopping you from pranking an unsuspecting fellow without a white shirt on, though..

[ Lovetape - redux! ] - inspired by the celebratory event from BOEL, a gaggle of Golden Deer have decided to take their own spin on the stick-on-compliment game. Brightly colored paper with adhesive backs beckon passerby, as well as a stack of pens. The game is simple - scrawl down a compliment, and stick it onto someone else. Just remember - if you’re fast enough, you might not even get caught! 

[ Mocktail Melody ] - another station, this one in the dining hall, boasts various drinks of different uncannily vibrant colors. Some are bubbly, some are sicky-sweet, and still others are oddly bitter. None are alcoholic. What sort of mixture will you make?

[ Kissing Booth ] - less well-built than the other stands is one that proclaims itself as a kissing booth. Curiously, no one sits behind the counter - will you sit there and await company, or approach someone sitting there?

Guidelines

Reblog this meme to show you’re participating! 

As this is unofficial, there’s no real necessitated tag, but if people would like to have one space for all of this, I’ll personally be using the tag #TOAPride2024! This can also be used for any opens for these prompts, if you'd like to do that instead.

The tag can also be used for any sort of pride-related art you’d like to make for your muse, or if you’d like to explore anything else related to pride. Feel free to get creative!

There is no restriction on ages or orientations/genders that can participate in this event!

Banner credits: 1, 2

OOC note

Hello there, TOA! This is a personal attempt at organizing a little approximation for a pride month event. The prompts can be spun however people would like. I know that there are some implications that come with the idea of canonizing pride in the world of Fire Emblem, as well as the fact that pride flags as we know them are unlikely to exist, but ultimately my goal of organizing something like this is to reach my fellow LGBT muns, especially those who cannot celebrate their identities in real life. Pride is both a celebration and a memory, an honoring of survival and a remembrance of those who came before us, and I hope everyone can get a little bit of fun from this.

Happy pride! 

[astoldbyfolkslore]

A slight hand wave from him, before a slight sheepish expression took over. A proclaimed prince supposedly, jeez. Here he was shouting for the other, yet — had hardly any clue of what he was going to say next. Regardless, he sucked in a breath to keep himself steady.

Be calm, at the very least .. he seems easier to get along with, in comparison to the others.

As steps began to slowed, Takumi would relax his tense body, with a small inhale, then an exhale that followed suit. Adjusting his attire to look more presentable, before fully stopping once he was in front of the male. Parting his lips to speak, he wasn’t able to get anything out just yet, as he listened to him speak. Truth be told, Takumi had enjoyed the evening, even if .. he didn’t necessarily participate in too much.

“ Uh , yeah ! It’s been pretty nice, actually .. unlike anything I had really attended before, to be honest with you. ” Would he say, glancing off to the side, before noticing the feather out of the corner of his eye, attention would fully return to the other. “ Thank you .. ah ! Give me a moment, and I’ll give you my item in return — “

Reaching to gently taking the feather from him, swiftly tucking it into his pocket for safe keeping. “ Hm? Oh! Yes, I enrolled not to long ago .. Prince Takumi of Hoshido, it’s .. it’s nice to meet you, Dimitri .. right? “ Partly bad when it came to remembering names, as he bowed slightly to return the same respect, straightening back up not to long after. “ It’s nice to meet you! Wait — you’re the blue lions house leader? That’s amazing! What’s it like? “

[ Garden ] - Need to get away from the thick of the party for a moment? Step outside of the dance hall, where Garreg Mach's own vaunted gardens await, gracefully decorated to take on new life for the duration of the evening.

A breath of fresh air never failed to be good for someone’s being. Shoulders relaxing for a moment, as he rubbed his temples, glancing around at the different scenery for a moment. It was .. definitely different from what he was use to, back at home.

Walking through the gardens, a brief smile appearing upon his lips as he walked. Between the festivities, and the .. socializing, needless to say .. Takumi needed a break for a little while.

Glancing around for a moment, would he noticed the roses, reaching to touch one of the petals, only to pull away — a small wince escaping for a moment. Accidentally pricking his digit on one of the thorns, along causing it to bleed in the process. Softly grumbling a little, before continuing on his way.

Turning to look ahead, would Takumi notice someone standing there. Blond hair, At first, the prince was tempted to try and head back to the party … but. He halted, this would be his chance to try and socialize in an .. easier setting. Without the feeling of .. nobility breathing down his neck.

Lips parting for a moment, before making his way over to the other. “ Hey ! " He’d exclaim, hoping to catch the attention of the other.

In spite of everything, it was a nice night to be out. It might simply have been his northern blood craving the cold, craving the solitude that came from being under the vast dark sky with only the stars for company.

Well. Not only.

There had been others mingling about the gardens, many people who for whatever reason wanted to escape the energy and heat inside the ballroom. He'd seen a few familiar faces in between the hedgerows, and some less so - there was the pang of guilt, as though he were avoiding them somehow by not seeking out conversation, the idle mingling that was intended by these events.

But, he thought, too, they had expressed a desire for their solitude by merely being apart from the crowd, hadn't they?

The call for his attention dragged him back to earth, and he turned, eyebrows raised and expectant, to see one of those unfamiliar faces approaching. Dimitr smiled, and bowed, and extended the white feather from his brooch for the other to take.

"Hello! I, ah, hope that you're enjoying the evening! Pardon, I - I don't believe I've seen you around the academy before. Are you new to Garreg Mach?" Dimitri cocked his head, and added with a chuckle, "What an exciting time to join. I hope that you enjoy your time here. My name is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, I am the leader of the Blue Lions House. Please, if I can be of assistance, don't hesitate to call upon me."

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That seemed to make his glow all the more brighter, to be able to share and help someone else experience his culture. His was all the more happy, considering he was able to properly do the dance this time.

“ Pr — err , Takumi. It’s nice to meet you too. ” He replied with a small hum, blinking for a moment as he watched the other untie his brooch. Before it clicked in his mind, oh! He had almost forgotten! Hastily, going to take off his own tear drop brooch, reaching to gently take the others, while placing his own, into his hand in return. “ Here ! It’s … it’s only fair, yeah? ”

“ Right, right .. ” Pulling his hand away, with a small clear of his throat, before going and heading towards the edge of the dance floor, turning and holding his hand out to him. Gaze adverted elsewhere for a moment.

A bit bashful? But regardless, Takumi was more than ready to put his skills when it came to dancing to the test. Err. Even if dancing wasn’t his exact forte.

[ Hoshido ] - A synchronized dance that must be done by two people. To a slow and gentle melody, the pair moves with fluid purpose, evoking the image of a crane in flight.

It would be impossible to participate in every dance of the night, nor does Andrei exactly wish to. As such, as one dance comes to an end, he retires to the sidelines where several others already stood, sipping a drink while watching those remaining in the center.

The next song is a slow one, the dancers matching each others' movements as they raise their arms in delicate motions, traveling in a circular motion across the dance floor.

"It is quite an elegant dance, is it not?" he remarks to the young man beside him, "I do wonder how much these movements take inspiration from the culture from whence this piece comes."

He glances at his conversational partner as he speaks, but ultimately doesn't expect an answer to what amounts to empty small-talk. What are the odds that this man would know anything about one of the many dances seen tonight, after all?

Standing on the sidelines, for the majority of the night, Takumi had stood to the side. For a the fact that he either didn’t know them, or .. he didn’t want to possibly embarrass himself in front of dozens of others he doesn’t know. Just the mere thought, made him panic internally and nearly leave the party as a whole.

Watching the next dance with grave interest, his eyes seemed to have lighten up. Without a doubt, he could tell what dance was starting just by the slow movements, a slight smile forming upon his lips. It .. reminded him of home, more than anything else.

“ Indeed. It’s .. a very important, and .. meaningful dance. You’d be surprised … the hoshidan dance .. has several meanings behind it, actually. From .. the dancing itself, to the song choice, to even the sways. “

He couldn’t help but speak, a slight smile upon his lips, as he glanced at the follow patron. A small hum of amusement escaping from his lips, before resting a hand on his own hip. “ I haven’t done that dance in ages. “ Takumi spoke, before sighing for a moment, when an idea partly struck in his mind, turning to looking at the other. “ Want to learn it? It’s pretty easy. “ Between wanting to spread his culture, and dance himself, Takumi was torn.

[astoldbyfolkslore]

[ Hoshido ] - A synchronized dance that must be done by two people. To a slow and gentle melody, the pair moves with fluid purpose, evoking the image of a crane in flight.

It would be impossible to participate in every dance of the night, nor does Andrei exactly wish to. As such, as one dance comes to an end, he retires to the sidelines where several others already stood, sipping a drink while watching those remaining in the center.

The next song is a slow one, the dancers matching each others' movements as they raise their arms in delicate motions, traveling in a circular motion across the dance floor.

"It is quite an elegant dance, is it not?" he remarks to the young man beside him, "I do wonder how much these movements take inspiration from the culture from whence this piece comes."

He glances at his conversational partner as he speaks, but ultimately doesn't expect an answer to what amounts to empty small-talk. What are the odds that this man would know anything about one of the many dances seen tonight, after all?

Standing on the sidelines, for the majority of the night, Takumi had stood to the side. For a the fact that he either didn’t know them, or .. he didn’t want to possibly embarrass himself in front of dozens of others he doesn’t know. Just the mere thought, made him panic internally and nearly leave the party as a whole.

Watching the next dance with grave interest, his eyes seemed to have lighten up. Without a doubt, he could tell what dance was starting just by the slow movements, a slight smile forming upon his lips. It .. reminded him of home, more than anything else.

“ Indeed. It’s .. a very important, and .. meaningful dance. You’d be surprised … the hoshidan dance .. has several meanings behind it, actually. From .. the dancing itself, to the song choice, to even the sways. “

He couldn’t help but speak, a slight smile upon his lips, as he glanced at the follow patron. A small hum of amusement escaping from his lips, before resting a hand on his own hip. “ I haven’t done that dance in ages. “ Takumi spoke, before sighing for a moment, when an idea partly struck in his mind, turning to looking at the other. “ Want to learn it? It’s pretty easy. “ Between wanting to spread his culture, and dance himself, Takumi was torn.

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“ You’re too kind. “ A sheepish expression would appear upon his face, as he scratched the back of his neck for a moment. Looking at her for a moment, granted for the time being, he wasn’t versed in the different timelines, if any sort of idea in the matter.

“ I could say the same of you! I love your outfit, it really suits you. “ He spoke, with a happy hum of delight, accepting the pat with a content sigh of happiness.

Happily humming with a few side shuffling and two step movements, he wasn’t the most graceful dancer, but he certainly didn’t have the slightest care in the world due to that very fact.

“ H .. huh? I — “ Waving a hand for a moment, before scratching his cheek. “ Though .. I’m just happy to see you, you deserve the world ! “ He said with contentment, especially to just see her fully well, rather than injured.

[ Cue the Music ] - Dancing's what tonight's all about, is it not? Grab a friend or a stranger and get to twirling (or whatever it is the kids call it nowadays).

FOR the most part, he had kept to himself. Glancing around at the various other patrons, in itself .. that seemed to have given him a slight amount of joy. At least .. until golden optics picked out someone familiar in the crowd.

… Mother? That alone seemed to have made the prince giddy. Placing his drink down onto a nearby counter, would he quickly make his way over, steps picking up as a bright smile formed upon his lips. For a moment, forgetting all professionalism, just happy to see his mother alive and well.

“ Mother ! “ An excited voice would exclaim, grinning from ear to ear. Gently grasping her hand, and lightly pulling her towards the ballroom floor, turning upon his heel, spinning to face her with a brightened expression.

Nevermind that he wasn’t the grandest dancer— he had more fun simply a small two step shuffle. Regardless of how silly he may have looked, at the moment, he simply didn’t care.

Mikoto's expression brightened considerably upon seeing her son, and dressed so dashingly! Though, she immediately wondered if this was her son, or her son from another one of these timelines. Regardless, he would always be her son.

"Takumi! What a surprise to see you here, and you look so handsome." She patted his chest affectionately, admiring the tailoring of his outfit.

She allowed herself to be swept out onto the floor, more than happy to share a dance with him. In fact, if he hadn't offered, she would have been the one pulling him into a dance.

"Did you come all the way from Hoshido to share a dance with me," she teased with a smile. "I must be the luckiest mother in any universe."

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She sees him. The Hoshidan prince that she nursed to health back in the villa. One of the lead members of the Hoshidan platoon that she was assigned to end, and ultimately failed in doing so.

Hours ago, Flora would have let panic overcome her and dive off in the opposite direction. But her previous talk with Princess Camilla lets logic take over. The Nohrian nobles...at least the ones she has encountered tonight, do not see her as a traitor. Although Hoshido should find a Nohrian such as herself as even more hostile...

She has to try. One life has already been discarded. Perhaps in this second one, she can seek pardon from those she betrayed.

"Lord Takumi," Flora closes her eyes upon entering the prince's presence. "If...there is anything I may do to improve your experience tonight, please allow me to serve."

"And...please accept my portion of tonight's brooch exchange," Flora slips off a string of pearls and holds it out for Takumi. She is getting rather used to giving these out...though giving is all she was taught to do as a maid.

A soft yawn escaped from his lips, quick to attempt to reenergize himself by .. drinking some of his beverage. A small hum of contentment escaping from his lips, it was definitely different from what he was use to, that’s for certain.

Looking at her, a small glare was present upon his face. Before softly sighing, adverting his gaze elsewhere for a moment, play nice .. he needed to remind himself. Despite the feelings that were quelling within his body. The … slight anger, for the time being, he needed to .. quell it and be somewhat civil.

Before words could properly escape, he was taken aback by her sudden act, confusion written on his face. Staring slightly like a deer in the headlights, would he calm himself and .. attempt to properly respond.

“ Err .. thank you ? “ Blinking in surprise for a moment, before taking the string of pearls, before slipping them into the safety of the pocket, moving to take off his teardrop, holding it out to Flora in exchange. “ If that’s the case, then .. I believe I owe you mine in return? Not just that, but .. for .. coming in my time of aid, g .. granted, this doesn’t make up for much, but I’ll try to .. make it more grander. When I have a proper chance. “

Saying such, while trying to act somewhat nonchalant, turning his head off to the side—adverting his gaze elsewhere.

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“Takumi!”

With a bright smile on his face, Kamui approached his younger brother and threw his arms around him for a hug. “Goodness, you’ve grown even taller, haven’t you?” He noticed that despite being the older brother, Takumi was now taller than him by a few inches.

Finally deciding to let go after a little bit longer, he gave his brother a look-over. “It’s so nice to see you again, little brother. How’s everyone back home? How was the trip? Tell me you’ve been eating right!”

Gosh, listen to him. Perhaps he was more similar to Camilla than he realized. But something about his younger siblings, Both Hoshidan and Nohrian, just made him want to protect and maybe even coddle them, just a little. He and Takumi may have had their.. differences, in the beginning. But to Kamui that didn’t matter, he still loved his younger brother to bits. “Ahaha, Sorry, maybe that was a bit much. I’m just really happy you’re here.”

Wiping the sweat off of his brow, a soft breath escaped from the prince. Perhaps, it was appropriate time for .. a break. Considering how long he had practiced originally. Yeah. Now was certainly well due time for a proper break, that much he could say without question. Looking up upon hearing his voice called, before he could properly respond, he’d flinch in surprise from the sudden embrace.

“ E - eh ?! “ He still didn’t know how to handle affection properly. That much was evident by how he squirmed in the embrace for a moment. Having to glance down at Kamui, would the prince advert his gaze elsewhere.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped from him, once he was released, as he tilted his head a little bit. “ It’s good to see you too, hm? I’ve been fine .. “ Lips parting once more to speak, only to close his mouth to listen to Kamui. As much as he struggled to get his differences aside with his sibling, aside with the few struggles here and there, he was trying his best to better get along with him. “ The trip went well too, and everyone is doing well. They … miss you a lot. “ He wasn’t going to admit that he was part of it. Although, he avoided the last question, considering his eating habits were awful.

Waving a hand, before resting it upon his own hip. An amused expression on his face, here he was thinking that Kamui wouldn’t be so … overbearing wasn’t the word, but … affectionate? That seemed to be a good fitting of the word. “ You’re fine, you’re fine .. huh? Happy I’m here ? Why ? I’ve hardly .. hardly done anything. “

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It's been a long night, and the worst part is: it’s not even over. There has yet been zero inclination of the event starting to wind down, and, ugh... Couldn't the gods do him a teensy favour here... Pinching his brow, Azama reclines against a wall next to the refreshments table. With his free hand, he plucks up another lemon bar.

A fleeting salve, but solace nevertheless.

It's as Azama is chewing, pensively scanning the room for signs of further trouble, that he spots him:

yet another hoshidan royal come to grace Garreg Mach's halls.

A shiver courses the length of the monk's spine, and he can but bristle.

Could it be that...?

He sets off to find out, lest yet another happy surprise catch him off guard this eve.

* * * *

"Ah, Prince Takumi! Welcome to Fodlan." Strange to be hearing from Hinoka's wayward retainer, isn't it? But he's gained much motivation over the night in playing at his best behaviour here and now.

"Have you heard of the game they are playing? The exchange of tokens is a timeworn Ethereal Ball tradition. Would you care to partake?"

He's already fishing at the bells adorning his brooch, and so offers them up with a bow.

Whether Takumi takes them or not, Azama really doesn't care.

What he's after, after all, is no mere bauble.

"Say-"

Instead, he comes seeking information.

"-Milady Hinoka hasn't followed after you here, has she...?"

(welcome to toa!! ✨️

Upon walking in, the first thing Takumi noticed about how different everything was in comparison to .. what he was use to. In a way, it was overwhelming, as well as .. beautiful in a sense. A brief smile formed upon his lips as he glanced around, perhaps … this hadn’t been a bad idea at all, a small hum escaped from the prince as he walked further into the building. His first stop was to certainly go and grab something off of the refreshments table.

Walking by a few patrons, would the prince be polite, softly speaking to them. With a small greeting, pleasantries, before slipping out of the conversation and returning on his way, a small wave following suit. Looking around for the table, unbeknownst to him, he had already been spotted.

A tad astonished, as clear as it was upon his face. Relaxing his features, before scanning the man over, it was quite easy to recognize him, due to his elder sister speaking to him, about the monk, as well as walking or small encounters in passing. “ Hm? Oh — it’s .. pleasant to see you as well, Azama .. right? “ Silent cursing at himself, for possibly sounding so unprofessional at the moment, but regardless, he refused to let it show, as he put on his best polite smile. “ Thank you for the greeting .. this is .. definitely different from .. Hoshido. “

Head tilting a bit, oh ? It was a game? Well, that certainly made sense as to why they had given it to him.. well, he already had the brooch, right? And since it was tradition .. it would only be .. polite to participate in the event.

“ Sure — I don’t mind. It .. only makes sense — since we’re — you did that quick! I’m supposed to trade you mine in return, right? “ Reaching and carefully taking the bells from the other, swiftly pocketing the item for safe keeping, in return going to get the teardrop off of his own brooch. “ Hm? No. As far as I’m aware, anyways .. I haven’t seen her since I left the castle. “ A small shrug of his shoulders, before a faint grin appeared on his lips from amusement.

“ Why? Don’t tell me you’re trying to avoid, running into her, are you? “ Amusement laced within his time, as he held out the teardrop out to the other in return. “ Oh, you can stand up as well. Don’t tell me you did something wrong and hightailed, did you? “

[astoldbyfolkslore]

"Oh my you're getting into the game a little late aren't you?" Camilla gave the hauntingly familiar archer a tense smile as she handed him a black feather. "Left your big sister behind? No worries, I'm available to lend an ear if you need it. Say hi to your brother for me."

Having stirring a drink within his hand, he would look up for a moment, upon noticing the nohrian approach. His first instinct was to reach for his bow, only to .. recall that he didn’t have it on him at the moment. Quietly cursing underneath his breath, attention quickly focusing back onto her.

Taking the feather from her, she would stare at it for a moment. Only to realize, it was one of the things he needed to obtain for the prize! Gnawing on the inside of his cheek, ultimately letting out a soft sigh. At the very least, the prince needed to act politely.

She .. gave him her brooch after all. “ Right .. you’re kind for that. I .. err , same for you .. if you need, to talk to someone .. “ He’d mumble, before looking at her once more, reaching with one his hands, taking hers into his own. While the other pocketed the feather, pulling off his own brooch, carefully placing it into her hand.

“ I’ll be sure to. But .. here, since you gave me yours — t .. that’s how this is s .. supposed to work, right? “ A tad awkward, before adverting his gaze elsewhere. At the very least, he was trying to be kind and go about it in a .. much smoother way, than if the situation was different. If .. change was going to happen somewhere, then he mine as well let it start with the party. Besides, if she was here .. it was reasonable to assume that the other Nohrian siblings were here as well, yeah? With his luck, he’s bound to run into the rest of them as well.

[astoldbyfolkslore]

PARTIES ;; something the hoshidan wasn’t particularly fond of in the slightest. From the fancy attire, formal speaking, and everything that applied in between. As a whole, the formal parties or gatherings were never his style. Takumi would much rather be hunting out in the woods, practicing his archery, or even, attending to some field work at home all seemed much more preferable than doing this. Nevertheless, he made the conscious decision to attend the event, come to think of it. The prince had never actually attended a masquerade before, this would .. definitely be his first time indulging in such.

So, despite his complaining in regard to parties themselves, he found himself oddly looking forward to the masquerade. If anything, there was certainly a strong possibility that hey, maybe he could find some familiar faces. Or indulge himself in some good food, the hoshidan wouldn’t know until he tried it out! Before properly entering such, he was given a brooch — a teardrop crystal one at that … didn’t exactly compliment his clothing, then again — his regular clothing was rather .. eccentric to begin with. Oddly enough, it didn’t seem too out of place.

Ah ! Last but not least, was to adjust his attire — he needed to look, presentable, right? So , that’s exactly what he was going to do. Alright .. now that he deemed himself .. mostly ready for the event, it was time DIVE IN !

BLACK FEATHER: CAMILLA WHITE FEATHER: DIMITRI STRING OF PEARLS: FLORA SMALL BELL: AZAMA TEARDROP CRYSTAL: ANDREI

「　WEEK NO . 1 && WEEK NO . 2 && WEEK NO . 3 」

MAIN PINNED

「 THE OUTFIT WAS CREATED BY THIS AWESOME ARTIST! 」

[astoldbyfolkslore]

 astoldbyfolkslore ; closed && associated with the officers academy . slightly canon divergent portyal of takumi from fire emblem fates . wished upon a star by Jirachii ⋆ ☄︎.

this portrayal is set primarily after birthrights , with a bit of a time gap in between . a few years after , resulting in takumi being twenty one .

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