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demuredanseur-blog · 8 years ago

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dancing begonia

{ ⚔ } ― Festivals were a common atmosphere and something she loved to bask in. Everyone’s troubles seemed to melt away with their minds focused on what’s before them instead of what awaits them on the battlefield. The background soundtrack was laughter and lively conversations with everyone seeming to just let go of their troubles. This is the future she wanted, the one she was going to fight to achieve in every way she possibly could. She wanted another time where they could all just live in happiness and laughter instead of surviving on a day by day basis. She wanted to find a peace where it could be like this very festival every day without fear of impending doom like the children bare witnessed to, only escaping with their lives and the clothes on their backs. Right now, even with all that was happening, it was necessary to take a break from all that anguish and enjoy themselves.

Even with her abiding stage fright, her desire to make people smile overpowered that. Having to go through her behind stage rituals, she had to remind herself that this was for everyone else. She didn’t need to perform but she wanted to -- for the sake of everyone else. Their smiles with all eyes glued on her with every movement was a weight that was almost unbearable but she couldn’t find anything more rewarding than the silent smiles and undivided attention.

She had much to learn, unable to capture truly everyone within the vicinity. A part of her constantly nagged at her how she just needed to stop but… As always, she continued onto the stage with her fear seeming to have never existed in the first place. Her movements were fluid, elegance being her true name as she glides across the stage as if never truly touching the floor. Cloaked in white with the fire light hitting her gave her an unearthly glow as she frolicked with natural ease. This was her place that the Gods have destined for her -- every agonizing fear melted away and replaced with a chest swelling pride that bubbled in her chest with her that surfaced with each passing second until it was all over.

With a bow, she scampers off stage to the side, as if an entirely new person with her fears and insecurities catching up. All her imperfections and mistakes caught up to her as they always did, using a glass of water to drown them out. Lost in her own thoughts, she jumps with someone in front of her trying to catch her attention. She prevents a yelp escaping her lips, smiling sheepishly, a quick glance to the eyes before looking away. “A-Ah…! Did you see that clumsy mess?” An airless laugh escapes her.

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demuredanseur-blog · 8 years ago

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olivia fucikign dies

@magnachevalier

{ ⚔ } ― The Shepherds… Were rather a ragtag group that were held by the common thread of following milord Chrom – their leader. Somehow, no matter how impossible it seemed, he was able to piece together this group together despite how radically different their upbringings and motivations were. Even so, no matter who you were, there was duties on camp that needed attending to. Everyone had something to do to contribute for the night. Tonight she was assigned dinner.

The only thing she felt she could do that was worth a darn was her dancing but loosely. Cooking for the entire army? Thankfully she wasn’t alone but Gods… What if they hated her food? What if they go hungry for the night, unable to maintain their strength for tomorrow’s march? It would be her fault – their blood on her hands, their family’s tears and grieving until the very end. She couldn’t bear the very idea of her flaws being the reason why her fellow soldiers being the reason for their fall. That’s why she needed to try her best to contribute. The only thing she felt like she was there for was dancing, she wasn’t even a skilled fighter. She needed to pick up her own slack.

With determination plain on her features, she worked tirelessly around the kitchen, weaving around elegantly through both people and food. With a pot she was scrubbing, thankfully filled with just grimy and oily water, she slams right into a suit of armor, water spilling all over the front of them. Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods. Panicking, she was almost afraid to look up and see the angry face that was inevitably awaiting for her. Scrambling for a clean rag, she starts frantically drying the armor. “I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry! I was so set on making dinner and just wasn’t paying attention!” Her hands were trembling as she keeps her face down, polishing and cleaning up her mess.

Taking a chance, she glances up to see that it’s Frederick. That’s it. She’s gone from this army, going to be thrown out. She just wanted to die. She was going to die. Jerking her head back down, she continued cleaning as quickly as she could.

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