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[emblemartyr]

LANGSTON WAS WEARY OF HER WANDERING HABIT AND SHE COULD NOT FATHOM WHY; puzzled even when footsteps began to retrace her walking path, perfectly in pace with her in spite of the stagger she took to ignoring, gripping tighter onto her staff and separating the weight between her feet to alleviate the impact of her limp. why had such acuteness been naturally taken by the noises around her? a fact she could not understand. but her attention pardoned to the steps in her shadow until only they remained amongst the faint bustle of life and, when they paired off into an erratic pattern, she was too curious to not peek over her shoulder.

the glance back proved fruitful; pushing her to risk a longer stride backwards to dodge the outstretched hand reaching for her. pale eyes widened and the softest of sounds left her, all she could utter in light of the sudden flare of pain aching her calf. stumbling, emmeryn forced her stance to right itself, dragging her staff through the dirt to remain at her side, lest her legs give out beneath her.

"hey, hey, miss thing," pale sapphire met ember in a startlingly kind gaze; the man retracted his hand to rest behind his back, toothy grin not enough to quell the blatant confusion in her countenance, "no need to trip over yourself. we're not gonna hurt ya'. promise!"

but the catch of steel in the hands of a man behind him had not convinced her to halt her slow retreat. in fact, it merely strengthened the worry tugging at her heart, wary of her caretaker's safety in the happenstance of them having followed her only to distract him. "i. . ." a pause; she winced when a sudden backstep returned an old, aching burn in her ankle. "i. . . understand. but please re. . . refrain from touch━━━touching me. i do not. . . like it."

and despite his laughter and affirmative nod, emmeryn could not help but tether herself to the caution once asked of her. he took another step and she met his with one of her own. when sapphire eyes caught the sight of a shadow stretching beneath them both, the charming man crooned, "we just wanna talk, milady. that's all. nothing more, nothing less."

she offered a smile, one he had not matched. "yes, we may talk. . . but can we talk at. . . at a distance?"

please help me nephew, @fellpurpose !

♚ ・ insert that one fe warriors clip but lissa is emmeryn and odin still misses his radiant dawn attack ━━━ emmeryn & odin

SETTING: the fields behind the town's storefronts yet separated by thin woods,

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THE PLATINUM - HAIRED MAN PRESSING HIS LIPS TO THE KNUCKLES OF HER TREMBLING HAND, bowing his head to her even before she had the pleasure of acknowledging his introduction with her own, had called himself paris and, the flock of few men behind him, his trusted friends. thus, emmeryn found little to be wary of in his presence, offering a kind yet thin smile as he gestured flippantly elsewhere for them to sit;

"as to strain your legs any further," he said, and she nodded, pleasantly surprised that he recognized the subtle weight she shifted between one foot to another; done without a word, so he would have no reason to divert his attention from the conversation at hand. but since he offered it, moving locations could not hurt, especially when langston was nearby, checking a fruit stall for the in - stock, seasonal goods their cupboard was absent of.

within moments of seating herself at paris' side, though, had his intentions became evident.

"my sister, a handful of years younger than i, has been sick for a fortnight, and none of my mother's attempts have helped her. . ." he stopped, gaze flitting elsewhere for a brief moment until emmeryn's hand reached to gently rub his bicep. "there's a healer that can help, of course, but. . . his services cost more than i make as of now."

monetary services were little more than a prod of annoyance in light of the treasury she had been bestowed after the insistence of her people, a gift they saw fit for her despite her willingness to share such wealth with the world before pulling a single coin for herself. thus, came the barest hint of hesitation as she smiled, nodding to a question that had not yet been spoken between them, "yes, i see. . . do you. . . how much?"

and paris brightened at her words, "ah, you're too kind, ma'am. last i spoke to him, the cost of one medical session was. . . three thousand gold, i think. and━━━!"

"yeah, the little guy's right!" a brash voice interjected, supposedly one of the friends of paris', clapping his hand against emmeryn's shoulder, stubbornly persistent despite the soft grunt she made, and leaning into the conversation. "that's three thousand gold per person! for each of our dying siblings, ya know? war and all that jazz."

she bit back a wince, far too sensitive for the rough camaraderie these men seem to have for each other; obstinate, her shoulder ached beneath his hand, where he kept his hold on her. yet, her focus had not faltered entirely, for her gaze shifted from paris' glaring eyes to the curious face of a red - haired lady, awfully close to the bench they sat at.

she smiled, however gentle still, and beckoned her closer. "are you. . . with them? paris' friend. . .?"

partner tag, @profitsabode !

♚ ・ nooo commander anna, don't weasel the rich ex exalt out of her money! get away from her, get a job! ━━━ emmeryn & anna

SETTING: the corners of the shopping district with the company of bandits,

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ALL SEASONAL PREPARATIONS HAD NEARLY BEEN COMPLETED, or at least those deemed most important to begin with, which was a delightful note of progress emmeryn happily tallied on the handmade calendar langston took the time to hang up a few days' prior. without neither sound nor word, she gestured to it for him to see and held her hand out, palm up, to pair alongside the curious cant of her head; a silence question he recognized easily.

"we're on schedule with everything, milady," langston nodded to his words, looking away briefly to write scrawl something on a loose page in ink, "the last items this week that we need are vegetables, only a handful, and then the rest of next week will require our attention on organizing."

when he stood from the kitchen table, it was to press the paper into her hands and say, sighing, "here, before you persuade me to let you go. take the list, pay for what you can find, and return so i can make dinner. be careful, milady."

and caution was naught a stranger of the former exalt's memory, so she nodded, dressed accordingly, and left all in a breath, before langston could worry himself more over her safety. shopping for groceries was hardly a task worth the risk, so despite her focus to adhere to the list, emmeryn could not help but wander from stall to stall, offering both a smile and her attention to each sales' pitch. to be stuck in a continent of wonders yet be constricted to the confinements of a house! how dull! the excitement, unmatched, dragging her gaze to and fro nearly reminded her of the first noon she had managed to pull herself from her bed in regna ferox and wander the village. nearly like━━━

a force of collision knocked the basket of vegetables from her hand, jerking it to a point where trembling began to rack through her fingers.

". . . oh!" emmeryn gasped, concern blatant in her frown as she regarded the dark - haired lady with an unspoken apology. her free hand clenched into a fist to quell the twitching and she hurried to press it against her chest, bowing her head alongside the whisper of, "sorry. . . i hadn't seh━━━seen where. . . where i looked."

but the lady herself seemed. . . no. the thought, as faint as it was miniscule, left emmeryn in a wisp of relevance. instead, she managed a smile and flexed her fingers into comfort before reaching for the stranger, "are you. . . okay? did i hurt y━━━you?"

partner tag, @searingenvy !

♚ ・ and when that burning is no longer present, you cease to exist ━━━ emmeryn & tharja

SETTING: dead woman walking and grocery shopping,

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honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes (if its easier you can place it post or during our thread 🫡)

TO BE GENTLE, AND TO ACCEPT GENTLENESS ・ accepting!

VULNERABILITY WAS A DELICATE FLOWER, naught to be unfurled by the reckless hands of another person lest they risk tearing the petals curled inwards over its heart. and that, truly, was all she could imagine as the boy broke into tears before her, his theatrics weakly caked into his voice to fruitlessly level what had already begun rasping and choking up. he made himself to be a sorrowful image; stepping away from her as he clutched onto his chest, as if to hug or curl in on himself.

had emmeryn said something she was not supposed to? all she could remember uttering was what he asked of her; an introductory to be shared between the pleasantry gap she had yet to bridge across. but, even a full sun after their last interaction, his wonderous eyes still water at the sight of her.

should she have given more of herself? laid her past, whether from her lips or anothers', bare at his feet until he was comfortable enough to poke and prod through it at his own pace?

the epitome of gentleness stepped forward, gloved hands raised to beckon and guide, to remind odin, once again, that she was a space of comfort rather than anguish.

"you. . . you poor thing. . . come," came her whisper, merely the ghost of an invitation, as her hands have already cradled the back of his head, gently pulling him closer until he was near enough to embrace. simply by instinct, had emmeryn's eyes closed, her focus entirely subjected to the physicality of something between them she could not understand. not yet, but she would learn to, until his gaze felt only the urge to brighten once fallen upon her.

his shoulders remained trembling when she pulled back, not far and not dismissive. instead, her hands moved in time with the soft curl of her lips, offering him an all - knowing and none - the - wiser smile as the pads of her thumbs brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. there was much to say, yet too little time to articulate any if all thoughts properly.

thus, confident in her silence, emmeryn whispered, only, "you are. . . are safe, oh━━━odin." before embracing the golden - haired man once again, canting her hand slightly to press against his as he shuddered and shook in her arms; sudden, came the memory of little sister clutching her skirts and sobbing until the fabric became wet with her grief. and, just as she had before, in the body she remembered nothing of, the former exalt gently held unto the back of his head and cared not for the dress his sorrow stained.

[emblemartyr]

♚ ・ insert that one fe warriors clip but lissa is emmeryn and odin still misses his radiant dawn attack ━━━ emmeryn & odin

SETTING: the fields behind the town's storefronts yet separated by thin woods,

[emblemartyr]

gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

[emblemartyr]

EMMERYN ( INSERT MIDDLE NAME ) LOWELL, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery's Town !

#EMBLEMARTYR ━━━ private roleplay blog for Emmeryn of Fire Emblem: Awakening ( FE13 ); interpreted & loved by Barely ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with The Officers Academy as a townsperson and organization founder.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Emmeryn being written after the canon events of Awakening, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible, as she specifically comes from her respective paralogue after a critical canon event which shapes her current interpretation. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be #awakening spoilers to avoid them.

unlike my other two muses, Emmeryn lives in the town of the monastery as a kind, yet quiet neighbor to those who reside there. upon having her housing papers admitted without struggle, she decided to rent out an empty building and use the treasury she'd been given to fund an organization for royals and nobles of any age to get advice and assistance with their etiquette and handling civil affairs, which she remembers easily.

after the events of Awakening, and known to those who saved her in her paralogue, Emmeryn suffers from a multitude of injuries that have changed her as a person. there are physical conditions, like her limp, unconscious twitching / trembling, and rapid blinking. and there are non-physical conditions, like her amnesia, hindered speech, and periodic headaches. I will not allow any heavy IC or OOC jokes about any of these unless spoken of beforehand. the way I treat Emmeryn is very careful and I'd become uncomfortable if her conditions were made fun of. in a softer note, there are a few social norms she does not remember and will need to be reminded of in certain situations.

similar to the above bullet, Emmeryn does speak slowly, in half sentences, pronounces certain letters and words wrong, and pauses a lot to formulate her thoughts. this will not change for a long, long time, as in the years after her paralogue, she hasn't recovered much from the incident. if your muse will belittle or mock her for her verbal inconsistencies, tell me beforehand so I can consider whether they should interact or not. just long enough for me to become fully comfortable with her narrative voice as a muse.

unless your muse has known her before her arrival or is currently enrolled under her organization, then they do not know that Emmeryn was the former Exalt of Ylisse, as this is not something she shares for the hope of starting over completely with strangers outside of her profession. on the note of her organization, let me know if your muse would approach her for it! you have to be a noble for the political classes but anyone can take her etiquette courses.

additionally, a frequent NPC that you will hear mentioned or referenced in her interactions is Langston, who is the caretaker that was deployed to Regna Ferox to tend to her. he is important to her reasoning for being here but will not be able to speak with your muse unless the thread or interaction calls for it and we have discussed it prior. yes he is pretty and twenty-seven and shy and blonde-adjacent and I have a crush on him, next question

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORTS PAGE.

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♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ the immortal light that beckons a kingdom forward ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ falling is trusting that the world will catch you ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ let us fill in the gaps of memory with those anew ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ kindred smile and soul; offering all she is and was ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood cannot ever forget ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her gentle hand ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ is love not simply the strength of both kin and stranger ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ a promise to never erase ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

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