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          “ . . . What on earth ? ”

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     ❝ My, it has been a while, hasn’t it? Even though I am aware nobody is awake at such an ungodly hour... ❞ His feet shuffle sheepishly. ❝ I’ve only returned to inform I’ll be taking a break for a while to meditate in the mountains... I feel disconnected with Hotoke. It saddens me to inform. Perhaps... perhaps you could talk to that boy over there instead? He looks as if he’s quite the pleasure! ❞

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❝I forget the last time I felt brave.❞ ~ Alessia 💜

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     ﴾ ⚡ ﴿ THERE IS — a moment’s inhale as Mikhail traces his eyes across Alessia’s features. Her voice is water — no, no, it acts more similarly to a crashing ravine. Unpredicted, crashed; unable to form a proper flow. It is not familiar to hear Alessia admit her weaknesses, at least, to Mikhail; sorrow only tumbles into Alessia’s waves, accompanied by understanding.

     —He averts his gaze downward, a final moment’s feel of defeat.

     ❝ Dare I say I feel the same, Miss Alessia. ❞

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❝I haven’t slept in two days.❞ { inhales can i do this }

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    ﴾ ⚡ ﴿ THE MORNING — is cheerful. Sky crisp and clear of clouds, unlike the past several nights before, which Mikhail had graciously warned Corrin of. He understands; terrible weather has the possibility of effecting the people it pours under. Venus, taking her time to walk silken yet troubled steps into Mikhail’s quarters, has only approached the monk for the rest of the week’s forecast, only to pick up more conversation as she goes on.

     —A wary inhale as he locks eyes with the troubadour, no longer captivating itself in the sky outside his window.

    ❝ Are, are you sure you’re alright? ❞ The monk inquires, releasing the pent up breath. His voice is dripped in shakiness, evidently concerned. His line of vision shifting once more from the lady towards the sky out of the wooden window still; the attention is soon returned, a solemn look now adorned in his amethyst eyes. ❝ …Tonight, the night sky will be clear. The stars will be in your favor—gaze upon them, and sleep will find you. …I’d advise you to sleep, truly, the thought of not getting enough rest in general troubles me. ❞

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' Welcome back. '

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    ﴾ ⚡ ﴿ THERE IS — never, never a single moment where he is not overflown with fears and anxieties, cunning little emotions that etch their way into his nerves and mind. This is no exception when equipping a mere rod, pushing such negative thoughts out of his mindset, and allowing himself to charge into a battlefield. Even throughout this fighting, such needless bloodshed, a welcoming greeting when returning to his tent, or at the moment’s case, Castle Shirasagi, is almost never what he receives.

     —The sight of Felicia when he steps through the castle’s heavy doors allows his worries to disperse.

    ❝ It’s a pleasure to be back. ❞

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"I’ve never felt so at home."

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     ﴾ ⚡ ﴿ THE SERENITY — of Hoshido is, by this point in time, all too familiar to feel. Midday sunlight welcoming the two in open arms as it cracks through the window, crafting a path through translucent cherry blossoms fluttering towards the ground below. Times after the war are all but peaceful, something that the monk could not be more thankful for. Mikhail stands near the wooden window of Castle Shirasagi as Kana voices his dream-dipped thoughts aloud; a single petal floats towards its still.

     —For such a small child, he speaks such deep words.

     ❝ And neither have I. ❞

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♫ Owl City Starters 1/2 ♫

❝I’ve never been so afraid.❞ 

❝I’ve never felt so at home.❞ 

❝I’ll be long gone.❞ 

❝Tell me again was it love at first sight?❞ 

❝All I need is you by my side.❞ 

❝I’ve been dying to leave.❞ 

❝I guess you better be going.❞ 

❝I’ll be there, wherever you are.❞ 

❝I can’t forget you.❞ 

❝We were meant to be.❞ 

❝Do you wish we’d fall in love?❞ 

❝The empty rooms feel cold when I am so used to being with you.❞ 

❝Welcome back.❞ 

❝You keep me warm.❞ 

❝We can go anywhere.❞ 

❝When can we do this again?❞ 

❝Believe me, I loved you.❞ 

❝I’ve had just about enough.❞ 

❝Can you see me?❞ 

❝I feel your heartbeat.❞ 

❝Remember me?❞ 

❝Kiss the planet goodbye.❞ 

❝I’m going home.❞ 

❝Everything is never as it seems.❞ 

❝Golf and alcohol don’t mix.❞ 

❝Please don’t let me go. I desperately need you.❞ 

❝This is driving me crazy.❞ 

❝It’s a bitter world and I’d rather dream.❞ 

❝Help is on the way.❞ 

❝I hate goodbyes.❞ 

❝I haven’t slept in two days.❞ 

❝When can I see you again?❞ 

❝I’m so sick of being tired.❞ 

❝Please cut to the chase.❞ 

❝I forget the last time I felt brave.❞ 

❝I bought a one way ticket.❞ 

❝I’ll do whatever it takes.❞

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So… I tend to be a bit self-conscious when it comes to approaching people with Mikhail. I’m not sure if people would be 100% okay with me sending memes/asks/starter sentences with him, considering he’s an OC. So if you would be kind enough to take the time to like (or reblog, only if you really want to) this post if it’s okay if I enter your inbox with this OC, I’d be entirely grateful!

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So... I tend to be a bit self-conscious when it comes to approaching people with Mikhail. I’m not sure if people would be 100% okay with me sending memes/asks/starter sentences with him, considering he’s an OC. So if you would be kind enough to take the time to like (or reblog, only if you really want to) this post if it’s okay if I enter your inbox with this OC, I’d be entirely grateful!

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Your art is great! Have you ever thought of doing commissions or something?

Thank you very much!! That makes me very happy to hear <3

As for commissions… well, I have tried doing them in the past on deviantART. However nobody seemed to be interested in commissioning me, which was a bit of a let down, but it’s completely alright. I don’t think that my art is worth a lot anyways- so I usually charged for deviantART Points (which is deviantART’s currency system) instead of actual money.

I’ve been considering opening commissions again, but like how it was in the past, I don’t think people would be interested when there’s much better artists out there.

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Full reference of Mikhail’s outfit!

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﴾ ⚡ ﴿ felicecia responds:

((Aaaaa he llooks so adorable ? You have such a soft and cute art style ??? Take as long as you need ! There is no rush !! Hhave fun !!!!)

TYSM!! Ehehe, it feels generally good when people compliment my art style, despite it being so inconsistent.

Thank you for the reassurance!

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I apologize for being a bit inactive! Before I start doing replies again I’d like to finish this fullbody reference of Mikhail. Currently I’m coloring it and I’ll be adding some other things when it comes to just basic visual reference, so thank you so much for your patience! 

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Ahhhhh mikhail's such a cute!

Truly? That makes me very happy to hear!!

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five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

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     ﴾ ⚡ ﴿ WAS SHE — smiling? Oh gosh, did he say something idiotic and didn’t realize it? Knowing himself, it was likely that he did... just so he wouldn’t push his luck any further, Mikhail didn’t question the smile she made and simply continued to wash away as much as the splattered blood that had etched it’s home into Alessia’s leg. Doing so, he momentarily tucked in a hair that fell onto his face, tickling his cheek with it’s end, only to ultimately fall back onto his face. After that gesture, he showed no care for the strands of hair.

     ❝ Hold—? ❞ Mikhail began to repeat, only to catch himself at the last moment, shutting himself up. He couldn’t quite help himself; his speech pattern had already become permanent. Repeating phrases or things he said, just for the sake of knowing he said it, was sort of a habit he couldn’t really get rid of.  ❝ Ah, well... if we are being honest, it’s, it’s true that I don’t converse with many often. Especially due to the fact everything is very... new to me. ❞

     He managed a smile and a followed up laughter, something he wasn’t incapable of— you just needed the right topic and the right emotion from the monk if you wanted to see him as his “normal” cheery self. “Normal” would hardly be how you’d see him nowadays— it would have been different if he were still in his village.

Alessia cracked a small smile at him. She found his nervousness endearing in a way. Even if he thought it wasn’t amazing, she found it fascinating that one could just heal a wound with a wave of an overgrown wand. As he cleaned off that was now barely there, she found it amusing that he wasn’t expecting a conversation.

“Oh.” she said with a small nod. She wondered why he of all people had to go to the front lines, he seemed so ill-equipped for it. After all, they already had permanent  members out there that could heal on the spot. Deciding to leave that topic alone- no one liked talking about war after all- she asked, “Do you not get a lot of people holding a conversation with you?”

She supposed not, maybe they were toon injured to talk. Or, possibly likelier,  no one had the patience too.