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Accidents happen

She looked at herself in the mirror, and the reflect of himself looked at her, the body of a man, a discovered flat chest, there were no breasts to look at, which was good for her, she never was a fan of them, it didn’t make her feel less than a woman, nor more of a man. As she placed the bandage around her, as some sort of daily ritual followed. There was nothing to cover, but this did make her feel more like a woman.

“Why do I do this?” she said, once she had begun. It had become an habit, yet sometimes this question was raised to herself. There was no answer afterwards, as she kept covering her chest. “Sometimes I wonder if I should change things up a bit, be a man one day then a woman the next,” she muttered. It must be clear for the others, right? Who she was, what she was? Dorothy wasn’t a thing, nor something in between of a man and a woman, she was a woman. “Sometimes I make no sense, do I?” She nodded to her own reflection.

When she turned around, her tent opened. A quick reflex brought her hands to her bandaged chest, as her eyes darted around the room for her own clothes. “Where are they?” she asked to herself, finding them near her sleeping bag. There was no time to fetch it, put on her shirt and continue this, so she slowly moved to it and sat down, still covering.

“Oh! Sorry, I... is there something wrong?” Right now, she couldn’t think much about who was comign in her tent. “Sorry you, uh... found me in this situation.”

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haikusandstareyes:

Mitama frowned. Did she really come across as one so cruel and quick to scorn? That was unfortunate. Though she supposed that her father appeared the opposite of how he acted as well. Perhaps she should take it as a compliment instead of of mockery. Still, she sulked a bit as she bit into her apple.

The mention of poetry, however, perked her back up as always. “Haiku!” She replied, delight evident in her voice. “It is a form of poetry in Hoshido. An artistic pursuit, quite difficult to master. Few grow to be truly good at it and fewer still manage to use them so commonly as I do.” Perhaps she was bragging a touch, but still. It was a talent, and she was proud of it. “Art takes many forms / weaving fabrics, paints, one’s words / beautiful displays.”

She was a bit surprised by how Mitama seemed to be delighted to speak about haiku in such a manner. It seemed to be a very interesting topic for her, as well as what she wanted to be an expert on. Dorothy couldn’t help but let out a smile, she thought the other was adorable speaking like this, but of course, she would be careful.

“I see, an artistic pursuit? That’s a very uncommon pursuit.” Well, maybe it wasn’t. She hadn’t met many of the other people in her army, maybe they wanted to pursue other goals. “Usually, one wants to better oneself in physical shape, rather than... well, sharpening the strength we have on things like that.”

She blinked a couple of times then turned her head away from Mitama. “N-not to say it’s a bad thing! It’s just uncommon to hear such a thing! P-please don’t think I’m uncultured... Even if I am.”

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📕

Already answered!

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📻 =What music genre do the mun and muse listen to the most? Any favorite bands?

(Going for Modern!AU because Bard music is not real music)

L’Arachel: Pop music. She probably listens to K-Pop and J-Pop from time to time, pretending she understands (and because she is a weeb in secret, not very well-kept).

Peri: Instrumental music! She likes to put it when she’s cooking, and for some reason, it makes her look creepier when she is. Sometimes she listens to Alternative Rock, but contrary to popular belief, doesn’t like Metal because she doesn’t understand it.

Dorothy: Old Rock. Her father listened to it on a daily basis and it grew on her when she left her home, though she avoids a couple of songs because she feels her father is there with her. She has no favorite bands, just a couple songs from each band.

Genny (A Sheep in disguise): My music taste is all over the place but I can safely say I like Videogame Soundtracks, I listen to Fire Emblem’s instrumental medley almost on a daily basis, pretending I know all the songs. My like in OSTs is also all over the place but Mario Galaxy has very calming music, I like that.

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🌙 already answered!

📕 = What was the last book the mun and muse read? What genre was it? How would they rate it? Are they currently reading anything?

L’Arachel: In Fire Emblem, I’d think the last she read was a romantic novel about a knight seeking his kidnapped love, and she’d rate it a 10/10 in her own scale. Modern!AU L’Arachel would probably have read Harry Potter and thought it was “Good but it could use more creatures”.

Peri: She read the Alphabet last week in her personal Caligraphy Class, so she can write “alphabet” correctly.

Dorothy: Fire Emblem Universe, probably one of the religious books inside the Church, not necessarily the writings of St. Elimine, but maybe a curate’s thesis. Modern!AU, she’s a fan of Young Authors, so probably something from John Green or Gillian Flynn, she doesn’t want to rate books, all of them are good.

Sheeude (Sheep Dude): I’m currently reading Isaac Asimov’s Forward the Foundation, a science-fiction novel that speaks more about society as a whole rather than technological advances. I’ve been meaning to read the Foundation series completely (already did the original trilogy), and so far, everything makes a lot of sense. I’d say it’s a very solid 9/10.

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🌙 

🌙 = Are the mun and muse more morning, day, or night people? When are they the most relaxed? When do they get the most work done?

L’Arachel: A very strange morning person. She wakes up every morning to do chores then do... whatever she has to do, really. In the army, she was the one who woke the others up (And I imagine Rennac is not a morning person so there’s that). If anything, though, L’Arachel hates staying at night because... what is she gonna do in the morning? Sleep? Unfathomable.

Peri: There’s really not a point in time where Peri does more work than usual, or where she’s more relaxed. Some days she wakes up early, gets cleaned, makes breafast... some others she eats breakfasts at 2 PM then goes back to sleep.

Dorothy: She tries to be cheerful at all times, but is more of a morning person than anything, given that most people tend to wake up slightly later than her, she can do good things for them, and it’s good to be by oneself sometimes. She also likes nights, and it’s when she’s more relaxed, but if she’s waking up early, she can’t stay that late.

Sheord (Sheep Lord): TBH... anything but afternoon. I’ve tried doing stuff in the afternoon but all I do is sleep, eat.... uh...

I’m more productive in the morning, more calm, and sometimes I’m even productive at night (But I know my limits).

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💙 ?~

💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place?

L’Arachel: She rarely enters a state where she’s not calm or happy, but when such a thing happens, as much as she’d like to be with Eirika, she manages to calm down better when she’s by herself. Collecting her thoughts seems to be enough for her to go back to a conversation with a clear mind.

Peri: She doesn’t calm down, it’s a mystery.

Dorothy: That’s her secret, doc, she’s always calm. Well, Dorothy’s not a woman to get angry easily or need to be calmed down, but when something bothers her, she usually tries to seek help from someone she has talked to before. Being by herself just makes things more awkward when she’s found out screaming at a tree.

Sheep: HMM. I like venting to my girlfriend, sometimes I just have to collect my thoughts or scream at a wall what I think about my family (common source of uncalmness). Sometimes, when not even my friends can calm me down, I go get a coke and a bag of chips and down my sorrows and worries with that, sometimes I watch Rick and Morty.

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L’Arachel: Eirika. Well, she has a tendency to like praise and people to acknowledge her wherever she goes, but one can safely say that she is a woman of simple likes, who smiles and gets angry easily. Pretty much anything that doesn’t involve Innes, Ephraim or Michalis is okay with her, and she’d probably smile.

Peri: Having friends or just people who are happy to be with her brings her to go to sleep with a smile on her face. Cooking, practicing and going out are some of the simplest things that make Peri smile.

Dorothy: She isn’t usually happy, but when she meets new people she always tries to put on a smile and have a conversation with them, which eventually boosts her spirits. While she prefers to be by herself, she knows she can’t be happy without people around her.

Sheep: Like my muses, I like being around with my friends, even if I can’t go out much, it makes me happy to talk to my closest friends on a daily basis, and to surprise them with little shows of affection. I like making my friends happy and being there for them, in a way it makes me feel of use.

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😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest? 😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest? 😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest? 👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse? 💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place? 💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous? 💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends? 💜 = How would the mun and muse describe their relationship with their parents and/or siblings? ❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush? 💩 = What do the mun and muse usually do when they feel bad? 🛍 = What sort of things do the mun and muse usually shop for? What is the last thing either of them bought? 🗺 = Where would the mun and muse like to travel to most? Have they ever traveled away from their home city/state/country? 🚿 = Do the mun and muse have any bathing routines? Any habits like singing in the shower? 🎈 = How do the mun and muse react to surprises? When is the last time either was surprised and what surprised them? 🎁 = What sorts of gifts do the mun and muse like? What were the last gifts they gave and received? 📚 = What sorts of books do the mun and muse like to read? Do you they have a favorite author or book? 📕 = What was the last book the mun and muse read? What genre was it? How would they rate it? Are they currently reading anything? 🎮 = What genre of video games do the mun and muse like best? What are their favorite systems and video games? 📻 = What music genre do the mun and muse listen to the most? Any favorite bands? 🎸 = Can either the mun or muse play an instrument? Which one(s)? 🍳 = What are the mun’s and muse’s favorite foods? 🍎 = What do the mun and muse like to eat for a snack? ☕ = What drinks do the mun and muse like best? Do they prefer cold or hot drinks? 🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks? 💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine? 🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse? 🌙 = Are the mun and muse more morning, day, or night people? When are they the most relaxed? When do they get the most work done? 🎨 = Do either the mun or muse have artistic talents? What are they? 🎬 = What genre of movies do the mun and muse like best? What are their favorite movies? Do they prefer watching alone or with others? Do they prefer watching at home or in the theater? 💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other? 🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

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haikusandstareyes:

“Quickness is a presentation of its own.” She reasoned, though the palpable air of seeming displeasure coming from the other was beginning to dissuade Mitama. Food done quickly…fast food, as it were. Surely it would not live up to the standards of food done with time and care. Perhaps the other had the right in this topic.

“No…there is nothing else I require immediately…though since you’ve gone through with the trouble of waking me, I’d assume you’d at least gift me with your time afterwards.” Mitama had gone through the effort of waking up for the other after all.

“Dorothy presents / a show of her creation / self-introduction.” Mitama nodded to herself before smiling at the other. “Pleasure. You did not, but lateness does not make lacking. I am Mitama.”

Dorothy couldn’t help but keep listening in awe at what Mitama, whose name she will surely remember from now on, what saying. The way she said those words at the end seemed to be different than her usual voice, very different from her demanding voice. “That’s funny, I thought you didn’t want to talk to me much after I woke you up. Maybe I shouldn’t even mention it, it’ll make you feel angry at me again.”

Gently, she shook her head. “Anyways, Mitama, why do you speak like that?” Her head tilted slightly, her mouth barely opened when she talked about this. It seemed she was slightly embarassed to admit she didn’t know. “You know, when you said the whole... self-introduction thing. You know, you were trailing off your words and all.”

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humblemage:

“I do not doubt it.” He sighs, but still there is a faint up-tilt to his lips as he releases Dorothy’s hand. He’s certain his sister’s words were rarely praise, but the fact that he is on her mind often enough to leave an impression sits well with him. It’s a reassurance that she still cares for him, albeit in her own way. It does, however, strike him that Dorothy would describe him as lonely in his appearance and mannerisms. He hadn’t thought he presented himself as such, yet… there is some validity to the observation. Granted he most often is content on his own, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t prefer the company of someone he could call a friend every now and again.

“You? Well, it may just depend on the extravagance of the spell itself.” She didn’t seem to hold much potential, a fraction of his own. However, that didn’t mean she was entirely incapable so long as she set her mind to it (after all, one can always improve on their own abilities). He glances off to the rest of their party, going about as they saw fit before he seems to draw a conclusion as he turns back toward her. “If you’d like to attempt it yourself, there are far more simplistic ways of manipulating magic than what you see done in battle. You might try boiling an egg, for instance, using only your fingertips…”

Her eyes seemed to widen, almost as if they were about to pop out of its sockets, a faint gleam appeared on them, of surprise and happiness of some sort. “Do you... do you really mean it? To boil an egg is very impressive, for someone like me.” As someone that didn’t think there was much hope in the topics of magic, that is. “W-would you teach me?”

Her hands seemed to be clenched into fists, shaking slightly due to excitement from what Luthier had said. Dorothy having magic capabilities? Would this bring her closer to being able to use a staff? Surely it’s not the same, but perhaps with enough practice, maybe she could mean lesser wounds one of these days.

“When do we start, Luthier? C-can it be right now?”

What’s A BFFL...?

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Fernand’s eyes narrowed when he noticed the girl, squinting at her in confusion. What was she doing here…? He had never seen her before but her expression seemed to say that she was startled by him. Did that mean that she hadn’t been sneaking up on him? He moved to take a step towards her but paused when her arrow suddenly flew past his head, the sound of it whizzing by so close causing him to flinch slightly. 

What was she yelling about? Apologies after nearly killing him? He gripped his lance tightly, not caring that it was a duller one used for training and now his main weapon. He didn’t need a sharp one to threaten her she was clearly already scared out of her wits just by the sight of him. Well he’d teach her a thing or two about sneak up on people and shooting at them.

He followed after her, grumbling under his breath in agitation that he had been bothered during his training by some terrified girl with a bow and butter fingers of all things. “Come on out then!” He called, glancing around as he tried to figure out where she had run off to. She couldn’t have gotten far…

“Speak to me face to face and I might just consider sparing you for what you’ve done.” he growled, not really planning to kill the girl but figuring it might get her out her her hiding faster. He needed to know where she was from and what she was doing all the way out here– seemingly without anyone else accompanying her…

Dorothy couldn’t outrun a knight of Rigel, right? Of all possible places to end up in, she had to end up having to face a knight of some renown in her own. She was technically Zofian now, would this be considered as trespassing? “Hopefully not”, she said out loud.

After going around the forest’s trees, she quickly hid behind a very thick tree and took a deep breath, keeping it inside her so she wouldn’t make any sound. Of course, she heard the knight’s suggestion, which felt more than a threat than anything, she wasn’t going out in the open to face the man, especially now that she had no bow to attack him.

She held her breath, hoping to hear the knight’s steps on the grass and making another run for her weapon. Dorothy still remembered where she had left them, it was an important part of being a bodyguard... or a fighter in general.

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I swear I’m hip so Summer HCs

L’Arachel

Wears the latest in beach fashion, looks like a very rich girl at all times, wears sunglasses, shiny sandals, gold necklaces. Came wearing a swimsuit, never got into water.

Absolutely loves the beach, by the way. Never gets old.

Would try any sport once and never play again because she made a fool of herself. As long as it doesn’t involve nudity.

Never takes her sunglasses off, even when she’s reading magazines.

Won’t get tanned at all. She brings a parasol around to protect her skin at all times, it’d be a shame if her white skin went to waste, after all.

Wouldn’t hesitate to put sunscreen on a girl’s back.

Dorothy

Brought fisherman pants and hat to the beach. Wears a tanktop, as well, to show off her slightly buff archer arms.

Doesn’t tan, but wears sunscreen at the beginning of the day. At the end, however, she’s red due to sunburns, never learns.

She’s the kind to bring sandwiches for everyone, if they ever get hungry.

Not the best at volleyball, but likes watching cute boys playing volleyball.

Picks up crabs to show to her friends.

Peri

Hates the beach.

You’ll be dead before she is brought there.

Would throw crabs around.

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Lukas intended to have one of the villagers to sit watch with him during the night, at least to learn the ropes (he couldn’t stay up all night every night, after all). The long walk and the exhausted looks on everyone’s faces forced him to change his mind, but Tobin still insisted on helping him. So much for the help, Lukas thinks, looking over at the sleeping form nestled in the crook of his arm. His own fault for letting Tobin rest his head there.

It takes some work to remove the boy from his arm, but Lukas manages to do it, replacing Tobin’s ‘pillow’ with the villager’s own bag of provisions. “Get some rest,” Lukas whispers. Tobin answers with a snore.

Lukas enjoys the peaceful silence, the sounds of crickets chirping and Tobin’s soft, rhythmic breaths. At least he does, until that woman all but runs into camp, shouting loudly for help, scaring away the crickets and startling Tobin into wakefulness.

Tobin stirs beside him, eyes wide, but Lukas places a hand firmly on the boy’s shoulder, shaking his head. Lukas keeps his eyes on the woman as he picks up his lance, rises to his feet. Help, she said? She does look frazzled, waving her arms around like that. It could also be a trick, his mind reminds him. And in the middle of the night… we’d be walking into an ambush.

“Miss, please,” Lukas keeps his voice low, looking back at where the rest of the villagers are supposed to be sleeping. For the first time, he prays that they are heavy sleepers. “There’s bandits about, your shouting will bring them straight here.”

“Who is this friend of yours? Who took her? And where?”

A visible blush appeared on Dorothy’s face, as she quickly covered her mouth. It hadn’t been  long since Silque had gotten caught, saving her in the process. It’d be bad to bring them here, all this way. Slowly, she lowered her arms, she guessed her friendly gesture could be taken as a threat. “W-was I really shouting?” she muttered, looking away but heading straight to the other.

Slowly, carefully, she placed her bow in front of the man, taking the chance to kneel. “Sir,” she began. “My... my employer got caught... I know it’s my mistake, but I want to save her. She was taken north, sir...” Her head now lowered, but then raised again for a yawn, which she eventually covered her mouth.

“They were bandits... many of them, all they wanted was a woman and... well, I want to believe she had hopes I’d come back.” The tone of her voice slowly diminished, but it picked up again with another yawn. “I-I’m sorry, I’ve been seeking help for hours now, I’m not in good shape to do bandit-hunting... And also, I’m sorry about waking you up, sir.”

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When it came to coffee, Dwyer preferred to actually brew it himself, but occasionally, he would allow himself a break at a nearby café if he happened to be in the mood. It was rare for him to drink another’s cup of coffee, but wouldn’t object if it was offered to him. While he wasn’t offered anything, he had noticed there was a café that recently opened in one of the Nohrian villages. While he was running a few errands, he decided to take a break and see if this cafe’s coffee was decent enough to warrant another visit.

Once he had purchased a cup and settled down at an empty table, the first thing he noticed was the small pitcher of cream and bowl of sugar cubs. A nice touch for those who couldn’t handle the coffee’s bitter taste. Dwyer, preferring his brew black, left the cream and sugar untouched.

He took the first sip. It was rather good. Not as great as his own coffee, but good enough to satisfy the Troubadour. He let out a tired sigh when a stranger sat across from him, failing to notice every other table had been filled. Still, he didn’t say a word. That was, until the woman thought aloud.

“The cream and sugar is right here.”

Of course, among her thoughts and worries about being somewhere she didn’t identify, she didn’t notice the cure for her current issue was right in front of her. They seemed fancy, usually she just poured milk and spoons of sugar, but imagined a cube must be equal to a spoon, and if not, it was a journey she was to take. She placed two cubes of sugar and brought the 

She brought the coffee to her lips, but quickly took it away, taking out her tongue. Either sugar over there was sweeter, or one sugar cube did not equal one spoonful of sugar. Yet, she took another sip, perhaps the coffee wasn’t as strong.

“Is it just me or...” Well, it wouldn’t be bad to bring it up to someone who wasn’t a waiter. “Is this coffee not strong enough? Did I order it badly?” Dorothy avoided the gaze of the other, in fear they were judging her from her actions alone, including, but not limited to talking to herself. “Not to, uh... insult your coffee.”

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Roy,

Please keep being strong, we believe in you no matter what. Sorry I can’t tell you this in person.

By the way, love your hair today.

-Dorothy

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“Lord Elliwood,

Is Roy alright? I hope he is! It’s been a long time since we last saw, haha... I leave this as a way to tell you I took a little piece of candy you kept in that bowl, the one next to this note.

Sorry!

-Dorothy”