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misericordel · 3 days

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"ah!" veyle flinches back in surprise, bringing her hands to her chest as marni raises her voice. a frown tugs at her lips and she forces the courage it takes to not run away from this all— as easy as that would be. a good dragon doesn't run away from her problems.

her brow furrows. "but you didn't keep treating me terribly. that's what matters. not any kind of theoreticals." as much as she wants to shout, she manages to keep a calmer voice than marni. "so thank you, marni. i'm glad that you're happy for me." a pause and she swallows, nerves showing through her expression despite her fullest attempt to suppress them. "and i uhm— since you're here, i want you to be part of that family too." her gaze falls to the ground, courage not lasting long enough to prepare her to see what marni's expression might look like in reaction to her request.

the type of sin they pray about

boel post-battle, medical tent

#toaboel2024 #{ ic. }#{ marni thread 01. }#{ EXPLOSION }#{ if i got a nickel for every doomed yuri relationship veyle has with limit muses i'd have two which isn't a lot but its weird that its #happened twice (affectionate) }

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misericordel · 3 days

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she is met with shock and surprise first, then choruses of "lady veyle! lady veyle!" coated in worship. a grin takes to her face because this is how it should be. she is lady veyle and her father's only child. this is how puny humans should greet her!

she takes to obscurité for the execution, delighting in the pain and anguish that it creates. when all the lives have been snuffed out, blood stains every wooden plank in the floor and there is not a single human soul left to cry out in pain. she breathes heavily, smiling. father would surely be proud to see her like this.

calming down from the high that was slaughtering the humans that so readily welcomed her claws on their wretched throats, veyle exits the storehouse feeling… only marginally better. why was it always like this after every life she took? it must be the defect still inside her. she clicks her tongue in annoyance, gaze landing upon griss waiting for his return.

"you followed my orders." the fell dragon notes with a haughty tone, stepping now in front of him. "what a good hound you are. i'm surprised."

Make It Up As We Go Along [Griss & Veyle]

#{ birthday 2023. }#{ ic. }#{ griss thread 02. }#{ there's a lot of desire for dad's approval in this one :crunchy: }

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misericordel · 10 days

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april 2024 → passed

skill points → `22 to 24

thread skill points → (dropped)(any +1, used as sword)

sword → C+(½) to B(½)

#toaactivity #{ activity check. }#{ i feel like im five months late waiting for a whole three cdays to get to this }

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misericordel · 18 days

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“oh, right, the mission—” she slaps her hands over her mouth the moment the word mission leaves it, eyes going slightly wider than before. she’d somehow forgotten about it, so engrossed in the knowledge the professors here imparted on their students. as she lowers her hands, she wears an apologetic expression.

“sorry. i’m sure you’re probably busy yourself and yet you have to guide me around the academy like this.” initially an apology meant for being so obvious about what they were doing, veyle manages to spin it around to something more related to being a 'new student'. “if you don’t mind. i think i know where my dorm room is, but i don’t wanna get lost…”

how’s that for acting? if there’s anyone listening in on them, surely that was at least convincing.

let down your hair

⤷ non-mission task: showcase ( sword +1 )

#{ ic. }#{ leif thread 02. }#{ altho i think she does genuinely have it in her to deceive people pretty convincingly considering the scene in engage where she pretends #to be the other lady veyle to give alear back one of the rings sometimes a girlie is just absent minded. teehee }

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misericordel · 1 month

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will fell blood wash out of such important clothing, though?

she opens her mouth to speak her mind but leif is already briefing her on the mission before she can dare to interrupt. veyle purses her lips, forcing the discomfort away as best she can with a look off to the side.

"you want me to attend classes with you...?" she looks back up at him, mouth ever so slightly agape. clenching her fists, she swallows her nerves and nods. "alright. i don't know how much i can act like a student should, but i'll make sure to clear out my schedule for the next week."

by morning the next day, leif has a proper uniform prepared for her. it feels strange wearing the student uniform when she doesn’t feel she has the right to, but remembering this is to save the students that had gone missing has her forgetting the needling of discomfort to her heart. that, and…

“the classes here are so interesting!” veyle chats excitedly at leif’s side with a smile on her face as the both of them leave the classrooms for the final time that day, fists clenched in front of her chest as she tries to contain her excitement. it’s clear she’s almost entirely forgotten about their original mission. “i can’t believe there are students that complain about going to these when there’s so much fun stuff to learn!” she looks at him directly now, eyes sparkling.

let down your hair

⤷ non-mission task: showcase ( sword +1 )

#{ ic. }#{ leif thread 02. }#{ i hope this transition is not too awkward ALKDJLFKD }#{ veyle: the sins of my past will never wash away no matter how hard i try. also veyle: learning and studying yippee!!!!!!! }

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misericordel · 1 month

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she could tell him about her encounter with griss at last year’s ball. she could tell him about how she met zephia again in that cemetery and physically fought with her. she could be as selfish as she wanted to and mauvier would follow all of her orders. everything would be fine then, but….

that’s not what a strong dragon does, is it? veyle clenches her hands into fist, gaze hardening ever so slightly. “no, they didn’t do anything to me.” the lie rolls off her tongue surprisingly easy. “but i wanted you to know, at least. so that you wouldn’t be as surprised as i was when i first saw them.” so that zephia or griss couldn’t ambush you and cause you distress like mine. she shifts on her feet, serious expression falling away and making way for warmth. “thank you for offering to protect me, mauvier.” she smiles up at him. she is blessed to have such a perfect knight willing to do anything she ever needed, and it is because of that she could not bring herself to take advantage of him like that.

Ch. 21 - The Return || Mauvier & Veyle

#{ ic. }#{ mauvier thread 01. }#{ THESE TWO MAN. EXPLODES }

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misericordel · 1 month

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"i remember that! i hope she reacted well to the ring you got her!" if he was still talking so lightheartedly about her, that at least meant that they were still on good terms then. she's about to continue talking about nanna when leif brings up using his spare uniform— if she wanted to.

"no way! i couldn't possibly sully the uniform the sage lord wears even if it is a spare!" veyle immediately protests with a panicked voice, shaking her head with wide eyes and holding her hands in front of her. "nanna's uniform is just fine, as long as she's alright with it!" really, veyle still held her qualms in using anyone else's uniform when she was a fell dragon— but this was for the sake of the mission so she could at least swallow that down.

let down your hair

⤷ non-mission task: showcase ( sword +1 )

#{ ic. }#{ leif thread 02. }#{ sorry leif she's trying <3 }

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misericordel · 1 month

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though she had kept herself going through all her suffering for so long because of the thought of her brother, it had been mauvier that was by her side for the past few years with little involvement in the worship of her fell blood.

thus, her attachment to him in the form of a tight hug that she has to force herself to pull away from him eventually. she could not keep him there forever, after all. "don't apologize. please. i'm just glad you're here." veyle sniffles, pulling her hands to her stomach and fiddling with them for some form of self-soothing.

'have you been well?' he asks, and her eyes land on her feet planted firmly on the ground. "i want to say i have been but…." her voice trails off to silence for a minute as she thinks of the past few moons especially. not only the mission that she had failed to be useful on, but…

"zephia." she finally admits with a quite voice, looking up at him with anxious eyes. "she's here. and- and so is griss. even though they're supposed to be dead…." even marni too, but she had not been antagonistic. rather, she'd been the opposite. it would be too cruel for her to group marni in with griss and zephia, so she doesn't.

Ch. 21 - The Return || Mauvier & Veyle

#{ ic. }#{ mauvier thread 01. }#{ (veyle vc) its been a little shit mauvier ngl }

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misericordel · 1 month

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"everything around here is crumbling apart. how sad." false pity makes its way into her voice as she stands before the church with griss. she could not care less of the livelihood of the people that worshipped her— it is only their worship that keeps her from slaughtering them the moment she lay eye on them. they are still human in the end.

disgusting, fraternizing humans. she clicks her tongue in annoyance at the thought of her mother, narrowing her eyes. "i've had enough bumbling around. stay outside or you'll be involved in their slaughter as well." the other lady veyle hisses at the puppy that follows her.

that is to say, she means to kill them. that is what this prayer and sacrifice is for, after all. with little other word on her end, she forces her way into the church with a slam of the rotting wood door.

Make It Up As We Go Along [Griss & Veyle]

#{ birthday 2023. }#{ ic. }#{ griss thread 02. }#{ the only memory the other lady veyle shares with her normal self is her mother dying since thats where her trauma comes from oop }#{ also depending on what you want griss to do we can do a little timeskip to when she comes back out or we can go into full detail of what #happens inside the church :crunchy: whatever you want! if we go into full blown detail i will be tagging warnings with it though LMAO }

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misericordel · 1 month

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“…” veyle listens to leif speak with a tightlipped frown and furrowed brow. she takes what he has to say as seriously as she can, watching not the rocks that he skips out onto the water but the expression on his face as he talks. he has her full attention, though he always did when the situation allowed for it.

there’s a sense of dread poking at her heart, listening to the anxiety he has about his classmates disappearing. he doesn’t have to say much to convince her that these kidnappings are serious and that someone needed to do something about them.

“of course i trust you leif!” veyle leans forward slightly, clenching her fists in front of her chest as if to convince him that she does. “i mean, i even agree with you. there are kidnappings happening but no ones doing anything about it— not even the church? that’s terrible!” it makes her doubt her position as deaconess, when there are students in distress and the church is just ignoring it. she can question that another time, though. for now, she would do her very best to help her friend and the classmates he was clearly worried for. “i’ll absolutely help you find the missing students— or at the very least the culprit behind them!” an earnest gaze follows her vow to help, and then— uncertainty. her expression falls in realization of something. “you said i match the description of the victims with my long hair, but… i’m not exactly a student.” she looks up to him for something like approval or reassurance. “that won’t be a problem, will it….?”

let down your hair

⤷ non-mission task: showcase ( sword +1 )

#{ ic. }#{ leif thread 02. }#{ BACK AT IT AGAIN AT THE KRISPY KREME!! }

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misericordel · 1 month

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"ah, lady veyle... i wished to commend you on your performance in the battle...!"

knoll greets her with a smile. in the flurry of activity after their round and the immediate aftermath of the battle, he'd lost track of her. still, he wanted to express how impressed he was.

he likes lady veyle. he does not know what makes her fight so hard at her age, but he dearly wishes she did not have to do so.

"you are a remarkable combattant. i am once again in awe of your resilience..."

"knoll...!" veyle cannot help but gasp in pleasant surprise, standing up immediately from where she sits and hurrying to close the distance between them faster than if she had merely properly waited for him to come to her first.

her smile is obvious, hands pressed to her chest in attempt to cool her excitement. "my resilience huh?" her smile turns sheepish and gaze falls downward, cheeks slightly flushed. "it's nothing much for a fell dragon, really, but... thank you." it's one of the few things she has going for her, she thinks, so it's easier to accept the compliment.

"you lasted a long time out on the battlefield." she looks back up at him now with an earnest expression, noting his own success. "i hope the fairy dust that i gave you was at least a small part of that."

#toaboel2024 #{ ic. }#{ HELLO KNOLL MY GOOD BEST FRIEND KNOLL }#{ just the pure simplicity of “he likes lady veyle.” making me CRYYY over here }

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misericordel · 1 month

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