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With Micaiah's drop and her having affected a few aspects of Pelleas's character development in TOA, I now have a few updates to try and straighten things out for myself.
Pelleas will no longer know how to cast Light magic. He still retains memories of using it in things like the illusory Arena events or when it was represented by the weaponry on a mech he drove in the lore event Unscripted, but this will not be a thing I'll actively be treating him as being able to use in normal threads unless he undergoes character development to encourage it again.
Pelleas is no longer under the impression that he'll return to Daein to serve as King again. He is here to improve his skills as a courtier and speak better in public in service to helping support Daein, yes, but he will no longer be as determined to be a 'good royal' and presumes he's unworthy.
Pelleas is back to idolizing Micaiah to some degree, no longer being as close to her as I've been able to write him these past few years. He actively views himself as a nuisance and burden to Micaiah, but he also acknowledges that the reason he still shows himself in public is because he's aware she likes him to some degree, so he feels obligated to not disappearing off the face of the earth to run away from the horrors of life.
Pelleas once more feels extremely socially isolated from most everyone back home, having cut himself off from most people and avoided others prior in service to how he'd been manipulated, his low self-esteem, and how he deceived them as well. Pelleas in TOA will now be less confident in himself and more heavy on the themes of atonement and self-loathing.
I will be writing Pelleas as having had romantic feelings for Micaiah but assuming nothing came of them by default. I do not expect any Micaiah rper to ship with me if they were to join, and if they are to be uncomfortable with the idea of my headcanon/interpretation of Pelleas's feelings towards Micaiah, then upon request I am willing to drop this.
Threads that made some reference or were contingent upon Pelleas's status of being engaged to our previous Micaiah will be attempted on my part to move forward still with all these changes/regression in character kept in mind whilst trying to keep the intended plot of the threads. If it gets to the point where I believe the thread is no longer salvageable due to this, I'll personally contact the mun in question, though contact on this matter will likely have to wait for the lore event to end since I'm putting most of my focus and energy on Leif and GMing my team for the duration of this month.
#// i am undecided on if i'll revert pelleas's age back to what it had been when he first arrived meanwhile. cause on one hand i freeze--#// --characters ages usually to try and not alienate castmates in terms of what age they might want to potentially bring their muses in--#// --if they feel they have to match me? but i also do think the concept of time and how much time has passed while pelleas has been here--#// --is interesting since his lifespan is meant to be short. i'll have to think a bit more on that#// but this post is founded in the most pressing things i think in terms of what'll actually potentially affect threads#// i think i try to keep my characters a little static to keep them recognizable to a newcomer but i think pelleas of my muses had the most#// in terms of like. slight nuances in changes? because of nelmicaiah's pushes for him to stop running from what he didn't want to deal wit#// --and generally giving him a healthier sense of responsibility. he still has a big sense of duty but i think he's by default waaaay--#// --more unhealthy about it. i do want to still try and keep ofc all his other interactions with other muses tho#// so even though i'm making this post for my own sake of getting my ducks in a row there's still a distinct possibility that--#// --a lot of you might not actually feel like it's very different hahaha even if it feels different to ME#// i'll be curious to feel out how it's like to write pelleas more like i did in 2020-2021 but still with the memories of toa#// a big shout out to nel!micaiah and all the fun years i've had o7 has been a blast and wishing nel the best#⚜ › housekeeping.#⚜ › ooc.
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JULY ACTIVITY CHECK
Status: Passed Skill Points Gained: 1
Activity Check - Any +1 ➜ allocated to Axe +1
Skill Changes:
Axe - C+ ( 1⁄2 ) ➜ B
Learned/Obtained:
Tomahawk White Magic Heal+ Miracle Fortress Knight Class Access Wyvern Rider Class Access Malig Knight Class Access
#// AT LAST MY ASHNARD-INSPIRED PELLEAS BUILD STARTING TO BECOME REEEEEAL#// shit that's been in the making since. i think like. the first or second arena???? bit by bit#toaactivity#⚜ › housekeeping.#gif warning ---#// while i'm at it. finally got miracle for pelleas :joy: we can pretend this is to celebrate his feh refine
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Undercover job this might be, Pelleas takes to it a bit more honestly than he has need to. Using his real name and his actual status seemed the easiest way to justify permission to more freely move about in Pearl Shoals than to play as a common servant or something similar, not beholden to a working schedule or the restraints of having to answer to someone else. And when he gets here and begins to meet its nobles, he's glad he had.
Too much do their ilk remind him of the senators of Begnion, he shudders to imagine bending the knee to any of them. But just because he has escaped one ill fate does not mean it is all smooth sailing, and he feels the burden of rising up for a role he hasn't really had to for so long. Cleaning up his look and keeping in mind etiquette and the way he comes off as...
He misses the simpler days.
Speaking of days to be nostalgic for, however, he finds a moment of respite when he recognizes Sain the moment the man speaks, suspicions confirmed when 'Malade' turns around and shows his face at last.
“ Yes, it's indeed me, ” Pelleas nods, a soft smile on his face. Orange hair... how committed to the act. Could Pelleas have dyed his own hair for a mission? He wonders. He takes the peony offered to him, smiling for it. Even if he is pleased to see Sain after so long, in truth, the first thing to pull Pelleas to this display were the vibrant blossoms. A weary soul yearns for something to soothe the soul. It's just that, in this case, Pelleas gets a two-for-one deal. “ It does me well to see you again and well too. ”
But as comforted as he is by the peony and a familiar face, Sain crashes Pelleas's hopes to live in a dream for a bit longer, reminding him of the very reason they both have even met here in the first place. How foolish of Pelleas to try to forget when from the moment they reunited, it had been with both of them in the guise of something not entirely natural for either of them.
“ Ah, well, a bit too much, I think, ” he answers nonetheless, seeing no practical reason to run from the topic. He, too, lowers his voice, mindful of the threat of being overheard if not careful about matters like these. “ The lives of those in Pearl Shoals are quite excessive... it's hard to sort the scandalous from the truly worthwhile. It feels like one tired affair to another, I'm afraid of getting too caught up in it... ”
‧❀༉‧˚ hortus de escapismo.
#// PARDON FOR THE DELAY but ty again for writing the starter!! arena memories my beloved [:#// i considered having pelleas bring up the auction/charity gala since benefit of the july mission prompts to work off of but--#// --i think focusing on the people of pearl shoals feels like it works a bit better for a conversation between the two of them?#// i can work in the gala later tho if we like >_0b#enarmor#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: hortus de escapismo.
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( FE10 spoilers )
Though Pelleas has known Alear is a 'Divine Dragon' ever since he's met the man, it's still odd to actually think about him that way, especially in comparison to all the dragons he's met before. He hardly resembled them, and the discomfort Pelleas got remembering that clan and all he has done to them... simply did not exist with Lythos's own. Of course, it shouldn't, because Alear wasn't from Goldoa. He was not the same as them.
But it is still difficult to some extent for Pelleas to remove his image of 'dragon' apart from those he has wronged.
(Is it because Alear's power to wake Emblems reminded him more of Micaiah's own ability to awaken gods cast to slumber within a medallion...?)
But his thoughts are interrupted as Yunaka answers his question in a fair amount of detail, such detail so fantastical as to make his eyes widen once he fully realizes what exactly it is she's been saying.
“ You all... were in the sky? ” Pelleas asks, pulling them back to one of her earliest statements. By instinct, Pelleas's own gaze moves upwards, trying to picture it. “ And in it... you could swim? I can hardly imagine it! ”
Boggling... absolutely mind-boggling!
“ It sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale. At the same time, a place to relax and so safe, being so high above, even in the midst of war... Daein builds itself quite high for defensive purposes, but it could hardly compare. If I could have saved my people and given their souls respite through such means, I... ”
A sad smile surfaces on his face then.
“ ...perhaps I would have been more confident. Perhaps Micaiah would have been happier too. ”
Yunaka smiles at him, relief making the expression softer. She hadn't meant to scare him. He had no way of knowing about...about the thing they all tried to avoid bringing up again. As far as she knows, the ring's been put to rest, and hopefully will never come out again in her or anyone else's lifetime. She wants to believe that the peace they fought for will be one that lasts, even if that isn't a realistic dream.
"Well, Emblems are asleep in their rings most of the time until a dragon comes around, so I imagine it's not that big of a deal..." They had never really seemed bothered by it...could they still remember what taste was like in their real lives, or was it something that, by virtue of being an Emblem, they just forgot what it was ever like? Funny how she never even thought of these questions until someone else brought them up.
"And of course! I..." However briefly Emblem Micaiah had been in the hands of those bandits, it had been Yunaka's fault that it happened. Sometimes, she wonders what would have happened if they hadn't spotted that bandit camp that night. What would have happened if they never got Emblem Micaiah back? They'd never known, but the idea that it had been so close doesn't sit well with Yunaka, and she wanted so badly to make sure she made up for it.
"I hope I was a friend to her." She says quietly. "She deserved the world, so I hope what I could give her was enough."
Ugh, no time for sadness! Yunaka shakes those bad vibes right off and gives Pelleas a bright smile. "Oh, well the Somniel was where Alear was sleeping, before he woke up. We ended up using it as a base during the war since, you know, pretty hard to attack a place that's floating in the sky."
She shrugs casually. "The royals all set up these funny little trials and stuff for Alear to do, but I kinda preferred keeping my head down. I have a weapon collection that they didn't let me bring to the Academy, sometimes Emblem Micaiah would listen to me while I explained where they all came from." She giggles excitedly at the memory.
"Oh, and we had the pool! Emblems couldn't swim, but floating in the water was kind of the same thing."
#// a minigame and somniel silly outfits would have fixed pelleas i think /j#// the way my one throwaway line in here is the only reason i have to tag this fe10 spoilers. silly with it but i am keeping it :crylaugh:#dcggersedge#⚜ › interactions.#fe10 spoilers ---
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Pelleas follows the mark of the shrine maiden's faith magic, briefly caught off-guard by its theatrics in tandem with its utility. Light magic, as much as it might feel like his opposite by this point, did still look pretty after all.
But he is brought back to focus at her question. He realizes now she has moved towards the edge of the rooftop, to which when he pushes himself to find out what she is reaching for, realizes just how it she managed to get up here.
“ Ah, actually, I have another plan... if you'll, um, forgive me. Please do not startle but... ”
Without explaining properly, Pelleas drapes himself over her frame, holding onto her so as to take her with him as he casts his own spell. In an instant, light engulfs them, the trace of dark magic distorting the very space around them and teleporting them from their current location over to the cover of the cave she had illuminated just earlier.
“ Pwahh. There we go... Ugh. ”
And as soon as they are in dry earth, their location stable, Pelleas extricates her from his personal space, shifting away to just flop onto the ground again.
“ I-I'm fine, ” he feels the need to reassure (or mitigate?) pre-emptively. “ Just a bit woozy. But your healing magic helped me muster the strength to do that much at least. My apologies for having to touch you to transport you with me though. I understand if it wasn't exactly... pleasant. ”
:pelleas: wet cat era (real) (not clickbait)
restoration | faith +1
#// rereading my own reply when i went to write this one and :joy: yeah it does read as way more concerning than i meant it LMFAO#// anyway hiiii mitama sorry 2 get all up in ur space. pelleas will let the earth reclaim him for penance#verseandrhyme#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: :pelleas: wet cat era (real) (not clickbait).
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“ A guide about good knightly conduct, yes, but conduct used to win love nevertheless, ” Pelleas elaborates. “ Filled with anecdotes and examples of various situations, it crafts an idea of what to aspire for in terms of being an ideal romantic partner so you may woo anyone you desire. That's the main reason it's set itself apart from any other guide on chivalry, I should think. ”
An enlightening read when he had thumbed through the pages prior to the blossoming new trend. Not that he's put much of anything from it to use.
“ Happiness but in all moments... it's a beautiful idea, isn't it? ” Pelleas replies, but the puppy-like joy that had been present in his demeanor has calmed considerably since. “ I think it shows your kindness too. Perhaps I am cruel then. A part of me agrees with you, but when I read through Regarding Knights and Chivalry, I could not help but wonder...
“ If my partner always seemed happy, would I ever begin to doubt them? ” Against the shining imagery of perfect bliss, Pelleas casts his own shadows. “ I worry it'd be a farce to protect my own ego. After all, nobody can be happy all the time, can they? ”
On their way to the dormitories, the two pass by clusters of students sharing tea in the gardens of the monastery, laughing and smiling.
“ You said the moments of joy in Fiendish Paramours were more meaningful even if they were fleeting. To me, that meaning is sincerity. I feel more at ease, knowing those joys are true because I am painfully aware of how it is when that joy does not exist. ”
of heaven or hell
⤷ non-mission task: pearlescent ( lance +1 )
#// glad the spontaneous thread went over well hahaha i was a lil nervous at first ngl :joy: just throwing it out there#// i like the idea of exploring fiction in-character too tho [: one downside is the awkwardness tho of characters usually being more--#// --vague abt details than an actual person would be irl just since. balancing to make sure it's not just all focused on the in-universe--#// --media at the cost of the characters *we* see. unlike irl where we do not need to care abt our own screentime + arcs theoretically LOL#// rlly liked playing off of the various things forde said here so i wanted to hit them all as best as i could but i recognize it means--#// --my reply is a bit of a Yapperrrrrrr. so if you prefer i cut out the final paragraph for the sake of conversational flow lmk o7#renaisguy#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: of heaven or hell.
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“ Sc-Scare you? ” Elected, she says! So she really did think it was purposeful! Fretful though that might be, they don't have the luxury to talk it out at present, as much as he feels tempted to bow in supplication, seeking forgiveness and clarity. She strikes a confident figure at first, much more seemingly calm in the face of danger that Pelleas can't help but feel reassured in her presence too.
That is, until the miasma does little, to which Pelleas's face drains of color anew.
“ Agh, forgive me then please! ”
Prioritizing safety, Pelleas takes hold of the silver-haired woman, pulling her to him before he casts his teleporting magic again. Just as the hounds would have eviscerated the two of them, they instead leap at nothing more than thin air, their prey disappeared.
Where they wind up is just a few feet above the maze, hovering mid-air. The fog obscures most, but the barks of the dogs lets them know the creatures they had escaped from are in fact just below them. If Pelleas were to drop, it'd bode ill, so he does his best to make sure he clings to the stranger in his arms.
“ Sorry again for the circumstances, but you're a dark mage, are you? ” Despite the harrowing situation, Pelleas's mood starts to brighten, the pace of his speech quickening. “ I am too. How rare it is to run into someone like me! Though, erm, I suppose if your magic didn't work on the dogs, mine likely wouldn't either... ”
But it deflates just as soon as he reminds himself of the situation at hand. He looks downwards.
“ Is it merely the strength of it? If it is, perhaps we could try you striking first to slow them down and I can follow up? I'd have to lower us both down though so I could be free to cast... ”
i don't need a dog. please don't bark
⤷ mission task: pearlescent ( riding +1 )
#// sorry for taking a while fgiofgJIODFJFDLKKGL... i had fun rereading your reply while writing this one tho [:#// your shade voice is truly so fun :ok_hand: fun to play off of mr. boyfail also#umbralexemplar#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: i don't need a dog. please don't bark.
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JUNE ACTIVITY CHECK
Status: Passed Skill Points Gained: 1
Activity Check - Any +1 ➜ allocated to Axe +1
Skill Changes:
Axe - C+ ➜ C+ ( 1⁄2 )
Learned/Obtained:
N/A
#// ONE MORE POINT AND WE'RE ALMOST DONEEEEEEEEEEEE#// the thing with dropping a muse is that it means i also lose their skill point grind progress :joy: so pelleas relegated to slower--#// --than my other muses again :joy: LOL#toaactivity#⚜ › housekeeping.#gif warning ---
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( FE10 NG+ & base game spoilers // tw: fantasy racism )
It was Pelleas who was raised in Daein, but the way Soren spoke now, who was it between them that embodied its hateful words more?
That is not to say Pelleas is free from sin. He too has had callous words come forth from between his lips, and it is a blemish on his record he must work to never repeat again. But in this moment, he's not thinking of himself.
All he can think of is how in the saddest of ways, the son resembles the mother.
Even now, Pelleas wonders why Almedha had encouraged him to speak so when uttering his orders. Were her and Soren not of that blood? How could they abide such words used against them and their kind?
But as stunned as he is by the vitriol spoken, it cannot fully distract him from the way he is being goaded. It cannot distract him from the echoes Soren speaks of thoughts Pelleas himself has nursed of the horrifying 'convenience' his life has led. And most of all, it cannot distract him from how beneath the bristling and aggressive show of something more animalistic for the briefest of moments, a sad note plays and resounds.
Soren thinks calls out the convenience of Pelleas's life because his must not have been convenient at all.
Pelleas frowns, uncertain of how to start. If he never does begin, however, he will never say anything at all, so he must purge his inhibitions, unwise as it might be, and simply speak his mind. “ ...I grew up being mistaken for one of the Branded time and time again with all that entails for one of them in Daein. If anyone didn't suspect such things about me while I was in charge, it was only because I'd been terrified of reliving that lie that I was desperate to never let anyone see my mark ever again. ”
A part of him regrets coming to his own defense. He must think it rather shallow. Yet still, Pelleas presses on, but he does not do so strongly. The man with the fire before has had his flames doused, weighed down by his own worries given voice by another. He speaks at length, but he also speaks as if he has already been defeated.
Pathetic, weak, and weary.
“ When I first saw your forehead, I was in awe of you, you know. I had been stunned to see someone with a mark so much like mine, but I also couldn't believe you'd show yours so clearly for the world to see! I'd wondered what sort of strong person you must have been to be so brave. Surely you had experienced the same mistreatment I had. Perhaps even worse.
“ ...For a moment, I had wanted to be more like you. ”
Perhaps it was fate's way of mocking Pelleas even back then. If the previous him had known he'd already been wearing Soren's skin and story like a mask for practically a year by that point, would he have still thought this?
“ I won't defend myself against the rest. I am cruel to Lady Almedha just as much as I worry about Micaiah's favoritism towards me and how it reflects poorly on her. But... I truly do not know why Lady Almedha did not raise you from the start. ”
It is a mystery he does not have the right to uncover, severing himself from the Goldoan princess as he had. And yet...
“ ...but I know what I saw was not a lie. If she loved her son any less, grieved for him any less than she did in all the times I had shared with her, I would have felt less stifled. That is my truth, ” Pelleas quietly finishes. “ I'm not suggesting you should follow her. I cannot speak for you just as much as I cannot speak for why she and you were ever separated, but I can speak for why I was shocked to hear she left you be. That is all. ”
the paths that led us here
#// WHEN I GOT THIS REPLY BACK I WAS LIKE [GASP] (IN A GOOD WAY)#// pelleas getting pushback good but i also looove how messy soren gets to be here too. one of the parts of him that makes him fun to--#// --dissect and analyze for sure!!#// trio of him pelleas and almedha is so fucking messy truly in the kind of way u wanna put them under a microscope#// i also think soren bringing up the attacks he does is fun because it's stuff i've had pelleas condemn himself for as well hahaha#// but since generally rp skews nice (WHICH IS FAIR ofc not everybody is down esp without consent/trust first for conflict) it paints--#// --pelleas as neurotic which. well. he IS that yes but i also think he does have reason to worry. i do not think pelleas is winning--#// --saint of the year awards regardless of what micaiah thinks of him LMFAO#// my reply became bloated but do not feel obligated to match length if you do not want to :saluting_face:#senerist#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: the paths that led us here.#fe10 spoilers ---#misogyny tw ---#fantasy racism tw ---#long post ---
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Given permission, Pelleas feels a bit more at ease, able to be more confident in presenting his thoughts than the stammering, uncertain person he had been moments before. It is hardly a dramatic transformation, and it doesn't hold a candle to the more peppy Blue Lions clearly built for sales, but it is there nevertheless.
“ I think if she truly cares for you, would she not want something that reminds her more of you? ” he starts. “ Of course, I don't know your relationship and how it operates. Perhaps I'm being presumptuous even... But I think a gift to remind me of my partner so that even when we are apart, I still feel them in my soul, would comfort me far more. ”
He turns away from the wall of pegasi and gestures to a wall of wyverns instead.
“ Since you ride a wyvern, perhaps you can find something that looks like the one you ride into battle with to this end. ”
the things we do for love
[mission board: restoration]
#// it's ok AKJLAJKAS pelleas for better or for worse :joy: says more than enough words to balance them out#deathsdue#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: the things we do for love.
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Felix takes control of the conversation and leaves little room for any opportunists to weasel their way past his defenses. Say what he might about their bumpy encounters in the past, Pelleas would be lying if he said he wasn't captivated and awed by such a quick and decisive display. It is strength without having to even draw a blade, the sort of thing he aspires to wield and wishes he had had back in his days of being a prince.
But any admiration he feels does little to give him long-lasting relief. Seeing that he's run up against a wall with the likes of Fraldarius's heir, the merchant sets his sights again on Pelleas.
Pelleas wonders if the man can smell weakness or if Pelleas merely advertises it too much.
“ M-Me? Er... ”
Being scrutinized so closely causes Pelleas to go ramrod straight, stiff more out of nerves than the cool, iron wall he might have hoped more for in this moment. He feels sweat already start to build up on his palms.
“ I... ”
“ If you're not able to shoot me down nearly as fast as your friend, that's as good an answer as any, isn't it? ” The merchant smiles anew, pulling Pelleas, wielder of the duo's wallet, aside. “ Just a little look won't hurt. You can see it and then decide if it's for you, right? ”
Not wishing to waste a moment, the man starts to unpack his swords.
what's yours is(n't) mine
⤷ non-mission task: restoration ( sword +1 )
#// hack to let felix see the cool swords: pelleas wet cat moment :relievedclown:#// cut myself off here in the reply to let you either cut the display off OR to go into the kind of swords u'd be interested in narratively#// --for a comparison to the iron swords they'd otherwise be getting for boel purposes o7#wolfhednn#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: what's yours is(n't) mine.
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“ How fair of you. But I insist, ” Pelleas rejects the claim to decision making between them. He doesn't mention it, but there is a part of him that worries if he were to make the truly meaningful choices for them, he'd come to regret it. Whilst he knew his strengths and where they laid, he is also pitifully aware of his flaws at times too— the most relevant to their situation was the habit to barrel forward when his emotions run high, perhaps to a group's detriment.
He imagines the more he fights, the more his emotions will be the price that pays for it.
Elffin's calm demeanor and ability to analyze the field thus far had been a boon, even if Pelleas had to take the brunt work of combat. It paints him a bit green with envy in truth, seeing a tactician able to make himself useful without necessarily having to lay much of any finger.
The only thing saving Pelleas's ego is the fact Pelleas does have to expend himself so much in the fights. If he didn't, then he's not sure he could justify his being here, even if he might have more knowledge on the Elementals. But was it truly necessary here...?
At Elffin's call, the key goes in, and Pelleas nods.
“ R-Ready! ”
But he's not sure he knew what he was saying he was ready for by the time the door opens and the two are engulfed in freezing water. Pelleas violently reacts in an instant, bubbles coming from his mouth in a froth-like state as he kicks and fights the crushing strength of such waves that come on strong to form the next arena down below.
Try as he might, he can't get his head to bob back up to the surface. The surface proves to be the ceiling, and they're entirely blocked off with the water sloshing against that top layer, looking mightily like a large sheet of ice above their heads. He counts himself lucky that he can still breathe in these circumstances—
—Huh?! Since when?!
Shivering, his hands still fight the urge to freeze up and instead move to his mouth to realize his whole body is covered in some layer of protective magic. Slowly but surely, it begins to warm him up, granting him enough hope to move.
“ Elffin! ” he calls out now that he's made sure he's no in danger of dying immediately, attempting to swim around this sprawling waterscape, poor though he feels like he might be at the sport. Coral and plenty of sealife decorate the area, an underwater coliseum, giving vibrancy to the space as he pushes through. “ Are you there? Oh, please don't tell me I've lost my one ally... ”
Pelleas grimaces at the thought as his heartrate picks up, desperate to disprove his worst fear. Worse yet, the ocean floor begins to rumble again, a large shadow covering him. He turns slowly to see the source and is met with a celestial beauty forming in a flurry of bubbles, larger than life as she consumes all attention within this Drowned Olympia.
“ AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! ”
Looks like there's more bubbles for Pelleas to make of his own, met with something more divine than mortal.
hop, step, jump
⤷ non-mission task: excavation ( any skill +1 )
#// since we agreed with the narrative focus i'm down to keep to that path rather than combat!! [: force myself to learn to write a--#// --narrative without relying on rolls LOLOL#// ended up going for the drowned olympia battle w/ the drunken chalicebearer as the scene here! from last summer arena#// ended up writing a long post due to scene setting jfdoifjdflkfdj pls do not feel obligated to match length#// figured how elffin shows up could be up to you but if you want me to drive pelleas into making contact with elffin in this post then--#// --that's fair!! feel free to lmk and i can add that in here np!!#moriddyn#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: hop / step / jump.#long post ---
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If he had been raised a prince since the very start, if he had been raised in a less unfortunate place, would he find formalities a habit just as Sakura did, he wonders? It's an answer he shall never know. In any case, it didn't seem as if she took offense to him making the request he did; if anything, she seemed quite pleased to do so if a bit shy.
“ Yes, just like that, ” he figures he ought to encourage her then, soft praise delivered in even softer tones.
He listens to her account as she works her magic over his wounds. Though she came off as gentle and demure, a balm to the soul in the way she spoke and worked, he doesn't miss the strength in her gaze that suggests something brimming beneath it all.
“ I understand that feeling. For a long time, I was forbidden from entering the battlefield. That did not stop others from going into the fray without me however, ” he recounts. “ I'd always be filled with anxiety waiting for them. My safety was in their hands after all, but... there was no guarantee that they would all come back. The battles were harsh, perhaps even cruel. ”
Crueler still when ordered by his own hand.
“ So when I was able to join at last, supporting them however I could... I felt free. Relieved, even! Even if I knew it would be fearsome, I still felt that way. Listening to you, though the circumstances might not be the same, it is like I hear my old thoughts reflected back to me. ”
Sakura blinked, then let out a soft gasp, bowing her head in an instinctive motion of apology. “Ah—oh! I’m so sorry… I guess I still slipped into formalities again… Pelleas” she said his name more gently the second time, as though trying to learn the shape of it in her mouth, her lips curling into a slightly shy but heartfelt smile; seeing him brought a sense of warmth to her chest –relief, mostly. There were many faces still lingering in her memory after the chaotic swirl of the mock battle, but this one – gentle, reserved, yet quietly brave – was one she had hoped to find safe.
As she knelt beside the cot he was seated on, staff in hand and a glint of healing magic at the ready, her voice lowered softly, “I was really happy to see you in the tent. I-I mean, not because you’re hurt, of course! But… because I was worried. After how intense the battle was, I wasn’t sure who was still alright”
The magic shimmered faintly as she worked, flowing from her staff into the traces of pain left on his body; her touch was delicate, yet the conviction in her eyes showed she meant every bit of her healing to reach him fully. “As for me… I’m okay now. I was taken down before the end, but being here now, helping others? It reminds me why I’m here in the first place”
Her smile returned, this time more steady. “I’m glad you’re safe, Pelleas. Truly”

#// np!!! i think continuing asks is fun [: something abt events in particular rlly lends itself well to it i think!!#// running 2 for 2 in terms of getting opportunities via threads with you to play off of some stuff i don't normally get to as well hahaha#// so i'm quite grateful on my end too :meow_hehe:#gentlenekomata#toaboel2025
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“ How odd to be asked of something like this... ” Pelleas reveals, marveling at the situation. He'd been following after Minerva, a couple steps behind, expecting her to choose of her own accord with the way her eyes hawked and inspected.
He had said it quietly enough it could be taken to have been an involuntary response, but soon enough, his apology reveals he's at least conscious of the fact he said it aloud and how it might be taken. “ P-Pardon me for my reaction. I've had my wardrobe replaced before, but back then, I felt little more than a doll. I didn't realize my opinion would be sorted at all in the matter, so I'm a bit taken aback. ”
Despite that surprise, though, he does seem quite pleased if his growing smile is anything to go by.
“ I suppose most times I choose what to wear each day or what to give to others, I only hope that I won't be an embarrassment somehow, ” he starts, genuinely trying to work through his own thoughts for the first time. “ Things that match what might be expected of someone of higher status... but nothing so impractical that I'd trip and fall easily. If I were to fall, it'd defeat the purpose of trying so hard.
“ Garreg Mach is located in quite mountainous terrain, so something that can suit that sounds ideal. My own homeland's capitol is built quite vertically too, so that works out quite well. ”
a promise is a promise! | Minerva + Pelleas
Every year it’s the same: there is a need for voluntolds– ahem, volunteers– to clean up after the Ethereal Ball has rung its last, and this iteration is no exception. Between food fights and burn marks, there is much to tend to. Worried about being shorthanded, the Church has come up with a fun little game: the more you clean, the more points you rack up! At the end, those with the most points can supposedly look forward to a reward, although… No one really knows what the exact reward in question is supposed to be…
#// her earnest effort is cuuute :pleading_face: and i think it actually works p well with my hcs for pelleas hahahaha#// i hc he didn't really get much say in anything on this kind of stuff and just let himself get dressed up by his mom#// so he's genuinely shocked to be asked to contribute his own feelings here :joy:#reddragonprincess#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: a promise is a promise!
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It's odd being thanked and getting the real impression that the other party might genuinely mean it— stranger still given the subject matter. It's easier to coax it out of others when giving gifts, for the times he might actually be present, or to gain it as nothing more than an empty platitude. But when he brings out this side of him?
“ If anyone should be grateful, it's me, ” he counters. “ It is nice to have my stance respected enough that it could convince you to see my way. ”
He finds for as often as he gets into arguments, he rarely wins them.
But this is no grand, triumphant victory. The fact of the matter is all he has argued for is the right to lose in a match rigged against the two of them. Sophia returns them to more concrete thoughts, planning their route.
“ I have no objections to this. Better the truth in its full than a lie that shall go nowhere. ” Pelleas nods. “ Let us go then. ”
He takes the painting with him, ready to carry it out even with its somewhat cumbersome size.
“ And when we do, I shall be with you through even the worst of it. I promise you that. Are you ready? ”
love me (not)
⤷ mission task: anniversary 2024 ( reason +1 )
#// i forget if i told you this already but actually i really liked your reply a lot JIOSDJDLKJDSLDSSD#// i felt like it carried a good atmosphere and paced the dialogue super well too!! i didn't feel like it was too heavy or forced on the--#// --thread subject either. reverse uno however in that i feel like *my* reply is kinda a flop LKJJSLJKDS#// in any case i thiiiink this feels like it can wind to a close? so if you want to close the thread in your next reply feel free! [:#// thank u as always for taking me on my dark magic / ethical dilemma prompts xoxoxo#nabataprophet#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: love me (not).
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Even as he attempts to throw himself into an abyss and keep her out of it, Micaiah throws herself right into the thick of it with him. She grips onto him with what strength she can muster, even as it pools out of her as the price of choosing to stay with him.
He's lost his starlight. But in the thick snows, even as his body aches with the pain of his fall, she gives him the starlight that should have been hers.
He doesn't move at first, caught in a state of shock, until she nuzzles against him, seemingly happy as can be. Weary to an extent, perhaps, as they both are after the whirlwind of aiming for high-up prayers and countless battles, but pleased now that they are over for them both.
“ Micaiah... ”
In taking his hands between her own, she ensures her button stays with him, refusing to let him sacrifice it.
“ ...Alright. When you say it like that, it's hard to say no, isn't it? ”
Despite that, despite the cold's frosty touch, he does at last adopt one of the gentler expressions she has long fought to see and protect, almost sheepish in its newfound space to simply be. The veil of severity cut, no longer necessary by harsh stagelights, Pelleas removes the face donned by an actor and pulls himself and her up, prepared to follow those steps to their exit.
Away from this stage that takes, to where she tells him there is such thing as home still left for him even if time marches on.
— the end.
revue of chance
Mission Task Board: Rumors of an underground opera company spreads all the way from Enbarr to Garreg Mach’s own halls, describing an air like no other show. Two actors take the stage, costumed and outfitted with an assigned weapon by the opera manager, dueling to undo the star-studded button clasping one another’s capes to their attire all while singing and dealing with an elaborate and dynamic stage. The mysteries surrounding this opera company are numerous: their means of production, their motives for hosting these given the lack of an audience, and the strange reports that the actors on-stage always seem to lose control of their emotions somehow… Could strange magic be afoot? You gain your opportunity to investigate when a letter of invitation is sent to you, asking you to take to the stage yourself as one of those very actors with the promise that winning the duel might very well grant you a prize you could not even begin to fathom… [Grants Any Skill +1]
#// i do love the opportunity to get those parallels in to base game :softsmile: ANYWAY AS PROMISED officially closed off now!!!#// starlight also jsut a fun ass word. i think these two are so cute in your reply truuuly#// micapell hougghgrhugrhghhgoo#frauleindermorgen#⚜ › interactions.#⚜ › thread: revue of chance.#⚜ › end posts.#// @ FUTURE ME remember u can't claim this one due to previous drop
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( FE10 NG+ spoilers )
Every time he looks at the ring he's been given, it's difficult to believe it is truly his to have and to hold.
This isn't to say Pelleas has never had rings. He's had plenty. There's something comforting about the feel of metal on his fingers, securing his robes and gloves, and it's something he's kept in his everyday wardrobe even after putting on the Officer's Academy uniform. He feels naked without them, and he finds himself fidgeting with them, turning them over around on his digits every now and then.
But the one to mark his engagement doesn't go on his hand. So far, he keeps it on a chain hidden underneath his clothes, and although it's always present with him, it's harder to see and feel compared to all his other rings. If his betrothed has an issue with this behavior, he's yet to hear it, but at the same time, he feels certain she would have said it if she really did have a problem with it.
So she didn't. That was the natural conclusion to come to based on the evidence, wasn't it?
Why did he feel so confident in this? He did not have her ability to intuit the emotions and thoughts of others; so often have the feelings of others felt lost to him, bewildering all around. Should he not be more paranoid about it then?
But at the same time, it is because he knows that she is forced to be privy to his emotions that he must conclude she has read them and feels secure in them. His boundaries have been invaded, him helpless to counter it, but to this end, it must inspire confidence for her that he does not hide her ring out of shame to feel his feelings.
In other words, her confidence begets his own.
In a lifetime where everything seemed all too easy to lose, all too difficult to gain, and suffocating with these circumstances, it is an odd feeling to lack the paranoia, the pessimism, and everything that taints his heart persistently. Just as he wonders where her worries are, he wonders where his must be too. This needling feeling of newness, of 'wrongness' for simply being out of the ordinary—
“Haaaah... This must be what they call a good problem to have.” He blows on the ring in his hand after polishing it, having pulled it out of his undershirt to maintain. The sapphire of it stares at him, sparkling too much for a figure like him.
The kind of ring that Lady Almedha had never sported. Taken as a mistress to warm the thirteenth King of Daein's bed, there was no woman closer to that man but there was also no proof left behind to show their bond. When she had been banished from the palace to rot by her lonesome, she might as well have been condemned to be erased from the history books if given enough time.
Perhaps, then, it was this ring existing at all that gave Pelleas confidence too. A ring where his predecessors lacked it, physical proof that he was in some way more secure than the heated but loveless passion of those that came before them.
Almedha and Ashnard didn't have a ring to give him as an inheritance. They did not have a love for him to follow in the footsteps of. They had stories, but they were hauntings more than romances.
But at least that was something more than his birth parents had left him. His biological parents had left nothing at all, abandoning him before he could even learn to memorize their names, their faces, or anything at all about them.
After he dies, will this ring outlive him? Would Micaiah give it to another person? Would it carry him and become his legacy? Will he do more than any of his so-called parents have done for him?
Will he live in Daein's history, or shall he disappear from it in the face of Micaiah's long life by comparison, the texts that could have described him evaporating just as his soul will one day leave nothing behind either?
A sapphire in infusible and insoluble both. It is near impossible to melt. This gemstone shares the color of his eyes, but it carries its identity far stronger than he ever can at this point, infallible under any pressure.
For this reason, Pelleas wonders if Micaiah chose it as an extension of her wish for him to live beyond his limits. If that is the point of its color reminding her so much of him— if it would have been pointless had it been any other color but this one.
She had triumphed against fate once to save him. Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised if she somehow manages it again.
'Til death do us part, they say.
(He'll have to think on that part of his wedding vows and what it makes him feel, won't he?)
#// originally i assumed this year's outfit would be more almedha-based (but white to differentiate it from the first year) but that was--#// --back when i thought this drabble was going to be a lot stronger in being a comparison between him and almedha :joy: oops#// given the accidental pivot to be a lot more abt his engagement ring as the main focus i decided to go more into focusing on deep blue--#// --being the focus color as a result! seemed equally as important to highlight in art as i had in writing#// the gold detailing and the shape of his jacket is based on his dark sage outfit though!#// meanwhile his vest's patterning is inspired by almedha's sleeves and the flowers are from bridal micaiah's bouquet#// the pose is also meant to be inspired by almedha's key art. slight tangent i went on while researching for this drabble--#// --but i had assumed? rings were common on all tellius mages but no? LMAO? all the female archsages get it upon promotion--#// --but none of them start with it. and no male archsages ever get rings at all!#// pelleas is the only character who wears rings in all his class outfits so ig i was never wrong to presume he just liked wearing them LOL#// epic news for n who loves rings nation#// anyway actual commentary on the writing itself again. pelleas is my red flag muse imo and i still stand by that but i do think--#// --this drabble does end up portraying him as probably steadily growing to be the most mature of my muses in a relationship#// which does make sense given he's gone through the most development i think. but i also think there's fun to explore in how the--#// --supernatural nature of micapell's relationship (micaiah being an empath in particular) does go a good amount of heavy lifting--#// --in bypassing pelleas's negative thoughts. fascinating for the guy who reacts violently to feeling suffocated/crowded--#// --but he really does seem to delight and be drawn out of his shell when micaiah bulldozes his boundaries#// micaiah who is burdened by pelleas's overwhelming emotions so sorry queen but i do think in the end. mellowed out man mayhaps#⚜ › june bride posts.#⚜ › drabbles.#⚜ › mun's art.#⚜ › mien.#⚜ › dusk and dawn fail to overlap / yet the moon cannot help / but covet the sun’s warmth nonetheless ( ship: micapell. )#long post ---#fe10 spoilers ---
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