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sagelyexalt:

Was he always this selfless? She figured he must be. Because after all of the time that had passed, and given her physical state, he should be more inclined to dislike her. Be impatient, at the very least. But he kissed her head and he gently tugged her up to look at his face, and he offered to coddle her, take care of her, do everything he could to make her feel better, instead of himself.

She looked at him through her thick, bleary tears, but she could still see his smile. Something felt heavy and soft in her heart, but she didn’t know how to recognize it yet.

“S-Selig…” Emmeryn sniffled. But she nodded. If he wanted to take care of her, maybe it would make him feel better, in a way. Maybe he was the kind of person who healed himself by healing others. And right now… they both needed healing.

“Okay–” she said, her voice breaking as another small sob shook through her. “I… j-just want us to b-b-e–”

      His smile is gentle and patient as he lifts a hand to brush the tears from her cheek in a soft caress. “I know, my darling.”

      The road ahead is surely going to be long and riddled with rocks and stones and all sorts of obstacles, but he would much rather traverse it than live the rest of his life without her in Hyrule, his wedding ring tucked away where he won’t be tempted to take it out and look at it.

      “I don’t want you to push yourself for my sake. And though I...” Selig hesitates a moment, unsure if this admission is wise. But their relationship was built on a steady foundation of trust and honesty. He doesn’t want to ruin that now. “I want nothing more than to be your husband in every way, I could never forgive myself if I did something to hinder your recovery or make you uncomfortable.”

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“ you owe me a kiss. ”

kissy sentence starters

      A brief chuckle escapes him, looking down at his wife and the sweet smile curving her lips. Her hands rest upon his chest, fingers curled gently into the collar of his Hylian tunic as if ready to pull him down to her should he take too long.

      His most recent trip to Hyrule had been long, and no amount of letters sent between them could bridge the distance or the time until his return. But he’s here now, hands upon her waist, drinking in the sight of her after so long.

      “Do I?” he asks, voice teasing as he leans down. “Then I suppose I must pay my debts.”

      His lips find hers and he smiles, thinking absently that she smells like home.

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sprightlyexalt:

Lissa was disappointed, but she respected Selig more for not divulging the details to her. Emmeryn wouldn’t want other people to know about a private conversation she had with her new fiancee, and Lissa knew it.

Still, she just… wished she could know. Just for some peace of mind.

But he said he could love her. That counted for something. Emmeryn deserved love. Emmeryn needed love. She spent so much time giving all of her love to others, she needed someone to love her. Just her. Spoil her with it.

“…Really?” she asked, her voice quieting a bit. “You really think you can? Really, truly love her? …Emmeryn needs that, even if she says she doesn’t. I know she really wants to be loved.”

      It’s only natural that Lissa would seek so much reassurance. A loveless marriage is, perhaps, much worse than no marriage at all, and he wouldn’t wish that loneliness on anyone. Emmeryn least of all.

      “Emmeryn is very lucky to have siblings who care about her so much. I promise that I will care for her, too, in every way she deserves and whatever way she needs.”

      He can’t promise to love her -- it’s still too early for that yet -- but he can promise this at the very least.

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She gently tucked her hand in his, smiling sweetly before leaning in to deliver a brief kiss to his cheek.

      A smile of his own tugs at his lips and he gives her hand a squeeze. “Hello, love.”

[pochemu]

Tacklehugs Uncle Selig tbh. She missed you!

      Scoops her up into his arms and presses a kiss to her cheek. “Hello, my darling! I’ve missed you.”

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sprightlyexalt:

Well, that was obvious. Emmeryn was such a wonderful person, nearly everyone in the world would become her friend one way or another. She was too kind to ever turn someone away for good. What worried Lissa more was the idea that her sister might get trapped in something that would turn into lonely misery over time– and all for the sake of duty and diplomacy.

Lissa knew that this was a common risk for all royal children. Marriage was the best alliance. But Emm… she deserved so much more than that. She’d already given so much up for Ylisse, should she have to give up her heart as well?

“And what did this talk include?” she asked curiously. “A lot of people are fond of my sister, y’know. But Emm deserves someone who will love her, like TRUE love. Do you think you can do that?”

      “Ah... I don’t want to rob your sister of her privacy.” It is not so much a deflection as it is earnest consideration for Emmeryn’s feelings. Even after so short a time, he can see that she tries not to burden her siblings with the weight of her position, and the toll it takes on her. Instead he tries to find a happy medium -- enough to placate Lissa, but not so much as to betray his wife-to-be’s confidence.

      “We’ve been very honest about what we want and expect from each other. I have told her that I don’t want this to be simply a political arrangement. I want to care for her the way a husband cares for his wife. I want to make my vows in earnest, and...”

      “I think I could very easily love her.”

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@sprightlyexalt || x

      He doesn’t blame Lissa for having reservations about the arrangement. He’s been in Ylisse long enough to hear whispers of Emmeryn’s previous failed courtships, and the stories didn’t sit well with him either. In the short time he’s known her, he knows she deserved better. 

      It’s only natural for her siblings to be so concerned. Were his own sister in the same position, he’s certain that he would feel the same.

      “I understand how you feel. Emmeryn and I have talked about this at length, and I’m very fond of her. Even had we not agreed to the arrangement, we would have come away from this as friends, I’m certain.”

      Selig smiles. “And I would like for us to be friends, too, Lissa.”

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kissy sentence starters.

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” “ they can all just kiss my ass. ” “ i kissed someone today. ” “ i kissed a girl/boy and i liked it. ” “ kissing burns calories you know. ” “ my lips really want to meet yours. ” “ so are we going to kiss or not? ” “ i sent you a bunch of kiss emojis. ” “ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” “ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” “ you make me want to kiss you. ” “ you owe me a kiss. ” “ pucker up. ” “ read my lips, no. ” “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” “ i just want to kiss you. ” “ i miss your lips. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ blow a kiss my way for good luck. ” “ ever kiss in the rain? ” “ ever kiss under water? ” “ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ” “ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ” “ i love when our lips meet. ” “ where do you want me to kiss you? ” “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” “ did you really just kiss him/her? ” “ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another. ” “ kiss me one more time. ” “ want to make out? ” “ you’re a terrible kisser. ” “ teach me how to kiss? ” “ i remember our first kiss. ” “ your lips are calling my name. ” “ let’s just kiss already. ”

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation

      He doesn’t ask questions when she kisses him, only responds in kind, a hand coming up to cover the one she holds against his cheek. It doesn’t last long, a few moments at most, but he does not let her go far when she parts from him.

      Violet eyes admire her so fondly and his heart skips to see her smile at him. Selig lets his hand fall and she retreats, but his eyes do not leave her.

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sagelyexalt:

He spoke so tenderly that it broke her heart. The way he looked at her, the way he held her hands as if he had memorized them all of his life, the way he called her darling like it was ingrained in his lungs. Why couldn’t she remember it?

Of all the things not to remember… why could she not remember him? She had regained most of the years with her siblings, the past royal guards, her life as an Exalt. But she couldn’t seem to recall much more than his name and the fact that he slept with amethyst underneath his pillow.

Emmeryn leaned forward, crumbling into herself despite the way her back ached to curve so far forward. Her forehead rested over his hands that held her own, and she shuddered with tears that she couldn’t seem to keep in.

“I’m so sorry–” she said quietly, through sniffles and hiccups. “I… I wish I wasn’t so broken, Selig.” If she was better, if she could fix herself, then she could remember him. And then maybe she could tell him that she loves him too.

“You’ve been h-hurting… and I… I… I can’t d-do anything to h-help!”

      “Oh, Emmeryn...”

      He leans over her trembling form and presses a kiss to her golden hair. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispers, giving her hands another squeeze and coaxing her to sit back up. It pains him to see her like this, grasping at memories only to have them fall through her fingers like sand. He can’t even imagine how frustrating it must be to have lost so much of herself, but this isn’t about him.

      “Are you not hurting, too?”  Even now she has a habit of placing others before herself. Selig will not say it aloud, well-aware that she will simply dispute it if given the chance, but he cares not for his own grief when her suffering weighs so heavily upon her now. “Would you let me help you? When we wed, I promised I would take care of you. Please let me do that now.”

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@sagelyexalt || x

      His lips press together, turning down into a frown. How could she say such things when he loves her so? When he cried at the mere sight of her upon his return to Ylisse? When he has already lost himself in her once? How can she doubt that it is he who does not deserve her?

      “Darling,” he reaches for her and takes her fidgeting hands within his, giving them a squeeze and brushing his thumbs over her knuckles. “I don’t expect you to remember anything, let alone so quickly. It is enough for me to know you live. I wish only that your heart did not ache so with this burden -- do not place more weight upon your shoulders by saying such things.

      “I could ask for no better wife, and no better woman to love.”

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Happy Father’s Day@@@ – @pochemu

Even though you’re on a hiatus and only ever log in to send me memes these days, I still love and appreciate you, Livvie. And August is one of the most pure and precious boys I have ever dreamed up, not even counting May (who is loving her Dad right now as he plays ‘Loftwings’ with her).

Happy Father’s Day to Selig!!!

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🌷 gimme 🌷 them 🌷 smoochies 🌷

For every 🌷 I receive, my character will kiss yours

      He kisses her with such fervor, but he holds her so gently, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt her. Part of him worries he will only cause more damage to her healing mind and body if he allows himself to grow too lost in his ardor. Though he’s kissed her before since he was summoned to Ylisstol, it was always gentle and sweet, the kind of kisses they shared during their courtship and in the early stages of their marriage. Only recently has her recovery progressed so much that he’s felt comfortable enough to release some of the yearning building in his chest.

      Selig’s hands are steady upon her waist, giving her the support she might otherwise find from her cane, and her fingers twist in his hair – hesitantly at first because it’s been so long, but the familiarity of the gesture urges her on, and it’s in this that he finds encouragement to kiss her again, nose brushing against hers as he shifts just a little.

      It’s a blessing just to hold her again, to see her, love her. The pain of her loss had been almost unbearable, and the joy at her return just as much so, and some of that feeling melts into his kisses because words are not enough to express how much he missed her and cried for her. They cannot tell her of his joy to know her and love her. And he knows she understands in the way she holds him and the whisper of her sigh.

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{ For every 🌷 I receive, my character will kiss yours }

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It was their first Valentines together. They were both still new to marriage, but there was a very tangible affection between them. So that morning as they rose, Emmeryn leaned over to kiss him and offer a gift. "Happy Valentines Day, Selig... Since you're still growing accustomed to Ylisse, I thought--" she handed him a little book of poems, inside were flowers that Emmeryn had pressed herself. "I have a copy as well. We can memorize our favorite ones today, and recite to each other tonight."

      It was a sweet gesture. Ylisse was going to be his home now, and that she thought to give him something so thoughtful drew a smile to his face. The book fell open naturally to the page where the flowers lay, and Selig thought to himself that he would read through that poem first.

      “Thank you, Emmeryn. I’m looking forward to it.”

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(based on the “five times kissed” & “five times fucked” etc. memes.)