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❗ "... Would you have ever... Walked by my side?"

                     “No.”

                    The words felt heavy as they left her mouth. A part of Byleth wished she could lie, but her heart simply wouldn’t let her. FRANKLY SPEAKING, Byleth was certain that if she ever saw the Flame Emperor again she would have surely undoubtedly killed them. Even now the sight of her father’s lifeless body hanging limply in her arms was burned into Byleth’s memory. Knowing that Edelgard had been allied with the group that had caused his death, brought forth such raw hatred, such extreme, vicious hatred, that she could barely contain it. 

                   PERSONALLY, Byleth couldn’t care less about what Dimitri did or didn’t do with Edelgard, but she wouldn’t sit back and watch him as he lost himself and let hate consume him. She had no intention of seeing him in any more pain because of Edelgard. Dimitri had lost enough of himself already. The professor turned toward her former student. “What makes you think I’d ever do that? Side with you?” her voice was raw with emotion and disbelief. It was way too late for that. When all she can remember is the hatred she felt for her. “I would have never walked by the side of my father’s killer.”

                     As far as Byleth was concerned, Edelgard was an enemy because she is the Flame Emperor. Her heart was closed to her. There was no going back. Nothing could fix the damage. ’My father can never come back.’ Byleth shifted in her seat and crossed her ankles, clutching her hands together. She tried to stop the trembling inside her. She tried to shake off the memory of cradling her father’s lifeless body in her arms. Byleth took a deep breath. Her brow creased as she struggled to reign in her emotions. She had to clench her hands and press them over her eyes. Tears tried to build there, but she wouldn’t let them. She did not trust herself to not be tempted by the idea of hurting Edelgard.              

                     THIS WAS ALL FOR CLOSURE. She reminded herself. She had left her sword behind for that very reason. ’Calm down,’ she told herself over and over, forcing her body to steady its breathing. ’Just breath.’ It took several minutes until Byleth could collect herself. Controlling her emotions without Sothis was proving to be difficult. Since the day their soul became whole again, a dam worth of years of dormant and unknown emotions had opened up inside of her. ’Sothis’. she calls out to her friend, she isn’t surprised ⧼ but still it hurt ⧽ when no voice answered back.            

                                       “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”

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cold weather sentence starters

the air is chilly, but the fluff is warm

“It’s hand holding season.”

“I got the biggest blanket for us to share.”

“Get outside– you can see your breath in the air!” 

“Your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!” 

“I’m not letting you forget an umbrella ever again.”

“My mom made soup and sent some for me to give to you.”

“I got us matching fuzzy socks.”

“This scarf isn’t big enough for two people.”

“If your hands get cold, you can put them in my pockets.”

“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 

“I don’t care if it’s freezing, I want to walk through the park!”

“I made hot chocolate.” 

“Hug me; I’m cold and love you.”

“Your coat makes you look like a penguin.”

“Are you really walking in public wrapped in a blanket?”

“My bunny slippers are too cool for you.”

“These roses cost extra because of the season– I hope you’ll give me extra kisses as thanks.” 

“Are you cold? Let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.”

“What time is it? Don’t answer, it’s Christmas.”

“If it snows, wake me up.”

“I thought it would get warm in the day, but I was wrong.”

“You stole another of my hoodies, didn’t you?”

“Christmas songs this early?”

“Please stay warm; I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I refuse to let you go– I’m cold.”

“It’s icy outside– also, can you help me limp to the couch?”

“I don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.”

“I’m glad I get to spend this season with you.”

“You’re my designated cuddle-buddy tonight so stay close.”

“Pajamas and movies sounds really nice.”

“Your favorite winter drink was back on the menu, so I got it for you.”

“Can we take holiday card pictures together?”

“Your cheeks are rosy and cute.”

“Are you shivering?”

“I ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.”

“Stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.”

“I don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.”

“I know you’re excited about the snow, but please put on better shoes than slippers!”

“The cookies and I are the only things hot this season.”

“I bought you a beanie! Isn’t the pompom cute?”

“Are you blushing or cold?”

“Oh, darn, I seem to have forgotten my mittens– please warm my hands?”

“Is it too early for Santa hats?”

“I don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.”

“Well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.”

“I’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.”

“Being with you makes the season even better.”

“Since it’s cold should I start calling you ‘snow angel’?”

“Matching hoodies!”

“Are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

send a sentence and a name!

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Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse.

No limits. Ask whatever.

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Winter & Holiday Starters ❄️

Send one and I’ll write a starter based on: 

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together ❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out 🍗 – our muses have to cook a holiday dinner together 🍷– our muses wake up hungover after an office party and don’t remember what happened ✈️ – our muses go on a holiday vacation together 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap 💔 – our muses are both single on christmas 🎄 – our muses decorate for christmas 🍪 – our muses bake cookies together 🎁 – our muses exchange presents 🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols 💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe   ⛸️ – our muses go ice skating 👼 – our muses go to church services   💲 – our muses go to the mall together to shop for presents ⭐��� our muses get dressed up for a holiday party   

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Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

Alternatively, send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on New Years Eve.

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Do you need advice? Then ask my muse for one!

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JANUARY 2020

This will be my tracker. Potentials. I’m 24/7 open for plotting.  \ o / 

Blue Lions Task

Ingrid 

???

Felix 

Ewan

Edelgard

Non-Mission Task

Arthur

Marianne

Caspar

Severa

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Telepathy

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SHARENA

Studying is an important part of being in an academy, she’s learned… unfortunately. A head propped up on her hand, and her writing utensil lazily doodling on the page of her notebook, she sits at her desk, half asleep. Alfonse was always more studious than her. Her leg is bouncing; she can’t sit still. She’s supposed to do some homework, and though she’s all for learning new things but does she have to do it by reading and taking notes? 

Sharena groans and rubs her forehead. “Oh, come on. This is so boring…” A glance at the door, and she realizes nothing is keeping her from taking a quick walk. That’d be nice—no, a run would be nicer. Mossy eyes look down and then back to the door. A shrug of her shoulders, and she’s out of her chair—wood creaks as she stands—and at the door. She tugs on the handle. Nothing happens. Another tug. The door isn’t opening. Her jaw drops. “Oh no. Am I stuck in here? This isn’t good…" 

With a quick look over her room, she realizes that there’s nothing here to open the door. Although… "What if I break it DOWN—” With a running start, she throws herself at the door, and though it does make solid thump it does not budge. Another plan, she needs another plan. 

Sharena is quick to act. She slips out her window—there aren’t any glass panels—and starts bouldering down the side of the dorm building from the second floor. It’s not hard, she just sticks to the windowsills of the other rooms, dropping, sliding, and then she lands on the ground with a soft “Oof!" 

She wipes her hands off. "Ha! Easy as pie.” Especially in the dead of night. Congratulations, Sharena. She turns around, shoulders held back and head held high in triumph. When— “Agh!”

Someone is standing right behind her. “You startled me!”

              Byleth never thought that she was going to be in charge of a group of students. Though it didn't take long for her to adapt, it wasn't remotely close to her usual job. While it wasn’t the first time she had been in a leadership role, she had never done anything like teaching before. In her life as a mercenary, she was her father’s right-hand. She was trained to take over his duties as leader of the group if anything were to happen to him. The reason being that he always wanted her to have a place to which she would belong. 

      Did all the fathers voice their concerns about the future of their children like hers did ? 

              “...” 

              Byleth looked up at the night sky and saw that the moon is out and it was full. She realized she was lucky enough to have a father. She was raised by a father who cared for her, but not many others shared the same experience. Yes, even in a place as big as this, she found that it was no different. She needed to tread carefully. She suspected that the topic of ' family ' could be a touchy subject for most of her students. She glanced at the roster. Again, she read their names and all of her notes.

               Her head tilted to one side in thought. But what else can she ask them ? It was essential that she formed a closer bond with them for her mission. Yet it wasn't always the easiest thing to come up with a topic to talk about that would cater to their interests. Byleth breathed in the cold night air deeply, her breath billowing out in soft white clouds. Maybe she could ask them to join her for tea after class ? 

   «They all like tea.» 

              Or was it better to ask them to go to the sauna together instead ? 

  «That too is okay ?» 

              She was about to ask Sothi— 

— THUMP — ! ! ! 

      “?”

                Byleth wondered who could be making so much noise at this hour. She turned her head toward the sound. Only to stare impassively at the familiar figure that crawled out of the library’s window. She watched as her student expertly climbed her way down from the second floor. Byleth put the roster and her notes away. She kept her eyes fixed on Sharena. Byleth walked closer to her. Not wanting to distract her, she stood still and remained quiet from the ground floor, silently taking mental notes on the new discovery. 

     «She likes to cli—»

        ❝ Agh ! ❞

            «Oh.»

   Sharena reached the ground. 

                “I didn’t mean to startle you.” Byleth met her eyes directly. “Was the door locked inside ?” she asked calmly, her head tilting. How did no one else notice that a student was locked up ?  But a little more to the puzzling point, Byleth didn’t believe Sharena to be the studious type. To think she'd have been studying until late at night, to the point that she'd found herself locked up. 

Night Boulders;

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