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Throwing Paws [Volug & Priam]

Now that most students have stopped trying to report him as a wild wolf that had wandered onto the monastery grounds, Volug rarely needs to worry about being called out on his rounds. Especially while transformed, people tend to give him a large berth unless they need something and that suits him just fine. Today, though, fate decides to play a trick on him and send him an obstacle to deal with. Normally, Volug would be content to ignore the goading and be on his merry way to handle the rest of his silly little errands, but the man blocking his path has the air of the kind of fool that won’t leave without a fight. He holds the gaze of the stranger, refusing to break away first. A warning growl starts rumbling deep in the back of his throat, but it fades when he takes a good look at the man before him.

Yet ANOTHER beorc with blue hair? Either it’s a far more common hair color than he thought or there’s a fountain here in Fódlan that spits out blue haired people. Strangely enough, this man bares an uncanny resemblance to another man he knows, even down to the sword. They must be from a very large pack, indeed.

Volug snorts, “…Keep your sword. We can spar.”

If he thinks he can take down a laguz without his sword, that’s his mistake.

Priam wasn’t sure which of them was cockier, the wolf who wanted to face a man holding Ragnell, or the man who wanted to fight a huge wolf on sight. Still, he nodded, taking a stance with Ragnell already in his grip.

“Very well. Give it your best!”

He sprang forward with more agility than most men with his bulk, focused on getting Volug on the defensive. Of course, it would be a shame for a spar to end early, but he wouldn’t hold back. He made a broad swing at Volug, eyes on him, waiting to see which way Volug might go so he could predict where to block, knees bent in a low stance and eyes blazing with frenzied energy.

Ragnell seemed to pulse with a glow for a faint second, although recognizing their opponent. Well, maybe sword and wielder were equally excited for this match.

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Lively Party [Forsyth & Priam]

“Ah yes…I always thank the Mother for the life that goes into my meals.” Forsyth winces. This was a terrible idea but he is here now; this is the corner he has backed himself into, and he must stand firm to the very end. If Python ever figures out what happened tonight, or, Goddess forbid, he’s at the same party, he’s never going to let Forsyth live it down.

He can’t help but beam a little at Priam’s praises. Despite his…raucous nature, the man seems to be true of heart, and Forsyth feels this would be an unambiguously pleasant conversation if not for the dilemma of meat. It almost feels wrong, not to come clean immediately about his distaste, but it’s been so long…

Forsyth swallows. Would it really be such a sin unto himself to try and eat just this once? He’s not eaten meat in years, but once shouldn’t compromise his integrity, digestive or moral. Priam’s enthusiasm is contagious, even if the smell of the chicken does make Forsyth a little queasy.

“To our duty, and to our people!” Before he can deliberate any further, Forsyth stuffs chicken into his mouth and immediately takes a gulp of water, feeling the mush in his mouth make a muffled attack on his taste buds before he manages to swallow it. Only a little of the water leaks from his nose and he doesn’t choke, so really it’s fine.

If there was ever a time for a brotherly thump on the back, this wasn’t it. Priam stared as Forsyth ate his chicken like it was a medicine to be inhaled. Well, maybe the guy was really hungry. He wasn’t one to judge.

Water barely leaked from Forsyth’s nose. Was that supposed to happen?

Well. To each their own.

“Ha, you do take to a feast with gusto!” Priam tore into his chicken leg, savoring every bit of the meat’s flavor and the herbs used to season the skin. “Hm. We should spar sometime.” He waved the drumstick bone as he spoke, as though it was a sword for the split second it was away from his mouth. He took another bite, glancing at Forsyth to ask how the chicken was if the guy had managed to taste any of it.

He had a larger concern, however.

“Hey Forsyth. You look kinda green there. Not your hair, just, you know, bit under the weather. There wasn’t a bone in there, right?”

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Boil ‘em Mash ‘em Stick ‘em in a Stew [Dimitri & Priam]

Cooking duty, his behated. It was the one type of duty Dimitri truly had no way of doing by himself- unless the hungry minds of the academy and the monastery wished to eat some boring soup with almost no taste or some excuse of cured meat with bread that anyone could prepare. It’s not even that Dimitri didn’t like cooking- if anything he was curious by it and he wished to learn so that he could participate in aiding and providing for others. After all, there’s nothing better than cooking a meal to help your hungry group of friends.

Except…well. He lacked a very important component of the whole ordeal, the ability to taste. As a result it was impossible for him to be tasked with seasoning or even preparing the meal as a whole as he had no way of knowing if it even tasted decently or not. The couple times the prince wasn’t able to evade cooking duty, he made it clear that he wanted to be tasked with just chopping the vegetables, skinning the meat, even peeling potatoes which he was terrible at.

At least in those areas, he could do something.

But alas, the prince made his way to the kitchen trying to mask his defeated look with half-assed confidence. It wasn’t a secret that he wasn’t fond of cooking duty, but nobody knew why. It would stay that way.

Opening the wooden doors with a sigh, Dimitri first blinked- eyes widening slightly before relaxing as he made out who would be accompanying him. “Ah, Priam! I suppose you are set to be my partner for cooking duty tonight, yes?” The prince chuckled, the dread from before fizzling away. Cooking duty was bad- but with a friend…it always felt a bit more bearable. “Oh yes, there will be a full house tonight. It is best if we start immediately.”

The first thing he did was reach for an apron, swiftly trying it behind his back and grabbing the first knife he could spot on the table. “May I chop the vegetables? Or anything that has to be chopped? Please?” Just take on the role immediately, ask no questions, nothing. Or…maybe not. Fool, you don’t even know what you’re supposed to be cooking.

With rosy cheeks out of embarrassment, he lowered the knife. “Sorry, I am rushing the situation. Is there a recipe available so that we may know who is best fit for what task?”

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Priam completely understood the desire to hack at inanimate objects.

He turned to see Dimitri was his partner for the night and he grinned, relief flowing through him. The time they spent together was not always smooth, but it was definitely exciting. Dimitri had one of the highest honors Priam could mentally bestow upon anyone, which was the desire to spend time on and off the battlefield with him. He seemed like the kind of guy Priam could talk into going running or camping with in conditions most sane people would refuse to or balk at (like Python).

Might be the Faerghus climate Dimitri grew up in. Who knew.

“Heh, I wouldn’t have asked for anyone else! This won’t be a problem for us.” He held up a hand for a high five, expecting Dimitri to return it.

Ah... but the recipe.

“Cut and dice to your heart’s desire, Dimitri. I think we’re making, uhhhh, stew.” Yeah, that sounded legit. “Potatoes, carrots, onions, meat, some herbs, it’ll be great!”

Priam turned and got to work on seasoning the meat to put in the pot first to cook. He glanced over his shoulder at Dimitri, trying to find the words to explain that he was winging it.

“Maybe we should do some bread too. Uh, you see, the recipe is all up under this headband. The cook had to leave, so we’re just making whatever sounds good!”

He beamed at Dimitri, hoping he sounded confident.

“So cut, you know, a lot of things.” How specific.

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What’s a Little Larceny Between Friends? [Andrei & Priam]

Continued from here @ulircursed

The sight of Priam’s approach elicited faint recognition from Andrei, the archer lowering the bow he’d been practicing with and turning to face the other. The mission itself was difficult to forget, but aside from a cursory chat while traveling towards Enbarr, he hadn’t ended up having much occasion to interact with the swordsman amidst the investigation and subsequent pursuit.

    He did remember, though, that a spar had been the first thing the man had asked of him last time as well. Considering his offer to ‘catch up’, perhaps he was just one of those hot-blooded individuals who considered a friendly clashing of swords to be some sort of greeting or bonding experience.

    Unfortunately, Andrei was not one of those individuals.

    “I’m afraid I’ve little expertise in melee weaponry that would come close to being a satisfactory match for your sword,” he replied coolly. The lance was the only other weapon he would claim to know anything about, and even then only a basic knowledge.

    Neither was he particularly hungry, and even if he were, the tavern wouldn’t be his ideal place to visit. Andrei frowned in thought. If Priam was going through the trouble of giving him options, then this might be beyond a casual offer. “Was there something in particular you wished to discuss with me, or is this merely a social call?” he asked.

Priam was more used to the kinds of guys who approached him first. Came from living on an island and only meeting people who wanted to fight with him for a few years. Still, there had to be other ways to interact than fighting or having a rowdy time at a tavern.

Right? Right?

He was a bit stumped. Maybe just eating in the dining hall was more Andrei’s style. Or relaxing with a book.

Priam would be open to sitting in the woods in silence together, but that wouldn’t be considered socializing by most people.

“A social call, as you say.” The formal words coming out of Priam’s mouth felt foreign. He grinned, shoving his shaggy bangs out of his eyes and resting his hand on his hip. “Frankly, I used to be a lot closer to my comrades than I am here. More time to get to know each other and bond when all I used to do was spar and train with the lot of them. I wouldn’t mind grabbing a bite anywhere that serves meat. Well- as long as it isn’t a dressy kind of place. We both know how bad I look in ruffles.”

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“ What a serious face! It might take some effort to get him to speak… but whatever you do, I do not want to know where he cuts his hair. Go find out what Andrei is hiding. ”

Priam thought it was a lance class.

But… he also wasn’t about to lose to anyone or quit.

“Andrei? Sure.” They’d been through some things together, and Priam had always wanted to touch base. Wouldn’t be that hard to go out for a spar or a drink. He already knew Andrei was an archer, so what more would anyone need about an enemy?

Eh, whatever. This instructor seemed pretty dramatic. He grinned and clapped her on the shoulder— she needed to loosen up.

“Leave it to me!”

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nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

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Boil ‘em Mash ‘em Stick ‘em in a Stew [Dimitri & Priam]

Claimed by @elegiac-boar

Priam was a decent cook. He had to be, after living alone for so long. There was little point in hunting and making a kill if he then didn’t know what to do with it.

So, kitchen duty was fine by him.

Working in the warm, firelit kitchen while the winter darkness crept upon the monastery was cozy. Priam found the repetitive motion of chopping herbs and vegetables soothing, like active meditation. He gladly lost himself in his work. That is, until one of the faculty members, in the already short staffed kitchen, had to leave due to feeling ill.

“Can you finish this?” They asked, already sounding wheezy.

Priam waved them off, nodding. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll get dinner out soon.”

The idea was meat (easy) and then soup (how hard could that be?) with bread (probably easy) or salad on the side. Priam took stock of what he’d been left with, which was his own chopped herbs, onions, and carrots, and a sink full of potatoes to be dealt with. There were other vegetables and herbs around, as well as cream and flour and he narrowed his eyes, thinking profusely.

There was no recipe in sight. Did it.. all go in? No, not every herb in the kitchen belonged in soup, right?

The door swung open behind him and Priam put on his best grin. “Hey, you on kitchen duty too? We’re short on people right now, I could use the help before dinner. You know, the dinner for the entire dining hall.”

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Throwing Paws [Volug & Priam]

Starter for @wildheartlaguz

They say looking a dog directly in the eyes was a challenge.

Priam himself practically abided by this rule. When he sensed strength, he yearned to test it. His path was not of paved trails, but of one challenge to the next.

He couldn’t quite place what it was about the fierce creature before him that drew him in. All black like a walking shadow, with a wild thick fur. Yet, there was intelligence in the eyes Priam stared into. He held his gaze level and took a step forward.

“You appear no mere beast to me. If you understand me, I should like to see which of us is the better combatant.” This was going to sound crazy, and he noticed some student passing by out of the corner of his eye staring as he spoke to the wolf. He paid it no mind- most people didn’t understand his urge to spar with anyone he came across who seemed worthy.

“Ah, Ragnell might give me too steep an advantage. Hand to paw, if you like- not to injure, only to subdue.”

Even when he’d faced a bear in his youth he’d had a sword, but the bear hadn’t been something he could negotiate with.

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Priam held the thick furred, fluffy dog close. Even as puppies, the sledding dogs were getting big. He grinned looking at Patty as she cuddled a dog. For what seemed like the millionth time that day, he thought about how cute she was. Not that that was all he thought about- someone who was good with animals had a positive nature to them. He already knew that about Patty, but still.

The dog in his hands demanded attention with a yip. He turned back to it, petting the squirming bundle of fur. “They’re going to grow big and strong enough to feel at home in the winter. Hmm, such a creature would deserve a strong name, like one to honor the first to best me in combat.” He nodded to himself, pleased with his idea. “Falchion.”

Perhaps he shouldn’t win either.

He set the dog down next to hers, watching the litter mates tumble and play with each other. “Heh, I don’t go easy on anyone.” His competitive streak knew no bounds. Even as he said it, he rubbed her arm. He doubted she could even feel it through her coat. “Hey, are you cold?” He looked out at the snowy expanse they were going to race on. “The thrill of the race ought to help with that. We can get something hot to eat afterwards too.”

Priam checked his own sledding gear and the adult dog that was going to be pulling him. “I seem all set- ready when you are, Pat.”

The nickname slipped out without him even trying. Pat... would she like that?

Line Out!

There is a very popular seminar going on, where nearby mushers living in the Faerghus end of the Oghma Mountains give insight to how sled dog kennels are maintained and how they can be used to transport goods during cold weather. To cap off the lesson, each of you are given your own dog, who is tethered to a heavy belt you wear, and you all must race through the snow with your dog pulling you along. The first five to get to the finish line can name one of the new puppies!

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“Oh– what are ya gonna name yours!?” Patty was practically bouncing off of the metaphorical walls, cuddling up with the puppy she had been handed. It was a shame that they couldn’t actually keep them, but until then, she could at least pretend that this pup was her own. “I think I’m gonna name mine…Kevin.”

Let’s hope she doesn’t win!

Patty was normally quite quick on her feet– though the newly added obstacle of having a dog pull her around– as well as snow would definitely make this race difficult. It…also didn’t help that she hadn’t been paying attention to the lesson. How could anyone fault her– cute dogs were involved! And the image of Priam playing with the puppies– Patty couldn’t decide who would be more adorable in that sort of scenario.

She smirks up at the larger man, placing the pup down on the snowy ground. “Ya better not go easy on me, alright!? I want the both of us to do our best!” Even though she was doing her best to remain calm, her face was still bright red. Hopefully she could blame it on the cold… “I got a whole list of names, and a whole lotta dogs to give ‘em to!” Girl they only promised you could name one.

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Today is not a good art day it seems. Anywho, here’s Priam; I’m gonna be shameless and say that my tellius bias was a factor.

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[ Ylisse ] - The successor of the Archanean minuet, this waltz suits modern Ylissean tastes with easy-to-learn steps, a faster pace, and a closeness to your partner that continues to scandalize the older generations in Ylisse.

(hes happy his frienb is back..)

“Oh, now for my home’s dance?” Priam had never gone to these sort of events back home. Whenever there might have been a ball going on within towns, he was probably off in the woods somewhere. But, since he was here now,

Their country’s dances seemed to have a sense of humor regarding personal space. He held Dimitri close as they waltzed, a spark in his eyes. “You know, you’d think this would be awkward, but it’s not with you.” Everyone once and awhile he wondered when his casual attitude would eventually rub the royals around the monastery the wrong way, but it hadn’t happened yet with Dimitri.

They could match each other step for step, lively and energetic to the music echoing around them. There was so much emphasis on networking and nobility this and that, but what about just enjoying themselves?

“Hey, there’s a dip here, but I won’t drop you.” Priam carefully but fluidly lowered Dimitri close to the ground and then swept him back up again, wind sweeping their hair.

“Having fun?”

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And feel free to make music requests for the band!

"Priam! Priam!" Morgen ran over to her fellow lion, smiling brightly, tugging on his hand to try and get him to dance with her. She didn't really want to dance anything that was already on the set list, having something special in mind for this dance.

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to teach you a dance from Plegia!"

[Imagine this as the song the band is playing please]

"Plegia, huh?" A few of Priam's former companions had been Plegian. He didn't much care where people were from, except that it could make them even more interesting. Whatever dance it was, he was ready.

"Alright, let's do it!" He accidentally stamped her hand when she grabbed him. He looked down and huffed with a amusement. "I can stamp the card too, instead of just you."

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[ Elibe ] - An Ostian court dance where the leading partner wields a ceremonial sword as a part of the routine. This dance, meant to resemble a knight with his lady, is getting some attention from the students of Fódlan.

"Alright, swords-lances-axes to see who gets to dance the sword roll. Let's do it!"

((I rolled a 3 for axes akdhdj))

Priam threw a lance before he thought about it, watching as he lost to Ethlyn's axe. Damn. Why would he ever not choose sword?

"Alright, you get to hold the sword this time." Priam let himself be led. A true master of a dance could dance either partner's steps anyway, right?

"I can give you a stamp too if you wanted." The little signet rings seemed dinky to him, but he was yet to accidentally break one after the year he'd been there.

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prompt 2. groovin’ & movin’

After some time mingling with friends and discovering the new photo-artifexes, the students find their rhythm and eagerly wait for the music to start. The school’s orchestra briefly fills the room with a melodic cacophony of string instruments, deep clarinets and high flutes practicing important sections. Then, silence, before beginning the first of many pieces of the night.

The tune may be unfamiliar to most of you, even to the Fódlan students. Those from Archanea, however, may recognize the familiar melody of a timeless minuet from their continent. With the Officers Academy welcoming in students from all over the world, they have expanded their musical repertoire to include familiar dances for their international students to enjoy!

All prompts are under the cut!

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Return

He’d gotten a little stir-crazy, was all.

Priam hiked back through the now familiar woods and forests surrounding the monastery. Even back when he’d lived in his village on the island in Ylisse, he’d always known he wouldn’t stay there forever. There were always new paths to travel, new challengers to meet. Priam couldn’t stay still forever knowing what a spectacular world he lived in.

Even so… some places could be honored with the term home, he supposed. There was something beyond the crispness of the air and the scent of the trees that spurred him along. He was eager to cross the threshold of Garreg Mach again and meet up with old friends. Even better- he may find a few new ones.

The knights and students at the monastery always seemed to find themselves in some kind of extraordinary, life-or-limb trouble every few months.

He grinned at the thought of it. Good.

Ragnell was comfortably slung on his back, within reach as he traveled. He could’ve sworn he felt the sword glow, just a sensation of some kind of fleeting energy against him.

“What?” he said aloud. “You think I’m cocky? After all we’ve been through together, you know I take my training seriously.” The sword was silent, as though it was just a mundane blade. Priam had always felt differently. An object carried by someone for so long never stayed a mere composition of materials. Ragnell had seen many lifetimes, and he had no doubt the sword had senses of its own. He responded again, taking the silence as permission to do so. “Few can call themselves a match for me. I guess I kinda… do rush into things though.”

Years ago, he wouldn’t have called that a weakness. It was a matter of courage and action. A man was only as good as his capacity to fulfill his own words. A hero was nothing if he couldn’t stand for his beliefs and for those who needed him, right? His pursuit of strength had to have a purpose. He’d find his exact calling someday, but he knew instinctively his role was to be a warrior, someone who paved his own way. What was the point of life if one wasn't their own protagonist? In a play, he would have no issue taking center stage.

And yet, his hand subconsciously found a place at his side where he’d suffered a mortal wound before in one of those said life-or-limb dire circumstances. It was only by some miracle that he was given a second chance at life. He saw no reason to live less fully than before, but he still should have some sense of self preservation.

There might even be some people his absence would cause grief to.

That too, hurried him along. Priam was fine with following his own way in life, but he shouldn’t be so careless about others. Fit anywhere, that was fine. But what did he leave behind after melding into a community?

“I have a survival instinct,” he insisted to the sword. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Although, as he said it, it must’ve sounded contradictory. Priam was all for fresh air and pushing his limits, but most people wouldn’t have chosen the middle of winter to go hiking. He was fine, but he did have to rub his forearms for heat. Snow crunched under his boots and he sighed, watching the mist of his breath drift from him. What a genuine marvel seeing one’s own breath was. Life itself was just that vapor- precious and unpredictable, always moving and changing.

He crested a hill and he pushed his hair off his face, adjusting the ratty old headband with it. Nestled into the mountainside was Garreg Mach, as impressive as ever. Priam had about an hour’s walk left before he was inside those halls again, having something hot to eat at the dining hall. Meat, hopefully.

He set off with a spring in his step, unsure of exactly how many days he’d even been gone. If his calculations were right…

“You think I missed the ball?”

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Priam was always something of a lone wolf.

He packed lightly, Ragnell on his back being the most prominent aspect of his silhouette. A year had brought growth, inspiration, friendship, perhaps even love- but he usually succumbed to the call of the open road at some point or another.

With a grin and an untamed desire for challenge, he set off. To Tellius, to Jugdral? He wasn’t sure yet.

His path had no limits.