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send me a ♡ and i’ll describe what i think our muses’ child would be like

Name: Coralie [Last Name Smudged out]

Likes: Daggers, sticks, climbing trees, Papa's Zappy Blend, talking about others. Stars (Aren't the ones painted on her ceiling pretty?)

Dislikes: Talking about herself, being underestimated, Papa finding her super secret dagger stash, the smell of coffee, rainy days without lightning.

Coralie is a very heavy sleeper, Louis likes to joke that she's akin to a panda with the way she's able to hang off his back while sleeping.

The "daggers" she uses are only painted wooden carvings, they made sure she understood that she'd have to be a LOT older before they let her have them.

Appearance wise, her hair seems to have the same silkiness Louis would describe Yunaka's as feeling like, despite being slightly darker in nature.

Her pupils are star-shaped! It would seem if you went back into Louis's family history you'll find that the women on his father's side are more preinclined to heterochromia! So one iris is green and the other a striking red.

Very. Very. Outspoken despite her parents, has gotten into fights to protect others because "Mama said I'm gon' be a knight like Papa!!" (Editor Note: Louis has not agreed to this life plan thank you.)

-> @dcggersedge

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♡ !

send me a ♡ and i’ll describe what i think our muses’ child would be like

Name: Opal of Brodia

Likes sweet things

Insists she isn't cute. VERY liable to remind you that if you wouldn't call Celine cute to her face, then you shouldn't be saying it to Opal either!

Living embodiment of the term "My dad can beat up your dad." He can, but the days of being a Knight are long behind him now sweetie.... don't tell your mother but always aim for their knees.

Ask her if she prefers sword or lance he dares you, (the answer is sword, it's always sword.)

Contrary to popular belief, she didn't pick up people watching from him, she just really likes knowing how to win at king of the hill.

Appearance wise, she looks more like Lapis than him to the shock of no one, except for a pair of very striking green eyes that she attempts to keep covered in a childlike attempt to imitate Louis. The bumps are testament to her not quite being used to walking with her eyes closes just yet.

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send me a ♡ and i’ll describe what i think our muses’ child would be like

[ can be in terms of appearance, personality, or both! ]

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HM, He can hear the slight pause in her voice at the name of what he assumes to be her homeland, a case like Yunaka perhaps? Yet it is not his place to speculate on the lives of others, merely to guide and help should he be needed. And so, guide he shall, steeling his resolve as the arm is placed atop his, a polite smile encouraging the lady to lean on him if need be. "Ah, then it is your lucky day! Most of the students are away for field studies, which has left me with an abundance of free time, you see!" Not entirely a lie, most of them were returned to their dorms or in the middle of a debriefing, but it would give him enough leeway to guide the woman around at a far more relaxed place. 

"Please Milady, do feel free to call me Louis rather than my title, you'll find that any of my students are more inclined to use my name rather than title outside the classroom, a firm boundary to ensure they know well the difference between the seriousness of the lance and the honour they uphold with their shields." He sounds rather laidback, and yet it is obvious to all that look upon him that his free arm is prepared to raise the towering shield at the mere sense of danger.

Laughter from his lips to dispel any and all seriousness, a slight nod. "Ah yes, I teach students the lance arts of my homeland, better to have the skills and not need it, than need them and fins yourself lacking." Judging by the hint of surprise, he feels almost confident she knows not of the way that the houses are split. "Students are split into three houses, each closely aligned with one of the continuants three nations, however, I prefer to remain unaffiliated, and expect that my students acknowledge that within my classroom, their house or heritage means little, I found it encourages a better sense of cohesion when they're faced with the idea of equal standing." 

A self content nod, leading the woman, Lachesis, up the steps toward the cafeteria at her pace, content to guide her as long as she may need him to. "Ah but where are my manners, If the lady feels inclined, I would love for you to sample some of the student's extracurricular activities, they've taken to tea blending like fish to water!"

-> @landsbluod

CHERRY BLOSSOM GREEN TEA

Lachesis - Cont. from [Here]

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[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

She doesn't think before doing it. Why would she? It's tea time with Louis, and she does her best to try not to think too hard during tea time, as her own way of thanking him for avoiding the questions she doesn't want to answer.

With her tea cup in hand, she leans back comfortably against the arm of the couch. Only once her feet have settled does she realize just what she just did, and the short story she's in the middle of telling stutters to a pause. She stares at her own feet in surprise for a moment - it would be way weirder to snatch them back after literally just settling there, right?

Her cheeks are a little red. She laughs loudly, awkwardly, and turns her head to look somewhere else. "S-so yeah, like I was saying...there was, uh...this guy..." After a moment, she coughs awkwardly. "I forgot what I was saying..."

[ NON-VERBAL MEMES ] // Accepting!

IT'S A POINT OF PRIDE FOR THE FORMER KNIGHT THAT SHE HAS BECOME COMFORTABLE ENOUGH TO DO SUCH WITH HIM. So there is only one thing for him to do in such a scenario, refuse to acknowledge whatever awkwardness may hang in the air, it is, after all, outside his office hours, and students have long learned not to attempt to intrude lest they wish to find themselves carrying shields and lances through the mountain passes until the sun rises. And so he merely reaches to shift her feet to a more comfortable position before turning his attention back to the delightful lavender tea.

"I believe you were telling me about someone failing to hold their blade properly?" In truth, he cannot exactly remember the details of her story, and so he makes up a fabrication that will easily lead the conversation away from any nervousness she may be feeling from the subconscious action. "It's a truly dreadful state of affairs, if you ask me, that they're more interested in showing off than attempting to uphold the standards we strive to set for them." Louis is not entirely sure where he own train of thought is leading him, and yet that he finds is all the better, painting a picture with his words to distract the woman attempting to sink into his precious sofa.

"Just last week I saw someone attempt to brew the most undesirable cup of tea I've seen in my life, had I attempted to serve that to her majesty, no doubt she would have ordered me to the dungeons there and then!" Ranting and raving before he's bringing the tea to his lips, using the cup to hide the smile as he feels the awkwardness in the air begin to fade at his antics. Another success in his mission to ensure his dear Yunaka remains comfortable in his presence.

-> @dcggersedge

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HE KNOWS THAT GLINT FAR TOO WELL, it's the same glint that promises that whatever actions they take would see them branded as criminals if they were caught... and yet the smile that the former knight returns is full of teeth, a crack in that calm demeanour to reveal the schemer that lurks beneath. It's almost as if he's somehow managed to come up with some elaborate plan in the seconds since Zelkov has last spoken, turning his attention back to the noblewoman offering hushed words before her departure, all the excuse he and they needed to investigate those coffers.

"Oh? Surely you heard her mention some artefact? It would seem we're required to investigate her after all!" Cheery words, and yet they're full of lies, a fabrication that a simple goodbye and a warning of her next visit had somehow become mention of their true reason for attending the minor citystate.

"It would seem, my dear friend, that we have no choice but to investigate those ledgers after all, perhaps it's best we leave a tip for our host before we go, this was, after all, a brew worthy of even my praise." An agreement to leave their pocket change is truck, shaken on in the metaphorical sense as 1000 gold pieces is placed on their table, enough to cover the cost of the leaves a thousand-fold times over as he prepares to leave. 

Louis' gaze turns towards the glass, watching the noble that has earned his scorn move towards the bakery with a devious look in his eyes. "Perhaps, we should endeavour to return to the monastery with pastries for our friends, a noble idea, don't you think?"

no robin hoods

pearlescent || faith +1

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nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

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❝ i’m not going to stand here and argue with you about how badly you need rest. when you crash, don’t expect me to catch you. ❞

MISC. DIALOGUE STARTERS // ACCEPTING

WHY HAD HE AGREED TO FILL THE VACANCY AGAIN? Oh right, his friends were truly terrible influences in his life... at least that was the excuse he told himself to avoid dealing with the unsettling realisation that he'd actually missed having their presences in his life as a constant. The former knight doesn't dare to look at the clock, having long passed his record of sleeplessness in an attempt to get his lesson plans into some semblance of decency.  Even the leaves from the now cold tea have shrivelled from the passage of time, a sign that his attention has long since been diverted from his favourite pastime.

The office he'd hastily moved his things into is in clear disarray, pile after pile of files on potential students towering precariously beneath a notice board embedded with stilettos and hastily written ideas on how to pay to their strengths and weaknesses. Mercifully, the two chairs have been left untouched by the maelstrom of a man possessed by the need to actually take his work with the upmost seriousness, leaving space for Yunaka to actually sit... once he stops moving back and forth with sheet after sheet.

"Not even if I batted my eyelashes and said please?" Jest, he's... begun to get better at it at least, no longer awkwardly laughing over his own jokes. "Come, I think we have time for Tea, I have the Zappy Blend and sugared grapes on hand, after all." This has always been their little give and take in a way, she provides company, and he focuses the conversation on whatever miscellaneous task means she will not have to talk about herself.

Perhaps this is how they care for each other, ignoring pasts and whatever may be occurring to steal a moment of respite from the norms of society. "I have found myself with a rather... large amount of stories of late, including a wolf I saw tamed by allowing it to feed on excess tea leaves."

-> @dcggersedge

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

❝ i wouldn’t find the need to tell you ‘i told you so’ if you weren’t so allergic to admitting i’m right—but by all means, keep walking into walls just to prove a point. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on, but i’ve always had a flair for the dramatic, so this one? this one suits me just fine. ❞

❝ would you come with me? i know i could go alone, but everything feels a little less terrifying when you’re beside me. ❞

❝ that’s not the worst thing i’ve ever heard, but it’s definitely in the top ten—and i’ve been to family dinners. ❞

❝ i would love to help you, truly, but i’m currently suffering from a terminal case of 'not my problem' and my doctor says there’s no cure. ❞

❝ could you, for just one second, think about someone other than yourself? i’m not asking for a miracle—just a moment of humanity. ❞

❝ i’m not going to stand here and argue with you about how badly you need rest. when you crash, don’t expect me to catch you. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up? there’s only so much self-centered rambling a person can survive in one sitting. ❞

❝ i know i need help. i know. but asking for it feels like walking into battle without armor—give me a second to find the words. ❞

❝ do you know where we’re going? or are we just letting the chaos guide us now? ❞

❝ i’m trusting you with this. that’s not something i give away easily, so please—don’t make me regret it. ❞

❝ do you like it here? not the place—the moment. the quiet. me. ❞

❝ are you still happy? and i don’t mean surface-level smiles and small talk. i mean really, truly happy. with me. with this. ❞

❝ i didn’t lie to you. i just told the truth in a way that made it easier to swallow. if that’s betrayal, then maybe you never wanted honesty—just comfort. ❞

❝ do you even like spending time with me anymore? because lately, it feels like all we do is circle the same argument and call it conversation. ❞

❝ one of us is going to have to be honest eventually, and i’m starting to think it’s going to have to be me—again. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something. something real. something raw. but i keep getting caught in the storm of my own hesitation. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type, i think i’d still find a way to make you worship me. or at least remember me in your prayers. ❞

❝ don’t tell me to stop being dramatic. it’s the only thing that makes this unbearable mess of a life remotely entertaining. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me, or were you just hoping i’d eventually give up trying to read your mind? ❞

❝ i never needed you to fix me. i just needed you to stay when i was falling apart. but even that was too much, wasn’t it? ❞

❝ sometimes i think you love the version of me that only exists in your head. the quiet one. the easy one. the one who doesn’t talk back. ❞

❝ i’m tired of being the bigger person. it’s lonely up here and the view isn’t even worth it. ❞

❝ you don’t get to disappear and then waltz back in like you didn’t shatter something on your way out. ❞

❝ if you wanted to hurt me, congratulations. you did it with terrifying precision. ❞

❝ it’s not that i don’t care anymore—it’s just that caring has become exhausting. ❞

❝ i don’t know what we are anymore. i don’t know if we ever really knew. ❞

❝ you keep saying everything’s fine like you’re trying to hypnotize me into believing it. ❞

❝ loving you felt like setting myself on fire and pretending it was candlelight. ❞

❝ i keep telling myself it’ll get better, but i’m starting to wonder if that’s just another bedtime story i made up to survive. ❞

❝ you can’t just say ‘i’m sorry’ and expect everything to go back to the way it was. apologies aren’t time machines. ❞

❝ you left. and somehow, i’m still the one who feels guilty. ❞

❝ i didn’t push you away. you just stopped reaching out. there’s a difference. ❞

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THEIR TEA PARTIES ARE A GAME OF GIVE AND TAKE, a way to reconnect after they drifted apart in the wake of their retirements from service of a more public nature. Louis has never truly been unaware of the emotions that every present smile provokes, the way it makes people feel like prey under that masked gaze, and so the carefree attitude he adopted was tailored to throw others off. Once, it would have been harder to admit to missing the person on the opposite side of the table, and yet now he could embrace that truth wholeheartedly.

Despite the mission from the church, their desperation to keep the 'generous' donors content in the ways that he disagreed with in private, the former Knight had willingly embarked, but not before seeking his fellow out and unintentionally strong-armed him to join him to accompany him in pursuit of cataloguing the myriad new teas to be found. They'd shared all their secrets before, become something akin to brothers in their months combating Sombron that Louis genuinely felt that their bond was something not to lose his grip upon.

Atleast... that was until the scoundrel of a noble woman had entered to collect her taxes, his colleagues had warned him not to involve himself, that they couldn't afford to lose the generous support and for what? For a noble woman whose coffers would undoubtedly grow even more plump while the common folks struggled with endless bandits and beasts on unsafe roads? "There was a child, for the last leg of my journey to the monastery, she couldn't have been older than her eighth summer..." The newly hired professor's words border on dangerous territory, he knows Zelkov well enough to know that what he speaks will no doubt seal their plans for the evening. "I gave her my cloak and the food in my pouch... and yet we're expected to sit idly by while such robbery is performed before us?" Despite the ever present smile, the words are low and full of a dangerous flame, feeling the tension in his grasp rise and rise as he stares at the horrid act being performed.

"What is it the students say? What the church doesn't know won't hurt it?" It is rare for him to advocate for such rule breaking, yet he can no longer remain idle while so many face the same conditions he became a knight to alleviate.

no robin hoods

pearlescent || faith +1

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MISSION BOARD: PEARLESCENT

-> Unaffiliated Board:

High Street thefts [Faith+1] - The newly hired professor... is a commoner?!? Perhaps allowing him to spend all of his pay cheque at a rather fine tea parlour was a mistake, after all, that hand is twitching every time a noble is pocketing more and more food and coin, while the refugees he arrived to the monastery with had little more than the clothes on their back. Perhaps you should distract him... or join on a redistribution of wealth, in the name of the goddess, of course.

Bloodline Research - Family trees can be so confusing, wouldn't you agree? Come, sit a moment, Louis has just finished brewing a rather spectacular pot of tea, while he isn't in the position to offer extra credit, perhaps you may learn something of value from his rather... spectacular and outlandish stories. Everything can be a lesson, even discussions on the intricacies of the relationships between classmates... and oh he does love to gossip, unofficially of course.

-> Non-Mission Board Tasks:

Clingy Lover - Oh, how amusing. Not even in the monastery a month, and it seems a romanticised version of himself has already begun to spread like wildfire amongst the masses. He merely wished they could understand the meaning of not interested, nevertheless, as a representative of the church, and a professor, it seems he must play nice, even if they're cutting into his precious tea time, do feel free to help, won't you?

Perpetual Stew - Oh? It seems to be lacking in grapes, but nevertheless, it cannot be said he is not willing to try anything once. Oh? You wish to join? Very Well, would you like some grapes, the merchant that traded them insisted I take far more than I needed.

[ FEEL FREE TO IM ON TUMBLR OR PING IN PLOTTING]

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SAMPLER FOR PROSPERITY // His Job interview

“Why’re ya here, kid?” The merchant who’d let him ride with their little caravan had asked one night, beneath the stars of this foreign and oh so interesting land. Truth be told, he hadn’t exactly answered the kindly commoner at the time, so lost in thought was the former Butler, and former knight of Firene. His brothers were grown up now, and his father long departed for the next life, which left hm feeling rather adrift without an oar to guide him on this new river he’d found himself travelling upon. He could have returned to his hometown rather easily, he supposed, found a partner and settled down… yet he was still that same adventurous little boy who’d set forth from home with nought but a sack on his back and his father’s trusty blade on his hip.

“I must confess… I’m not entirely sure why here of all the places…” Laughter from the closed eye knight, as if he’s found himself endlessly amused by the uncertainty of it all. Louis was content in a way to just be travelling no matter the obstacles found on that long and winding road, they’d even passed through some rather marvellous smelling tea fields, with a sample of their latest blend to show for it! Perhaps old habits had died hard in a way, taking up watch for the night, ever vigilant with only his thoughts for company. There’d been a few attempted incursions, as is typical of the farming towns, and yet they’d turned tail at the sight of the armour gleaming under torchlight, leaving him feeling disappointed yet… inspired all the more.

“… The monastery? Ain’tcha heard? The entire place was ransacked a few months back.” And so he had cursed his weakness, and the self-doubt that had kept him wandering aimlessly for far too long. He should have known, when the infrequent communications had all but come to a standstill. It’s like the war all over again, and so with a smile tinted by disappointment, Louis bid farewell from the merchant with a fresh punnet of grapes in hand and a sack smelling of tea on his back. Perhaps this was the entirety of his strength, that ability to keep his cool head and smile in place even as it felt like the world was turning upside down once more. It’s easy to lament, to lose himself and gaze at the world with opened eyes, yet to track, to hunt, to guide, to protect, that required effort, to step into the limelight despite the cost and make the world rue the day they had all been separated once more.

“Even when the world turned around us, we swore that none would fall while we remained. Even a simple attack would do little to stop us from seizing hope with our own hands.” And so Louis had, travelling from town to town, leaving letters and descriptions in hope of reunion once more. It’d been a stroke of luck, that his strength of perseverance had carried him as long as it had, until someone, a refugee on the road had spoken of a figure with Red and Blue hair spotted recently, claiming they were at the destination that the refugees were travelling to, that the monastery had been reclaimed. And so Louis had become their shield, spread the rations he carried amongst the group as they travelled that long road.

“… What do you intend to do when we get there?” A question worth a lifetime of gold, and yet he hadn’t figured to think that far, an old habit of focusing himself on the task before him, and yet It’s that scared little girl, cowering from the wolves’ howls that give him an answer, one that is his, one that is true to the man that had faithfully protected Céline for so many years. He’d knelt in front of her, bypassing the confused adults that stared in wonder, in awe and shock at this commoner knight, took the blanket from his shoulders and wrapped it around her with sweet nothing on his lips. “With luck from your goddess, find my friends. Then, even if we are not reunited… someone will need to ensure your safety, won’t they?”

Oh, Louis, had heard their whispers, their fears that he would abandon them in luck were not on his side, and it left him truly aghast. His story, his heroics had already ended, he had little in the way of desire to become the centrepiece of another’s painting, but even still, he would not, could not, live with the idea of leaving them to the mercy of whichever divine they believed in. Even now the smile is ever present, as that child runs in the distance, before his attention is turned back to the clergywoman conducting the interview, the smile on his features ever present as he reaches for the tea brewed by his own hand.

“An interesting tale, is it not? I assure you, much like my recollection of serving tea to the Queen of Firene on the day I became her most loyal knight, it is wholly and unequivocally… true”

[smilingshields]

-> SMILINGSHIELDS: A study in the artform of human bonds, the shield that rises against the night, chivalry, purpose and the long road to brighter dawns.

A CLOSED AND AFFILIATED, LOUIS, Church of Seiros Professor, from Fire Emblem: Engage, affiliated with The Officer's Academy

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