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          “Oh.”

   He had taken up writing poetry? And had come to HER for an opinion on it? Especially after taking advice from that joke for a swordsman?

          “Well... Just don’t get all pouty when I say what I think, okay?”

   She stated as she took the book from him. Severa doubted it could be THAT bad overall. Still... She found herself pleasantly surprised when the first poem she opened to described the seasons changing. The second how fleeting life was. 

      On and on she read in the book, nodding here and there, low murmurs beneath her breath. He was surprisingly good. After a few more minutes, she cleared her throat, holding the book out to him.

          “It’s not bad. Sometimes seems like you’re forcing things to rhyme. Don’t forget there’s other forms of poetry like haiku and the like. Still... It’s really good, Morgan. I think you’ve got a knack for it.”

   Once the book was back in his hands, she turned away, crossing her arms.

          “Might even be good enough to woo over a woman if you wanted to.”

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           “Morgan for the last time, NO, I’m not touching it and, NO, I do not wish to look at it.”

     Him and his damn bugs.

   She liked Morgan… She really did, but just sometimes… Sometimes she wanted to strangle him.

“E-Er, no, that’s not what this is about. I sorta got the message last time when you almost ready to smash that beetle with a book.” Thankfully she hadn’t had the time to do so before he stowed the beetle away again, especially because that book had been one of his favorite volumes on tactics. Lesson learned there. He wondered if she would view ladybugs more favorably like Noire had, though? That might be something to try sometime.

“The thing that I want you to see this time has nothing to do with insects of any sort. What I actually wanted you to look at was this.” Morgan held out a little book, and if she took a glimpse, she would notice his handwriting in it. “You see, Severa, I’ve been trying my hand at poetry lately…er, and no, none of it’s overly flirtatious or anything like you might see from Inigo. I mean I guess there are a couple of romantic ones in there, but I digress. I’m not sure why I went to him for advice about my poems actually, come to think of it. But he suggested I take it to a lady if I really wanted to have the quality of my writing judged. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that this writing isn’t just about try to flatter and woo a girl.” Morgan shook his head.

“Still, long story short, what he said did make me think, and I figured if ever there’s a judge who wouldn’t hold back or try to spare my feelings it’s you, so I guess I’m asking you to take a look at a few and tell me what you think. Please? I’d prefer a second opinion on this, one that wouldn’t be heavily biased.” By that, he meant his mother, of course. She always had a pretty heavy bias when it came to judging any of his work that wasn’t related to tactics and strategy.

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Me: *writes a really long reply*

Me: And now to --

Me: *accidently closes browser*

Me: FUCK

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          “I’m quite fine, I assure you.”

   Oh, the many mistakes she had made. He was now coming towards her and the poor awestruck fool didn’t know what to do. 

          “I-I mean we are in a hot bath, you know.”

     Why did I do this? Did I want to die?

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          “Yes, but… Well. I… Well you see… It’s larg– It’s a different story since you’re not in the water. And fully exposed. Completely. Assets and all.”

   Fate was not kind to her and neither was instinct. Eyes wondered down – And promptly back up to his face. Yes. Face. Abs. Pecs. This was safer territory by far.

He steps slowly back into the water, lowering to the point that his waist is below water. “Is this better?… Hey, you’re bright red. Are you feeling unwell?”

And just as soon as he’d rested, he begins advancing toward her, concern evident on his face.

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For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

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(So who wants to interact with the local red head wonder?)

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                       [PERSONAL BLOGS, PLEASE DON’T REBLOG THIS.]

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PEOPLE TOO MUST              WILT                   FALL                      ROOT                             RISE IN ORDER TO BLOOM.

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Please like/reblog if you are interested in an independent, semi-selective FE multimuse including the characters…

Miriel Mae Faye Commander Anna (HEROES) Marcia and more planned!

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        Mornië utúlië                         believe and you will find your way.          Mornië alantië                        a promise lives within you now.

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TO THE RIGHT, TO THE LEFT WE WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH

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TO THE EDGE OF THE EARTH IT’S A BRAVE NEW WORLD, FROM THE LAST TO THE FIRST

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Hello!

This is a new Fire Emblem Multimuse Blog ran by Shadow Chellen aka the person behind @pinkclumsymaid~

I decided to move all my FE muses to one blog so that it’s easier to manage for me and other people. Anyway please reblog / like this if you want to interact me + promo me~

My muses so far;

Canon: Shade Loki Selkie OC: Ellen Mist Alice Artemis 

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Shipping meme!

Send ❤️ if you ship our muses romantically. Send 💋 if you ship our muses sexually. Send 💀 if you ship our muses toxically. Send 🙊 if you ship our muses platonically. Send 👿 if you hate ship our muses. Send ✌ if you poly ship ours muses with another.

Send 👎 if you don’t ship our muses at all. Send 👍 if you would like to discuss a possible ship.

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hey, guys! it’s mana again with a reboot of my old blog, fensalirlance. if you’d like to interact with a chipper princess who loves making new friends, please like / reblog this post!

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send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

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(Hey all, I haven’t died, things just got super, super busy and hectic and killed my writing desire a bit, but it’s back in full swing! So expect replies later today!)

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(I’m off for the night as I’m in my weekly DND session. See you all tomorrow!)

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          “Yes, but... Well. I... Well you see... It’s larg-- It’s a different story since you’re not in the water. And fully exposed. Completely. Assets and all.”

   Fate was not kind to her and neither was instinct. Eyes wondered down -- And promptly back up to his face. Yes. Face. Abs. Pecs. This was safer territory by far.

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“So it has. I don’t see why you’re so flustered, though. You’re the one who readily agreed to get into the springs with me.”

The problem was, with his hands now full, Ike didn’t have a free hand to grab the towel. As he stood straight, it only helped emphasize his more… robust curvature that had slipped free.