#sunncutter

[pheraemarquess]

[ TOWEL ] + [ MULLED WINE ] + [ FIREWORKS ]

"Ah, here we are."

She felt guilty, though she hesitated to say it. If the weather had held, had it remained a balmy evening, she would not have had to see the gentle tremors that erupted from Eliwood's fingers, the flush and blanch that had fought for dominance of his expression – as it was, the way the clouds had rolled in had soaked them anew in their rush to assist others in getting to the safety, and although he was surely miserable, he held fast and guided others just the same as they had together on the field of battle.

Perhaps in a way, it was a field of battle, although the stakes were rather less dire. It had been her hands at his back to drive him inside, shouting her concern over the rush of wind and driving rain.

She plopped the towel over his head, rubbing a hand over it with teasing affection, and cocked her head when he emerged, grinning as she handed him a warm drink.

"We should warm ourselves as best we can, the night may be a long one." It was not ideal to go back out into the storm, but Lyn would not hesitate if needs must, if it came to light that someone had found themselves stuck and in need of a hand to guide their way.

Tucking a towel over her own shoulders, squeezing the mass of her hair with it and sipping idly at her beverage, she glanced out over the gathered crowd and sighed. "How unfortunate, but I suppose Father Sky must have had his reasons to – oh - !"

It was utterly unexpected, considering how wet everything must have been, but she saw the reflection of the burst of color and light before she saw any display, whirling to face the vast windows out into the bay, over which another firecracker appeared to be trailing upward into the sky, exploding in an array of geometric shapes and delicate petals of all colors scattering into the sea.

Watching all the people inside and drying off made all the struggle to get everyone to this point worth it. Even as he ran into the fray to help those who had fallen down, even as his fingers went numb, to make sure even one more person was okay and safe.

Having Lyn at his back made it easier, a familiar face helping amidst the chaos bringing him a comfort and strength that kept him going even as his health began to fail him. Of course, he was shocked as her hands turned to eventually guiding even him in, her concern for him carrying even over the wind. He looked out, took a breath, then told her over the wind to stay safe out there. He couldn't bear to lose someone else who mattered to him. He helped a few stragglers on his own way back to the estate.

His heart leapt for joy when she came back to the estate herself. He grabbed a towel for her, laughing as she plopped the towel in her teasing manner, before taking leave to dry himself to join her properly.

Upon joining her, he finds a warm drink shoved into his hands. Of course, he barely registers the warmth in his hands, but he sees the steam waft off it and he knows this will only be good for him. As if Lyn would ever lead him astray. He trusted her completely and utterly.

"It wouldn't surprise me if the storm lasted the night through. At least we won't be in poor company." He cocked a half-smile at her, still nursing the drink she gave him. By now, his shivers had abated, and he was beginning to warm up, even if his clothes clung to him.

While he didn't share in his friend's particular faith, he knew it meant a lot to her, so he could at least muse with her. "I cannot say for sure, but even the worst rains lead to good things. It just may have been nice if another day was picked, however." He shrugged, not too upset. He had seen many of his friends, his heart was fuller than when he had arrived.

His eyes are drawn to the sky when the first burst of light comes from the ocean. The way it climbed the sky then bloomed into a flower of light for only a moment, captivated him. "What a beautiful display." He looked then back to Lyn to see her reaction to it, the lights reflected in her eyes. A small fond smile forms as he looks back to the sky and takes a long drink.

[deadlyminded]

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"It is always interesting to speak with Lyn.  The two of us agree on very little, but I find her perspective enlightening.  I would hope it is some salve for her, as well, considering the trials she has been put through as an emblem.”

[dcggersedge]

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"Oh, Emblem Lyn is gorgeous! Have you seen the way she cuts down enemies in battle? Her and that sword, oh, a girl could faint and swoon just from watching her! I wish i could get my hands on her sword, just for a little bit, I promise I'd give it back. I know the real Lyn is here too, and she's just as dashing as the Emblem one. I hope we can be friends again! I'd really like it if that could be true."

[allyphase]

It is a strange name. Hadn't that been something that she'd said, when they first met? And yet, over the years, it was the name that Lyn had become so accustomed to hearing that its absence often felt like being short of breath after only a brief jog, tugging an aching stitch in her side.

Of all places to find her little tactician, she had not expected for Mark to have traveled to an academy, and least of all one so far from home, across the vast oceans and the gods only knew how much time – but then, it seemed the only fitting place for her to discover her friend once more, innocuously nestled in the class roster of the Golden Deer, as though waiting for her to say 'well there you are.'

Her boots beat over the cobblestones, despite not knowing exactly where to go – she still didn't have the layout of this place, but if she ran hard enough and for long enough, Lyn knew she would find her eventually.

And so she did, tucked into a quiet corner away from the demands of monastery life, bent over that little chessboard as she so often was.

"Mark!" It was all that she could do not to fling herself bodily into an embrace, giving her friend at least the heads up of her name on the air; she waved excitedly, her strides eating up those precious final few feet, before Lyn found herself once more before the friend who had changed the trajectory of her life entire.

"It's been so long! I would never have guessed you'd come to a place like this! How long have you been here?"

She had meant to write, while she was away, truly. Her desk, before the Monastery's fall, had been stuffed full of half drafts, of shaky beginnings that never moved past small talk - Hello, Lyn! I’m doing well, or Lyn, I promise I haven’t forgotten about you on my travels, or, deep in the drawers, Lyn, I miss you greatly. Once, she’d almost finished, but the thought of not knowing how to send it had made her stop, preserve her hands for more pressing issues. 

So it is with some pang of guilt that she looks up to see Lyn, rushing to her, smiling with the light of the sun. The joy in her eyes burns away her guilt, and she feels her own lips pulling into a smile. 

“Lyn...!” The name slips from her lips, so practiced that she doesn’t need to try, and she pushes herself away from her chessboard to finish closing the distance Lyn’s left between them. The disbelief, the relief - Lyn is here, and suddenly Mark is given a liege to shadow again, someone to pledge her life to and stand behind to the end of her days. She’s rushing into Lyn’s arms before she’s entirely aware of what she’s doing, wrapping her arms around her and holding her, as tightly as she can manage. 

“Lyn, you’re... here...!” Her voice trembles, but under the weight of joy, not sorrow. She pulls back, her hands finding their place in front of her chest. “I wanted to finish my studies as a tactician, after the war. I’ve been here... a year or so, now. I never expected to see you here, too!” She can’t contain her excitement, so her hands reach for Lyn’s, holding them close to her. “So much... has happened. I need to tell you- all of it...!” 

[braveryinblue]

It wasn't out of awkwardness that she didn't approach him immediately.

It wasn't!

But how could she tease him in a place like this? He had come here to learn, to develop into the best ruler he could be, not just for his own people but for hers as well - it was respectable, it was dutiful, and it was something that he could surely be proud of.

But when she saw him in the training yard alongside others of his class, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh - that same swing, after all this time!

"Tell me," she called, teasing, the warmth of her smile dawning across her face, creasing at the corners of her eyes as she finally approached, "do they teach all foreign rulers to have such sloppy footwork?"

Her boots crunched against the gravel of the training area, sounding much louder in her ears the closer she got - everything seemed so sharp now, and she could see the familiar planes of his face, that stubborn set of his shoulders, and the air shifted just a bit and Lyn felt a weight lifting from her chest as surely as if he'd reached in and plucked it with his own hand.

"Come on then, Hector - " her hand found the hilt of her blade, and she dropped into a ready stance, "why don't you show me what you've learned, and I'll show you in kind?"

I've missed you.

His concentration was absolute. Perfect. Unbreakable. Ironclad. Shatterproof until the very moment it shattered into a million pieces, his swing falling wide and by no slim margin at that.

The one to blame?

None other than Hector himself, of course Lyn!!!

The one and only Lyn herself!!

The, uh,

“… Lyn…!!?”

Grunting, the marquess picks himself (and his axe) up. Brow furrows, and that, too, ought be a familiar look to an old friend. It’s clear he’s deciding which vicious (albeit teasing) remark to sling back her way after being reunited in such a manner. The trouble, of course, is there are far too many to choose from, and, ahem, well, he’s got a right to be picky what with how she’s shown up and interrupted so unexpectedly, and, ah, you know—-

She preemptively shuts him up in the best of ways. In the only way that counts, really. Instead of a frown, Hector wears a grin, and instead of embarrassment, he stands tall, ready, inviting, and daunting as ever. Axe swings down, held level with Lyn’s own blade.

“Come, and you’ll see about that footwork you were admiring just now.”

I’ve missed you, too.

[carmennivis]

There were faces that she had not expected to see at the Academy – some friends, perhaps even those less than friends – and there were those she would not have batted an eye to see wandering the halls. 

But this was another matter entirely, seemed to warp the expectations of reality itself, and if it were any other stranger circumstance Lyn might have thought that she was dreaming, but somehow when those red eyes flashed bright in the mountain sunlight she knew that what she was seeing was real, and true. 

"Nils? Nils?" She was already running across the courtyard to catch up, that turquoise head of hair almost disappeared around the edge of the corner just as it had disappeared behind those heavy doors and that too-bright light. The laugh that burbled out of her was disbelieving only for a moment before she slung her arm about his shoulders to draw him into a hug. 

"But I don't understand, how did you come to be here? I...I thought you and Ninian went to the other side of the Dragon's Gate?" 

He only just turned around at the call of his name, when memories came back at the sight of that familiar green hair. Memories that began with pain, but slowly became some of the most precious he had. At the beginning of their journey, when every human he had met was only superficially kind and his trust in them was nonexistent. That was when he first met her. Where others casted them aside when they were in danger, Lady Lyn took it upon herself to protect them. Even when there was no benefit for her to do so and time was ticking away for her as she rushed to meet her ill grandfather, she still stood by their side.

Nils was normally rather touch averse, avoiding physical contact with anyone other than Ninian. But when Lyn pulled him into a hug, he couldn’t bring himself to push her away. His hands hovered for a moment, unsure if he should reciprocate. They were cold as ice, inhuman. A sign of what he was. Those fears almost surfaced once more, but.. Lyn knew him. And she remained kind. He trusted her.

“Lady.. Lady Lyn!” His voice held both surprise and elation at seeing her once again. He hugged her back and shared her joy, smiling happily. A joyful warmth in his expression that suited his youthful face. “It’s so good to meet you again! I always hoped we would…!”

After a little bit longer they let go, as she asked her question. A very understandable one of course, considering how final their parting seemed to be. “I’m.. not entirely certain what happened. We used all our energy to seal the gate once more, and I passed out. Then I woke up here, in Fodlan.” A part of him wondered. If the gate heard his wish. A chance to understand humanity. To see in them what Ninian saw.

“But the air here is safe and clean.. and I know Ninian is doing well. So I decided to stay here, for now.”

[tineoffreege]

[ CROWDED ] - It looks like with the outdoor venue, some stowaways and uninvited guests have entered the ball, and the already crowded event has become even more bustling. With crowds like this, you find it all too easy to bump into other people, and before you know it, you completely knock another person over!

It was easy to let oneself get swallowed by the crowd, the jostle and movement of so many bodies in the same space, despite the fact that it was outdoors. The beach seemed to stretch on for leagues on either end, but there would always be spots where others would linger and mill.

Lyn found herself nudging and weaving through the sea of bodies just for the room to breathe, let alone to enjoy some of the festivities, so it was more difficult to discern which face stood before her until she had passed it. "Oof – sorry – excuse – oh!"

Her elbow clipped the side of a man in decorating armor, sending her spinning slightly, and she swiveled on her heel and found herself face to face with a pair of wide eyes and heavily flushed cheeks.

"Tine, isn't that right?" Her face split into a grin as she took the step deliberately forward, then faltered just a bit to see the unmistakable signs of duress on the girl's face. The corners of her eyes creased softly, and Lyn extended her hand, tugging the other girl close to her as she finished pushing through the throng.

"That's better, isn't it?" She said, lifting her arms in a stretch toward the sky. "You looked like you were trapped in there, I hope they didn't shove you about too much. Would you like something to drink? Some water? I have a friend who gets anxious around crowds, specifically of men – I don't know if you're the same, but take a second. Breathe. You're safe."

It's all too loud.

She's been growing better at handling crowds, but now she's stuck in the mad dance of bodies, relinquishing their identity in partaking in this chaos.

She's utterly lost, too short to see past the people; her eyes blurry and useless.

How else will this night go wrong?

She doesn't expect to actually recognize someone amongst the mass, nor to save her from it.

Lady Lyn's words are those of comfort, and she doesn't know how to respond.

"Yes, that is my name, and you look stunning tonight."

The flattery, while not insincere, comes out first to buy herself time for a more appropriate reaction.

"It's not that I'm anxious about them, but I hadn't had time to get used to the intensity.

Tonight hasn't been going the best for me, so I got a bit lost in my mind and panicked.

Thank you for your help."

[fellsparks]

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"Though I have not had the pleasure of meeting the Lyn of this world... Emblem Lyn has always been a strong presence by the side of those who accompany the Divine Dragon. My Elyos did not house her-- as such, I have less experience with the feeling of Engaging with her. Yet the few times that I have... her kind spirit sends a warmth through me that is unrivaled by others. Despite my status as a Fell Dragon, she never once has hesitated to offer her assistance. It is refreshing, to know that she does not fear me simply for my origins. I hope that I may have the chance to get to know the true Lyn, and I will always welcome her companionship without question."

[pheraemarquess]

He laughed slightly as she gave him the faux punch, feigning that she hit him harder than she actually did. There was the Lyn he knew. "I can't wait to see everyone again. Especially in happier times." He nods, letting the waves lap harmlessly against his feet. "It is a peace worth preserving, for everyone's sake."

It made him hopeful for better times on the horizon, that the tragedy of the past would haunt them no longer. It could begin to fade into nothing more than bad memories and the occasional but fading nightmare.

Eliwood found himself in shock at the next statement. "All of this for a birthday party? I had figured it was a wedding with how opulent everything is." He laughs unbidden at the thought of a literal mountain of presents. "I couldn't imagine accepting so many presents, not to mention the Thank You cards to everyone."

He pondered over the next statement. "If I had to guess, our host is either trying to show how wealthy he is for clout, perhaps even marriage offers for the heir as this shows the house is stable and will provide well, or our host is trying to show generosity to perhaps gain allies. For what? I don't know. My knowledge of the history of this place is as good as yours. It's just merely an educated guess based on my own experiences with the other Lycian Lords." It was a fact he should rectify with haste. Surely there were libraries he could avail himself of when he got back to Garreg Mach. He should have read up on his way here, but he had been so focused on other things it had never even crossed his mind.

He smiled with Lyn as she asked. "Nothing so opulent. But perhaps a small banquet could be nice. And of course, you and Hector would always be at the top of any guest list of mine." He felt the wind pick up then. It was cold, and he found himself shivering despite himself. Looking behind him, he saw quite the angry looking storm clouds approaching rapidly. Such storm clouds on the ocean were an ill omen.

Watching them approach and the wind pick up he turned to Lyn. "We should head inside. I'd hate for our reunion to be marred with either of us getting sick." The previously pleasant chill was now turning bitingly cold. His shivers got more pronounced, even as he tried to quell them so as not to worry Lyn.

made of light, and paperthin

[pheraemarquess]

[ SPLASH ] - For the daring, the ocean on its own can provide a stage for those who wish to swim! What better way to train the body than in these conditions? Or perhaps you're thinking more along the lines of pranking another party-goer…

She didn't notice him at first - there were so many redhaired men, and so many of them wearing blue - but she felt him, rather, along her periphery, almost like a ghost - no, not a ghost, he had never been anything but warm and radiant and full of life, but rather a spectre, some phantasm incorporeal in the corner of her eye that disappeared in a fog and the tide of bodies when she turned to look.

She was sure she saw him that time...

But then it happened again, and again, and Lyn was certain that it was no mere hallucination, but in fact one of her best friends there, within arm's reach, if she could just -

"Ah! There you are!" Her voice rose above the crowd, above the music, begging to be heard, and she began to slip through the milling couples, dancers, stragglers who had not yet found their footing at the ball, until her feet met soft sand and her eyes met sky blue and suddenly a weight she hadn't realized was clamping her chest loosened.

"Eliwood!" Steps sped up, and she called again to make sure he heard her; "Eliwood!"

Before she launched herself forward to wrap arms around his neck, laughing as the momentum dragged them down into the surf.

When he had arrived on this new continent, he hadn't expected to see anyone he knew. They were all in Elibe, leading their own lives. Yet, out of the corner of his eye, he kept catching a head of green that seemed so familiar it made his heart ache. But it couldn't be her. He had heard from Hector that she had ceded Caelin to Ostia, most likely to return to the plains she once called home. She was out of his life, most likely forever.

Eventually, he found himself by the edge of the ocean, looking to the horizon. Perhaps if he looked out there instead of the people milling about, he could steady himself. A way to allow himself time to process the sudden bout of yearning he felt.

When he heard an oh so familiar voice rise above the crowd, he dared to look, more out of curiosity than any genuine hope. Yet the sight that faced him was unmistakable. It was her, it was Lyn, in the flesh and quickly gaining on him.

The smile broke out on his face before he could even think to stop it, all notions of homesickness and yearning gone. "Lyn! It's really you!" He threw his arms out to catch her, a laugh, pure and true, escaping him. He tried to hold strong as she collided with him in a tight hug, but the combination of sudden momentum and the tide pulling away left him on bad footing, and they both went tumbling into the surf. A noble like him should care, yet the thought never crossed his mind, especially with a dear friend he had so deeply missed real and warm against him.

Sitting up, he made sure to pull Lyn up with him, a part of him still wanting to hold tight, happy to have his friend back in his life. But he knew that wouldn't be appropriate. Pulling away, he really beheld his friend. The smile was still present on his face. "I can hardly believe it! When Hector told me you left Caelin, I feared I'd never see you again. It makes me happy to see you so well."

[bladebrecher]

[ THE DEVIL'S BATH ] - The Viscount's home has a private bathroom with the newest invention in relaxation and funtime— a "jacuzzi" he's calling it. Built into the marble flooring is a large indoor pool of water that has a variety of switches to change the temperature, to add bubbles and whirlpool effects, and to add scents and pretty colors. He's opened it to those who wish to warm up and clean themselves from the storm.

After everything else that had occurred that night, it was nice to have a place to slip off to, once the safety of her friends had been assured, and those who needed her help had been lent a hand. The tales of the technological advancements in the bath technology made her head spin a little bit, but the fact remained: a communal bath house meant warmth, and a chance to wash off whatever the rains had lashed against her.

She slipped through the halls, finding the place where they were located easily enough, and heard a bit of the ruckus coming from inside as she removed her shoes at the door, grabbing a plush robe from the hanger and stepping forward, peeking curiously around the divider between the different sections.

Lyn jerked back as people began to file out, red and ruffled in a way that made it seem like it was from more than just the heat of the bath, and she blinked curiously at the expressions on everyone's faces - what on earth had happened in there? Was that Eliwood?

The final presence out of the bath was, if not a familiar face then an infamous one that she knew distantly as the Knight Commander, and she smiled in a way she hoped was mollifying.

"Er...is the water all right?" What else could she ask, when they all looked as though they had survived battle together? Extending a hand, with her starfish charm in her palm, she added, "I'm Lyn, I'm an assistant professor for the Golden Deer. Just hoping to shake some of the chill."

Jeralt is never playing these games again.

Alright, that's perhaps a slight exaggeration. He did, in fact, enjoy the talk and the company of others–even if he had to give them a story or two about his... less dignified escapades. Still, he’s shown more than enough of his past for one night. There’s no doubt his hot tub companions will be tempted to hold it over his head at some point, he just has to make sure he avoids any of the ‘when’.

One by one, they make their way out of the jacuzzi. The Knight runs a hand through his hair, thinking back to when he was the first to get booted from their game. Lost in his thoughts, he blinks when a woman approaches him for small talk.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Good for relieving tension and all that, as advertised.” He gives the lady a nod and looks down at her palm. Might as well be courteous and take the charm. “Jeralt of the Knights of Seiros. The tub’s all empty, so you've got it all to yourself.”

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she is beautiful and, in another life, she is a comrade. but beyond all of that, she is an emblem that knows fogado more naturally than even those of his home in the desert.

because though ike and corrin know the sword like a friend, the deft strings of a bow elude them. they do not swing with the wind, sailing whichever direction it takes them---but lyn? she is the embodiment of everything fogado hopes to be one day.

" a good wind, " she would say, and fogado would say it too, ring clutched between his palm and the middle finger of his left hand.

he has encountered many emblems here and knows that they are not the same. he hopes, at least, that this lyn loves the wind on the plains as much as the one he knows.

[nagaficat]

Continued with @sunncutter

It is a relief when Deirdre realizes it is not someone she knows that has stumbled upon her here. It would be preferable to have been able to have remained alone with her thoughts and her memories but at least this way there is likely to be less prying questions.

"Yes," she agrees, "it is beautiful."

Lord Sigurd. Would it still be his face that smiled back at her if she turned around and looked again? She would have liked more time to sit with his reflection and rememorize the handsome features of his face.

The woman's voice pulls her from her thoughts and Deirdre has to let out a small laugh. It has always been difficult for her to keep her feelings hidden. "I...I will be alright. The man I saw...I have not been able to see his face in what feels like a lifetime."

This could be it. The sign she has been hoping for. She has been praying for a miracle and she knows her wish will surely be granted one day. It is just so difficult to wait at times. She is not alone anymore but her heart still yearns for what it now knows it has lost. She cannot help but wonder what he might make of the rowboats or the beach side tourneys. He would love it.

"Ah but please," Deirdre shakes her head to pull herself from her thoughts and takes a step to the side, "do not let me hold you from your own destiny."

IF I DIDN'T HAVE CHEESE EVERY DAY WOULD YOU STILL BE INTO ME

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[craneswings]

The world just moves way too slow. Or…is it that it blazes ahead too quickly, the poor crane incapable of keeping up? Yuzu nearly doesn’t even register that the remaining contestants have completed their attempts before the bar is (literally) dropped for one final round, if she were to remember Shamir’s challenge. That being said, remembering is beginning to become a challenge all by itself.

Once more the sniper’s attempt ends early and with an extended trip to the ground. Without even saying anything, the student carries herself near the bars for a last attempt. And it truly feels like she’s being carried - be it by some invisible, miraculous force.

Rolls: 9 Yuzu: 0 points for the round.

And just as whatever otherworldly force was keeping her elevated, it immediately releases her upon clanking with the bar which feels so close to the ground. Yuzu drops her hands and body as a whole collapses on the sand. Ironically, right nearby the one she challenged so long ago.

“Aye…...could it be…just a fleck quieter…??”

It’s as if the two are having their own conversation. A drunken, broken one. But she tries.

The Hoshidan will have her round of drink, but she feels the need to rest for now. The shore somehow makes for a comfortable pillow, with this amount of awareness.

@sunncutter

i set the bar low (for limbo)

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[erkcana]

headcanon + luck

SEND ME HC + A WORD FOR SOME FUN FACTS ↯ ( accepting ) .

this lead me down one heck of a rabbithole

erk believes in luck... sort of. rather, he believes in having the favour of nature, and the favour of the gods. for this reason, he carries a small (and very beautiful) goddess icon everywhere he goes. he believes that without it, he'll start being even more of a disaster than he already is. sldghfgg.

(along this line -- i think the idea of mother earth & father sky would intrigue him, a lot, and make sense to him. he would have fun exploring those ideas and traditions.)

also, because that headcanon was really short, here's another:

remember what i said earlier about erk believing in luck, sort of? well... when it comes to his adoptive parents, you can take the "sort of" out of it. he feels like the luckiest person in the world when he thinks of them. he doesn't understand why they'd take him in; they didn't have to trouble themselves with him. he doesn't really think he deserved it. even when it's explained to him, really clearly, it's hard to wrap his head around. he always keeps coming back to "well... maybe dumb luck does exist."