#nagaficat

[albwreckt]

It was not difficult to hear the man speaking about his financial troubles. With how loud and booming his voice was, the true difficulty was avoiding it. But the story she overhears tugs at Deirdre's heartstrings. She does not know what it is to want for gold but she does know that she can help.

"Forgive me," her voice is soft, almost shy as she approaches him. "I could not help but overhear that you are in need of aid. If you would allow it, I would like to help." With a smile, she digs her hand deep into her pocket to retrieve a handful of loose coins with some interesting pebbles, a few dried flowers, and a hard candy mixed in. She reaches for his hand with her free hand, fills his palm with the assortment, and gently closes his fist with both her hands.

"Try not to spend it all in one place," she smiles softly. It is hardly the amount of money that could be spent in more than one place but she does not realize this.

"Allow it? Lady, I'd welcome it!" 

If there is one sound in this world that can truly captivate Balthus, it is the clinking of coins. They are a wellspring of hope, a promise of prosperity, and their clatter against the wood of his stall sends his heart into a flurry of– 

There are like, six. 

He frowns. He feels like he’s been swindled, somehow. “That all you got?” He asks, and worry not, Balthus is self aware. He understands that that’s a rude thing to ask–especially of someone with such kindness in her heart. And so he blinks really hard and waves his hands in front of him. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’ll take it for sure, just… Uh…” 

Looking at it a second time doesn’t fatten the pot. As the meager amount enters his hands, he can’t help but wonder if Deirdre would need the money more than him. She looks noble enough, sure, but so does Constance, and she’s broke. Plus, what was that bit about not spending it in one place? Surely a joke. He couldn't save it even if he tried!

He turns over the wrapping on the candy, reading its label with the squint of his eyes. “...Got anything that tastes like mint?”

#IC #ASKBOX #NAGAFICAT #//THANK YOU OOMFIE FOR SENDING THE FUNNIEST ASK EVERR GHADHSADHSAOIDHSAD #//“forgive me” i forgive you deirdre. and in fact i encourage this behavior. it is unparalleled

[tacitanis]

Deirdre remembers when she had been the only professor assigned to the Black Eagles house. It had been lonely and overwhelming. She felt highly unqualified but, as more and more professors were hired, Deirdre's own confidence as an educator grew. With each new colleague, she feels as though she owes them her thanks. At the very least, she at least owes them a cheerful welcome.

"Good evening, Professor Iago!" She does not knock as she enters the new professor's office carrying an encouraging bouquet of black-eyed susans in her arms. "My name is Deirdre and I am so delighted that you will be joining me in teaching the Black Eagles house! I look forward to getting to know you better!"

iago is surprised by the reception. while this is his first official teaching position, he has been in the position of overseeing instruction before. nohr's sorcerers sometimes needed a guest lecture or two from a military mage, and he had occasionally obliged. he hopes that this will be... much like that but longer-term.

he accepts the flowers regardless ( such a pretty but impractical gift, that tells him a fair bit right from the jump about its giver, more than anything, and he wonders if she happens to know how illuminating it is ) and sets them on his desk.

"deirdre, what a pleasure it is to meet a... lovely lady such as yourself. i am iago of nohr. i do hope we can get to know one another."

#nagaficat #⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅ #starting of with the only nice thing in his inbox (she's too sweet to be dealing with this guy) #hello miss deirdre come closer nobody's going to try to use you for some sort of trap or scheme

[ulircursed]

♡ ok but I'm actually genuinely curious as to what Andrei himself would think of how his situation would change in this situation KSHDKDB

from this picrew!

a new child in jugdral-verse? yup, but hold tight, this au is my wildest one yet. there's another child too, but i'll talk about the other kid when it comes up

cw for rape

unlike the other jugdral asks where i just went crazy on my own, a few sensitive details were discussed a little with erica bc of the topic at hand. so deirdre and andrei have a precanon thread currently going on, where the two of them meet and have a meal and it's their first time hanging out just the two of them. in it, deirdre thanks andrei for, and i quote, 'dealing with one of the men who killed [her] father'. that's ring! andrei freaks out internally, of course, though he is able to salvage the situation to an extent

now, what if that meeting went well enough (in deirdre's mind) that they had more meetings? andrei is on one hand extremely uncomfortable with her, but on the other hand, this is exactly what he wants!! think about what it does for yngvi's reputation if the duke has a direct and personal friendship with the princess and future queen of grannvale!!! this is excellent and great and he cannot possibly refuse this. so he agrees to every single meeting, and talks to her, and they form some sort of friendship thing. at this point andrei's mental health is a mere thread away from utterly insane by the way. surely this will end well, right?

(oh yeah, at this point, andrei does already marry antares and have scipio. scipio is not involved in this mess and is the exact same as he is in canon)

it all comes to a head at one meeting, where deirdre confesses to him that she is ready to have children with lord arvis. she thinks she's ready, finally, thanks to the support and friendship of those around her, including andrei! she mentions something about ring again, and andrei snaps. i've mentioned it before, but andrei resents arvis for (as far as he knows) heading the conspiracy plot, because without it none of this would've had to happen. and so, upon hearing that arvis is about to get what he wants with the woman he loves, andrei forces himself upon deirdre

he comes to his senses after the deed is done, and apologizes profusely, begging her for his life essentially. he says that he will die if word of this ever gets out, and deirdre agrees to keep it a secret. and she does! until. she gets pregnant. i won't go into detail about when/whether she and arvis would've consummated their marriage at this point, but as erica points out, deirdre is not good at hiding her emotions and will eventually tell arvis about it as soon as he asks, so even if being pregnant was potentially expected, the secret would've gotten out at some point during the pregnancy

for his crimes, andrei is publicly executed and yngvi falls into disgrace. antares, already not a noble (this is purely my hc but andrei married a non-noble claiming to have minor ullr blood to have scipio), gets kicked out of yngvi along with scipio, and they go live their non-noble lives somewhere else

anyway, deirdre is pregnant! with twins! manfroy is kinda frustrated, bc he wanted her to have kids with arvis, dammit. but she's of course gonna keep the babies, so they are born. julia is still julia, just with major naga and minor ullr instead of fjalar blood. but her older brother, get this—

name: julio

gender: male (he/him)

class: prince > master knight minus bows and sword

minor ullr, minor loptous

tiptoes around his 'father', whom he's aware isn't really his father. has developed some chronic people-pleaser tendencies because on some level, he feels like his and his sister's existence broke something in this household and that he's not meant to exist. good at charming the staff! very polite for a noble scion

protective of his sister, mostly because of the above reason. the twins grow up really close! julia is the only one that julio feels he can show his true feelings around

they stay in the velthomer household as part of the family upon deirdre's insistence, which isn't terrible because they get a loving mother growing up, but also isn't great because they have to interact with arvis. arvis isn't abusive or anything, but everything about these kids brings back his trauma re: victor so his mental health is just not great in general. they try to avoid each other wherever possible

he's set up to become the duke of yngvi, or whatever that territory is gonna be called if that whole house ends up being dissolved. he works really hard in his youth, but doesn't pick up the bow because he can sense that his 'father' is really really not ok with that. forgoes the sword too, while he's at it, because his 'father' doesn't seem too pleased with that either. he knows how to fence and stuff, but not horseback sword usage. he learns magic though, magic is a-ok in this household

deirdre isn't blamed for this incident, because andrei was the one who initiated the whole thing, and the twins are... yeah, they're bastards, but they're the blood of the legitimate royal family, so it's not like they can be killed or anything. anyway, at this point, sigurd gets to belhalla and arvis cooks him twice as hard as in canon because at this point he's pissed off at anyone who's ever had kids with deirdre, but it's not like anyone can tell because no one knows how hard he cooked sigurd in canon so they just think wow his meteor spell is that strong

manfroy urges them to try again, and tbh azmur wants fully legitimate grandkids too, so according to erica, they do! because deirdre loves arvis and everything. but you know, holy blood weirdness and all that, their kid (let's call him julius) is born with fjalar blood and naga blood but not loptous blood. manfroy, extremely frustrated now, tells them to try AGAIN, and this time, uh, deirdre dies in childbirth and the child doesn't survive. listen, this is kid #5 ok i don't think health care was that good at that time. as an extra screw u to manfroy, maybe this kid would've had major loptous had they survived. but they didn't

manfroy's plans fail! julio becomes the new duke of yngvi and arvis just tries to avoid looking at him. julia is married off to one of the neighboring countries (i had to google what happened to illegitimate children of nobility/royalty and the answers were... this basically). julius becomes duke of velthomer and the heir to the throne. seliph can come in and fix some things about this, but loptous isn't one of his problems for once. everyone is either happy or dead! if julio ends up fighting febail, he will die to febail and his cousin will become the new duke of yngvi, but he doesn't have special dialogue with any of them because who tf are these people. the end.

bonus: thank u to erica for suggesting this route btw

#the number of things i had to research to make this au kldfjalkf #over the course of the past four jugdral asks i feel like i revisited the entire gen i storyline #i also looked up illegitimate children of royalty but i had to tweak this bc most of the examples talked about guys having kids #fankids #nagaficat #➵ letting go (meme answers)

[reprisalet]

cont. from here.

an empress? that does make reyson's eyebrows raise very slightly. he inclines his head toward her ( she would outrank his title of ' prince ' but only if he cared about beorc titles and their hierarchy ) and offers her a slight smile. she still seems so apprehensive, but...

well, maybe it's with good reason. it sounds as though she's had a lot to think about, and not a lot of support. he does not ask why that is, instead he just nods. "you're not asking for too much. i offered, didn't i?" it's simple. at least for the moment.

"reyson. you can just call me reyson. i don't see the need for titles," he says, surprised at the way she just takes his arm, but catching up quickly enough that he begins leading her in the direction of the greenhouse. "i find it relaxing to be among the flowers. and at this time of day, there likely won't be anyone there for a while yet. you can tell me about what ails you on the way. your heart is... heavy, isn't it?"

@nagaficat

#nagaficat #⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #⁺ . ✕ ◞ thread: deirdre mini ⋅

[aimlessarchery]

🥂 "Look at them," Deirdre's eyes are full of love as she directs Python's attention to their knights now chatting together. "Already talking about sparring!"

Python follows Deirdre's gaze and fails to withhold a choked laugh at the sight before him. There's stars dancing in Forsyth's eyes that he hasn't seen in this magnitude since the man was promoted to lieutenant by his personal little hero back in their Deliverance days.

"Looks like I got it wrong. I don't think you're the homewrecker I should be worried about here."

#[ ic ] #[ ask ] #nagaficat #// the sillies...

[lycianlynx]

the wiping party of mach // w.h.c. round 1

If Chad can say anything, it's that they don't want to be here — But between suffering Earth's heavy scrutiny for the entirety of the rest of the night and just suffering it for a little while and being mostly free of it the rest of the night, they picked the latter.

They're kind of regretting it, honestly. Though the boy's not an awful dancer, though they've gone through the practice moves with a clear mind, critical eye and definite objective: Do passably and Get Out — The closer their turn draws, the more their hands shake. There's a tension in their entire body they can't force out, jaw clenched, shoulders drawn taut like a livewire.

All they can see and hear with the lights turned on them is their own thundering heartbeat, their cloying breath and light, light, light, piercing them through — But at least muscle memory wouldn't fail them as the music starts up — A low roar, slow, deliberate, flowing movements that go from one into the next — But a set of strings builds up speed, becomes frenetic as Chad lets momentum carry them from one gesture to the next, half-falling into a spin that dips them low and back up again, their own gravity precarious as their sleeves trail out behind them —

Fine, so far. But they can't keep up the balance they need for for the recovery, their limbs sluggish from anxiety nipping at their heels, and their foot loses ground into an ungainly stumble, disrupting their flow.

A roaring panic begins to eat at them, the fiddle fraying not just the strings, but the last of their own nerves alongside it; There's a recovery as they substitute in a heel spin, but the rest of the choreography flies away from their fingertips as a controlled dip falls out of their hands, has them falling to the floor, and instead of coming back up smoothly, they hit the ground, hard, and the shock has them take a fraction too long to get back up.

The music cuts out. The boy lies, wide-eyed, not daring to move for a long moment — Before the eyes, the eyes register, and they're scrambling onto hands and knees, stricken. This — This was a mistake. This was a mistake. They never should've — Never should've—!!

Earth rumbles in disapproval. Chad can't even bring themself to look at the score numbers, lifted up damningly just inches above their field of vision.

style: 1 choreo: 3 technical: 3

They need to get out of here, now. They gather themself up, bow hastily and vacate the stage for their opponent — Making themself scarce in the maze of hedges under cover of night, tears pricking at their eyes.

et tu, @viridescent-lance @nagaficat?

#read whc with the same delivery ryoshu would give it please. #im so sorry chads such a mess in this my rolls were so catastrophically bad i couldnt see them like. taking this otherwise :crylaugh: :sob: #;t. the wiping party of mach #toaball2023 #whiteheroncup2023 #;e. ethereal ball | 2023 #viridescent-lance #nagaficat #;s. picture perfect fairytale princess | deirdre #;s. gesture study of a knight | forsyth

[viridescent-lance]

can we get a family therapist in here

starter for @nagaficat and @disgracedvessel

Forsyth has made a promise, and he intends on keeping it.

The aftermath of the mission leaves everyone shaken, and he knows recovery time is vital. But he remembers the worry and urgency in Deirdre’s eyes, her desire to see her son alive and unharmed. Thus on his first day back at Garreg Mach, he musters the strength to scout the Abyss for Julius’ whereabouts, and on the second he sets off with Deirdre to find him.

“Be careful. While there is unwarranted stigma towards the residents of the Abyss, there are still scoundrels lurking. If anyone tries to harm you, I am at your side.” The individuals who Forsyth had recruited the help of yesterday gave him a general area where Julius roams--nothing concrete, but it’s better than nothing and he doubts he’ll get as lucky as he did last time. “Your son has made a bit of a name for himself down here, but he seems to roam...”

The residents of the Abyss, for their part, give them a wide berth. Perhaps it is that they are specifically looking for Julius, perhaps it is because they are a princess and a Knight of Seiros. Regardless, Forsyth tries his best to be gracious to the residents, giving them apologetic smiles as he and Deirdre make their way further down.

“We should be nearing him...are you ready, Lady Deirdre?” Forsyth can’t say he isn’t nervous, what with his knowledge of their family past and the recent incidents in the dreamscape, but this is his duty. Hopefully seeing his mother alive will help Julius. “It is an honor to facilitate this, my dear friend.”

#[ ic ] #[ thread ] #[ thread: can we get a family therapist in here ] #nagaficat #disgracedvessel #//the long awaited #//forsyth has become jugdralian

[splinteredash]

Deirdre had found Professor Thrasir to be a bit intimidating but Professor Lif is something else entirely. Still, she does not let his large stature or glowering demeanor deter her. In fact, it only serves to make her wish to befriend him more.

"Good afternoon, Professor Lif!" Deirdre all but sings as she enters his office. A vase of delphiniums is set on his desk and she smiles when she sees how it brightens up the dreary room. "My name is Deirdre and I look forward to our new friendship!'

Deirdre... He knows that name.

It's migraine-inducing.

There was once a time when he spoke with a Deirdre, and read of her homeland's tales as they were chronicled in Askr's grand library. Confusing at first, the story dawned on the boy after having experiences with some of its characters. Though that place is a graveyard of splotched ink and tattered pages now, there are a few fine details he remembers.

Deirdre and Sigurd had their fate altered by Arvis.

Tragic though she may be, he remembers envying her children. He remembers wishing he had a second father, whenever the burden of expectation would grow too great.

What a fool Alfonse was.

"If you have need of a third dead husband, seek someone else," he ripostes, tonal sharpness throbbing in tandem with the pain in his head. An elbow props his arm up against his desk, which rubs his temple for some sort of alleviation. Lif is too repulsed by Deirdre's offer of friendship to notice that he let slip his greatest secret.

A few moments later, he would realize, but shock would not color his eyes. Deirdre shan't tell a soul, lest she wish for the whole world to know she isn't any better.

"I am not interested in growing close with you. Nor do I care for your plants." Her gift is an even greater twist of the knife, reminding him of all the things he is unworthy of. With a sigh, he brushes it aside--sliding the vase just an inch away from spilling onto the floor.

'The dead cannot provide for the living,' he wishes to say, but some small part in him finds that lesson too cruel to teach.

#IC #ASKBOX #NAGAFICAT #//*i* think her gift was so fucking sweet and thoughtful #//but alas welcome to the guy who slaps ur hand away when you hold it out in friendship

[aurheatum]

@nagaficat sent:

Deirdre makes her way to the tables to find her seat. It is not difficult to guess where she will be sitting. As Sigurd's Lady, her spot should be just to the right of his. But she notices the Archbishop in her place. She does not think much of it. Rhea is probably just taking a moment to chat with the others in that area until Deirdre arrives.

Deirdre smiles and gently taps her dear friend on the shoulder. "Pardon me, my lady, but..."

Then she notices it. The place card reading Archbishop Rhea placed neatly on the table. Her heart sinks like a stone and she glances frantically around trying to find her name nearby with it nowhere to be found.

"Oh dear. I had thought...but if Lord Sigurd is there then..."

Rhea had indeed been conversing with those around her, particularly the Lady Ayra, after she had taken her assigned seat. Sir Sigurd had been kept busy greeting guests, and continues to be so that she hardly had the time to ask why his wife was so far away from him during this time of celebration.

(She knows Arvis Velthomer has returned and something has changed but in passing the change has only ever seemed to invigorate Deirdre.)

As Deidre’s gaze passea Rhea’s face to fall upon her name card the lady of the forest seems to positively wilt; opal eyes turning dark rather than glittering like the clear forest pond as they usually were. 

Again, just as she had in the garden, Rhea wishes to hold her bur she is aware of what they both represent her and the many eyes open them (young seliph was just yonder; has he noticed his mother’s sudden change in disposition?)

“Lady Deirdre, please come with me for a moment,” Rhea says, taking her hand and leading her from the crowd; “I am sure it must have been some miscommunication between the two of you. Planning such an event as this takes a great deal of mental focus after all. When was it you and Sir Sigurd last spoke?”

#nagaficat #toabaldrsbounty #🤡

[swiftscion]

i want to see someone get shot 🥰 - team 10 iron round

Larcei tries to protest against Deirdre’s scolding--tries to put up her arms in defense and come up with some reason or another to justify her suspicions. Isolation leads to suspicion, she would have said, or She was holding a strange magical artifact! But as though this dream wishes to put their feud aside, the arena shifts. Rustic bars, dusted floors, and simple wooden seats all vanish without a trace. The smell of blood and sweat in the air is gone, giving way to something more sterile. The playing field widens. Metal plating covers the ground they walk on, streaks of blue energy coursing through the floor. For lack of a wall and iron gate, a similarly colored bubble surrounds them. It seems to hum with life, appearing translucent but definitely solid. It is a force field, meant to keep their fight contained. On the other side of this field remains their audience, though their accommodations have been upgraded. Their seats of matte-black chrome are padded using some soft and alien material, and they hover in the air, so that everyone can have their perfect view. It is a setting totally unknown to little Larcei--far beyond even the scope of her imagination. 

And when she looks at her hands, expecting some powerful weapon of a similar era, she finds nothing. Not even the tingle of magic at her fingertips, not even the flow of mana in her veins. “GUESS I DON’T HAVE A WEAPON,” she tries to mutter to herself, but speaking below a shout has been made an impossibility. Her voice, regardless of how much she tries to control it, rings at a deafening volume--each word pounding against the eardrums of all unfortunate enough to hear. But strangely enough, she doesn’t seem to notice. 

“BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF WE LOSE BECAUSE OF THAT! YOU!” and again, she points to Lucina, “ENOUGH STANDING AROUND! IF YOU’RE REALLY ONE OF US, THEN YOU’LL FIGHT TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! ATTACK THE ENEMY; GIVE THEM EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT!”

Larcei uses Rally with her Booming Voice! Lucina receives +6 speed and +3 luck for one round!

The enemy in question is not so easily felled, however. One, evidently the leader, towers over our heroes with limbs of great mechanical might. Its entire body is cased in metal armor, but the sheen around that seems to provide even more protection. It, too, is of the sky-blue color seen on the floors and walls around them. Each of its shoulders holds a missile rack, and strapped front-and-center is an intimidating gatling gun. Of course, this technology is foreign to Larcei, but she isn’t the kind to be willing to mess around and find out with strange devices. Especially when those devices are pointed at her. 

Three nodes surround it, each a futuristic pod of robotic material and circuitry. At their cores is a similar blue light, and evidently, they are connected to the main body. After taking a look at them, Larcei doubts even Lucina could hold her own. She turns to another ally.

“YOU TOO, LADY DEIRDRE! YOU TRUST HER, RIGHT? THEN BACK HER UP IN BATTLE!”

Larcei uses Ruse with her Booming Voice! Deirdre receives +3 speed and +1 luck for one round!

UP NEXT: @exclted @allegreta

#IC #EVENT THREAD (I WANT TO SEE SOMEONE GET SHOT 🥰) #EXCLTED #ALLEGRETA #NAGAFICAT #ARTIFICIDEL #toaarena2022winter #//thank you ree for the thread title

[lionsword]

Ice Ice Baby [White Heron Cup]

White Heron Cup starter for @wanderingsstar @viridescent-lance and @nagaficat

Roy was so excited he was worried about being able to dance correctly. He grinned at Nils, tamping down his nerves like he usually would before combat. However, going out onstage to perform was its own trial. With only a decorative sword at his side, he felt out of place.

"Okay. Let's go!"

It felt like something they were sharing, a memory of someone long past, their reminiscence in steps and flourishes rather than words. Roy hadn't gotten to know Ninian, but he knew she'd been dear to Nils, if not everything to him.

The dance was both in her honor and an expression of new joy, fire red and ice blue blending in spirit.

Style: 9

Choreography: 6

Technique: 4

Total: 19

Roy's steps still weren't the best. All that practice and he still likely bruised at least one of Nils' toes. "Sorry!" he whispered after a bad step, still enjoying himself.

#whiteheroncup2023 #thread #thread: ice ice baby #bc... ice dragon #//ok this is a bad thread title but i saw this was with the ice dragons and then pat and erica and thought im in the clear then #toaball2023 #wanderingsstar #viridescentlance #nagaficat

[lumenfilia]

˗ˏˋ꒰ @nagaficat​ asked: 

There is a new professor in the Black Eagles house and Deirdre is ecstatic! She adores Professor Cecilia but she will never ever say no to the opportunity to make a new friend. She appears in the threshold of this new professor's office, bright smile across her face and bouquet of safflowers in her hands.

"Hello! My name is Deirdre and I am one of your fellow professors! It is wonderful to meet you!"

How she went from waking up in another country to accepting a teaching position at their academy, Tailtiu will never know. She doesn’t really need to, either -- some things are best accepted at face value like that.

Her ponytail bounces as her head turns, abandoning the cloud of dust she has only seemed to make in her efforts to get rid of the layer that coats her bookshelf. Ah, well. An issue for later.

Deirdre. 

Whatever greeting she had readied dies on her tongue, furrowed brows betraying her otherwise warm expression. She’d be a fool to forget that name, whether she had met the woman or not. How the hell... 

A coincidence. Probably. Names were common and all that. “Pleasure’s all mine-!” She steps away from the shelf, waving dust away from her face. “Forgive the mess, I don’t think this room’s seen a living person since it was built.” 

Eyes alight upon the flowers in the other’s hands. “Oh! Those aren’t for me, are they?”

#⋆ ( inbox )˚｡⋆˚ #( deirdre ) #nagaficat #erica and i frantically trying to figure out whether or not these two have met #they have not #so this will be Fun. #christening the tailtiu blog with smth silly before i get to The Depression.

[deamare]

♡ ˚·  @nagaficat asked:

"You look beautiful," Deirdre sets a gentle hand on Ishtar's shoulder as she passes behind her chair on the way to her own seat. "I am so grateful that Lord Sigurd thought to put your seat near ours. I only wish my Julius was here too. Perhaps we can save some food for him..." She sighs. She can only hope that he is happy with whatever he has chosen to do instead. "But you are here! And I am glad for it! You are always welcome in my family, Ishtar."

She has felt the young prince's absence all night. And though she is certain he is wise for staying in the shadows they were learning to call home, Ishtar still laments his presence.

How lovely it would have been-- a chance at pretending normalcy.

Through silver lashes she blinks at Deirdre. "Yes, I had already thought to bring some back for him." She thumbs a carefully folded napkin, sat awaiting half her meal to be tucked within it. It's a skill she is well versed in; sneaking food to prisoners.

Ishtar swallows. She does not enjoy the reminder of what they have become.

"Thank you, Lady Deirdre..." A smile plays timidly at her lips, hiding a great sadness beneath it. The hand on her shoulder does not possess claws that threaten to dig into her skin, is not meant as a reminder. It is not Mother's. It is perhaps better for that.

"I am eternally grateful."

#♡. — 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 #♡ ˚· ( deirdre ). #nagaficat #toabaldrsbounty #WEHHHHHHHHHHHHH SURPRISE MOM THANK YOU #i still have to answer the birthday askbut #sniff..... ty erica

[elusivia]

a kiss after treating a wound 

He stared at her, blankly.

Zelkov stood, holding his previously wounded forearm to his chest, right where she'd kissed, and then immediately turned to wash his hands and his arm, glancing back at her while doing so, and then shaking his head and muttering to himself,

"These people know *nothing* of hygiene."

#//I LOVE U DEE SORRY HE LIKE THIS ERYFYUE #ask #ic #nagaficat

[reprisalet]

Deirdre is, at first, a bit hesitant to poke around the knight's barracks. Her advice answerer is not the only person she knows who takes residence there and this is perhaps one of the few times she does not want to run into Lord Sigurd. But this sender's advice resonates with her and is far kinder than most of the other angry responses she received.

Fortunately, there is only one other person milling about by the barracks at this time of day. Deirdre finds herself drawn to him and not just because of his enchanting wings. He feels like he could be a friend.

"Excuse me, Sir?" She approaches quietly holding her note out. "Would you happen to know who might have written this?"

reyson jolts a little at the quiet voice. this woman seems... uncertain, somehow. he tries, as he does with other beorc, not to pry open her heart and peek about, but her emotions are strong and her uncertainty is clear.

it is because of this uncertainty that he speaks gently. rafiel is better at gentleness, but reyson will have to do.

his brow furrows as he reads the note and recognizes his own words. "ah. that was me, actually. what's your name? your... predicament called out to me, honestly. would you like to go somewhere quieter to speak? we can go to the greenhouse, or further out..."

#nagaficat #⁺ . ✕ ◞ in character ⋅ #⁺ . ✕ ◞ answered ⋅

[aimlessarchery]

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python's opinion hour

Forsyth likes her, so Python wants to tolerate her. She's kind-hearted. Too much for her own good, he assumes.

Forsyth 'died' trying to protect her-- Python watched the blood bloom from his best friend's sleeping body, had spent sleepless nights after just watching him and waiting for it to happen again. That memory...is hard to tolerate.

She's all smiles and rainbows and 'love will win in the end' and it sets off alarm bells clanging like crazy in Python's pessimistic, practical head. She told him Death had a knack for finding her, and about how it had claimed her beloved Sigurd. Python isn't quite callous enough to dismiss her grief, but in his head? He's thinking he'll do anything to ensure that his stupid knight in shining armor (his lifeline) doesn't follow suit, if push comes to shove.

tldr: in a world where kke didn't happen, he thinks she's nice but her romantic worldview is obnoxious. after kke, similarly doesn't hate her as a person but does not like that she is close with Forsyth. simmering in some discomfort and will probably flip his lid if her antics ever get Forsyth injured/put in serious danger. lol

#[ ask ] #nagaficat #// was straight up talking with pat about pythons messy deirdre thoughts last night LMAO #// what lore event deaths do to a motherfucker