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amitieos · 11 months
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[ Indulge ]
He feels the whisper of a breath on the back of his neck, the nudge of a request with a gentle huffing laughter beneath it.
It's a ball, it says, and his grimace deepens, knowing that he won't like what comes next, after receiving so many commands of late. Why don't you go dance?
He wants to bark back why don't you fuck off but leaves it off. It's a harmless request, and he isn't keen to start an issue. He scans the floor until he finds a familiar shock of green hair, and his face softens.
Since the Battle of Eagle and Lion, he had been stiff, perhaps a touch unnecessarily cold to the Lady Elincia, and with a moment's reflection it touched him that this was unfair to her. She had been, after all, nothing but the picture of kindness.
His approach is a mite stiff, but as he moves he shakes off the cool front and replaces it with practiced manners, presenting her with a perfect bow as he extends his hand, brand shining in the night air.
"Lady Elincia," he greets. "I...it's been a while, but I'm sure I still know the steps. Would you like to dance?"
"Lord Raymond!" Elincia instantly bobs into a low cursty, paying careful attention to her skirts before rising to stand and take his hand. She squeezes it ever so gently as flowers bloom upon the vines that chain their wrists. "It would be my pleasure, I love to dance! In Crimea, folk dance is very important to our people! Although there might be a few too many backflips for an occasion like today!"
Elincia giggles lightly as she allows him to lead them. The way he bowed and the ease with which he dances belie his noble upbringing often hidden in his sword technique. One she's become aquainted to in training sessions. He fights not like the son of a count or even a knight but like a mercenary, hardened and desperate to survive.
But despite his modesty he dances like a dream. It seems the steps drilled into all children of noble birth never truly leave them.
"You're doing well, if it's been a long time! But I think dancing is more than just rehearsed steps, is it not? It's supposed to bring a smile to peoples faces. A genuine one..." Her eyes dart around the room, at everyone watching. Or more likely, absorbed in their own dances. "Shall we forget the steps and let the music lead us for a little while? Only if you're comfortable with that though, I want you to enjoy this evening as much as I am, my friend."
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princepsumbra · 2 years
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[ Bunny ears ] - The sender sneakily puts up two fingers behind the receiver’s head, making them look like they have bunny ears.
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Petra, she said her name was. He has never seen her attend any of his classes; curious, then, why she'd ask to take a picture.
Regardless of her reasoning, Leo assumes position in front of the photo box. The smile on his face is nothing more than court politeness. A break might be in order after this.
Leo blinks away the afterimage of light. "Thank you for taking a picture with me, Petra. If you'll excuse me." Prince steps away without even bothering to look at the offered picture.
(Petra has acquired blackmail!)
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theofficersacademy · 3 years
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[ Ethereal Ball 2021 info post ]
ASK MEMES
Give my muse something to eat or drink…
Champagne: Imported from the western shores of the Adrestrian Empire, the school purchases 70 bottles of this stuff well in advanced for this day alone. The bartenders are under strict orders not to offer any student more than one glass.
Sparkling Water: Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender’s disposal.
Coffee: More specifically, a mocha brewed with Almyran coffee beans and Dagdan chocolate and served with hot milk. A sweeter variation of the drink taking Fódlan by storm.
Tea: Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Clever students bring their own tea.
Water: The liquid of life, the quencher of thirst. Served in crystalline glasses. And what’s more dramatic than throwing water at someone’s face!
Spaghetti and meatball: A lovers’ portion of freshly-made spaghetti cooked in the monastery’s famous tomato sauce. The titular, singular meatball sits in the center, waiting for one lucky person to have their lover roll it to them with their nose as an offering.
Sweet Bun Trio: A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.
Pomegranate: A newcomer to the Ethereal Ball’s menu, a simple bowl of pomegranate seeds. No one in the staff is quite sure how these are supposed to be served, only that you better not spit the pits out on the floor!
Mint candy: For when your breath isn’t as fresh as newly-fallen snow.
Interact with my muse…
send 💌to invite my muse to the Goddess Tower
send 👀to accidentally find my muse at the Goddess Tower
send 🏃to sneak off and explore the monastery together
send 👗to compliment my muse’s outfit
send 🚨for my muse to call the fashion police on your muse
send 👂to pass along a rumor your muse has heard about someone else
or make up your own!
Dance with my muse…
send 💃to ask my muse for a dance
send 🙇for my muse to ask yours for a dance
send 👯to teach my muse a new dance
send 😃for my muse to make your muse laugh with a silly dance
send 💫for our muses to get paired with each other in the middle of a dance
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amnesiac-pawn · 3 years
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// them: wears this
some muses: aw what nice friends :)
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blaydiud · 3 years
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“It said nothing about horses in the rules.”
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// did someone say height difference? anyways sieg cut his hair... but he only parted it for the ball
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dragon-kiddos · 3 years
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// THE TWO BEST-DRESSED KIDDOS AT THE BALL!!!!!!!!!!
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thyrosus · 3 years
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❝STARE, IF YOU MUST;
                                    I am well aware I am a sight to behold—tonight, more than ever!❞
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yewfallen · 3 years
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brands, huh. based on this thread.
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ashenprofessor · 3 years
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Byleth ball outfit
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15shadesofgray · 3 years
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so far, we are
💫starter for @hycanitho
     Gray has seen Clair throughout the duration of the ball multiple times. He never dared go near-- not yet, he’s far from ready. What face is he going to show someone who was never sure of him? He was asked to wait for her return. The fool in him believed it will all work out in the end, so long as he committed to his end of the bargain. Train hard, make a name himself, prove he was more than just empty words... he could do all that as he commits to knighthood for the One Kingdom of Valentia. When she comes back home, he was sure he’ll finally be able to prove the love he so prematurely proclaimed.
     All that changed when he arrived in Fodlan. Garreg Mach was full of beauties beyond compare, but it wasn’t just the women who were amazing, so were the men. One too many nobles from all over were here for connections, education, and perhaps something more. He’d be a fool not to acknowledge competition. Alm was already a difficult benchmark to reach, but at least he was taken. His heart was given long ago and has remained with her since. No matter how many fell for Mr. Saint-King, it didn’t matter. He’d never look at them. Too bad he can’t say the same for all these fancy bozos around. These were people with the potential to rule and do so much more than just a meager knight. People who had the privilege to get to know her throughout her stay in the monastery. And Gray knew what that could potentially mean. Now he’s wondering if he’s still allowed to wait. He hasn’t asked. He should ask. He didn’t like his odds but he still wanted to know where his place was.
     He can’t count the amount of times he pulled on the miniscule amount of strands dangling on his forehead as he walked back and forth, resolve waning as soon as it materialized. He was getting bummed for no reason, and its the sight of her dancing with someone else that zaps him back to his senses. 
     “Time’s up. Thank you, next.” Gray appeared as the dance initiated a switch in partners, immediately putting himself in between Clair’s new partner. The Valentian gives the warmest of smiles to the man he cuts off, not even waiting for a reply before stealing his spot, claiming the hand of one he doesn’t deserve yet. He tunes out the noise from everything else, eyes set on the whirlpools that snatched his heart for a love he believes to be true. 
     “Heya, Clair.” His cape sways along to his sudden movements. He feels overdressed and underdressed at the same time. In the presence of physical perfection, nothing can ever be up to par. Thank Mila he wasn’t known for having low self-esteem. “Figured you were due for a change of scenery-- or a return to an old one. Change is refreshing but nothing beats home.” 
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minorindech · 3 years
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@exemplaris | cont
The shawl wrapped around his shoulders wasn’t his. Ferdinand couldn’t say to whom it had even belonged as he snagged it from the coat check, promising the startled attendant that he would return it before long and exiting the great hall, but given the dark red of the wool and charcoal embellishments, he might have guessed it had been another Eagle.
Still, even though the snow had ceased to drift, the winter night was dark and cold, raising goosebumps across his back and shoulders as he came to a stop before the Goddess Tower. No one else had been around. Shocking. For all the boisterous talk of bringing a partner out to swear an oath, it seemed that very few managed to make it that far, and Ferdinand found standing alone, forehead pressed to the tall, foreboding doors and exhaling slowly. Deeply.
In. Out. His thoughts began to untangle, like pulling a half-hitch knot free.
Someone shuffled up behind him, and the idle apology was already on his lips when he turned, only to find, not a pair, but just Bernadetta. She too was alone. Lost? Ferdinand shook his head and smiled. “I am exactly where I want to be.”
“But if you were looking for a place of quiet solace and contemplation, I am afraid that the path here would hardly be the best place to begin one’s search.” He gestured behind him, the ends of the shawl dancing in the wind. “The Tower is quite another story, as you can see.”
At her observation, Ferdinand ran a hand down a gilded panel of the gown, smoothing it back to something presentable and smiled. He laughed. “… I sought a moment of calm as well. It became… hard to think. You are not disturbing anything, I promise.”
Bernadetta hoves awkwardly at the end of his response. This is...not the Ferdinand she is used to seeing, not the loud, brash, aggressively helpful Ferdinand who she can hear passing her room, declaring his name loud and proudly. 
She has always been somewhat...envious of him, in all honesty. To be able to claim a place in his family so proudly, to think of his name and the future as a privilege and not a noose tightening slowly.
A fine potential match she can remember her father rambling to himself angrily one evening when he decided to stay for one of her lessons. Or it would be if you were not such a failure to ruin even that.
She was never sure what he had meant by that...
Ferdinand in front of her looks decidedly different from the Ferdinand who had sent her screaming to her room though. It doesn’t sit right with Bernadetta.
She hesitated for a moment, picking at one of the fingers of her glove absently as she tried to think up something, anything, that might be even appropriate to say in this situation. She wish she had more experience talking to people.
“Um...” She cleared her throat. “I-I know I’m not the best person to talk to, and you probably have a bunch of other people who you’d rather go to first, but if you want to, um. Talk. About something. Or even anything! Bernie can maybe listen to you, if you want?”
That sounded so sad, even to her own years.
“I-I just mean...well!” She looked away from him nervously, focusing instead on the Goddess Tower. “You seem...sad? Not Ferdinand like at least and um. I don’t think you should be sad?” She cringed. Oh this was going awful.
“We could even just go for a walk, if you’d like? Get Bernie out of her room like you were telling me I needed to be...Oh, or I could just leave you be. Really, I get it, it’s fine if you want that!”
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albeinn · 3 years
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[Spaghetti and Meatballs + Water] - "I trust," There's the clink of a plate being placed on the table before him, the scent of cooked meat and tomato sauce wafting delectably from the pasta dish. Accompanying it, a plain glass of water. "You've been practicing your dance steps? We must give a good showing for Valentia, after all." She takes the seat next to her beloved, lips pursed into a nervous smile as she turns to scan the room. "I'd be concerned if we left that to Gray..."
His eyes are kept on the rest of the party, never-endingly full of dancers who seemed to have far more energy in a ballroom than anywhere else. They move with ease to the rhythm of the music that plays, every so often switching up partners, or changing tempos. It was a little enchanting— if not familiar. Perhaps it was the fact that this was an entirely foreign place to him that drew him in, made it interesting. Or maybe it was the fact that Celica was here. A little bit of both.
As the song changes and transitions gracefully into another on the repertoire, emerald gaze averts from the crowd. Instead, he looks towards the serving tables, searching for an orange crown. Not that he’d been able to get his gaze off of his beloved— watching endearingly as she serves herself a plate of spaghetti for the both of them. That had seemed a fairly popular dish tonight; between lovers, supposedly. Alm wonders if Celica knew about that.
Sitting up in his seat as she approaches, both hands full, his lips curve into an affectionate beam. Something to take his mind off the night; he tilts his head towards the seat beside him, pulling it out.
“Well, you’d be right.” A laugh leaves him, round and full from his chest. As Celica sits, he shifts to allow her more room at the table, hand coming around to tuck back his cape. “Rigelian formal events have me dancing more than I thought they would. I remember thinking my feet were about to fall off after the first few weeks— so many dances. They’re practically drilled into my brain.” A low, halfhearted sigh. “Honestly, it’s hard to believe I didn’t step on more than a few toes.”
“But it can’t be helped. Just as the both of us have to represent Valentia now,” he continues, “I needed to be the one that represents Rigel. To... to....” be there in Berkut’s place. Be the heir his father would have wanted him to be.
Alm’s attention strays from his words— his gaze seems to be stuck upon the glass of water Celica had placed upon the table. The reflection. How he’s changed. Grown. Become somebody—
Clink. The water swirls.
Alm shakes himself gently out of it.
“Anyways, hey, cut him some slack. I’m sure he’s doing alright,” Alm demurs, straightening up. Where was Gray, actually? Not philandering the night away, he hopes. “Probably. Maybe. I think. Yeah.”
As his head turns towards the crowd, his gaze catches upon the plate Celica had brought over— or, more particularly, what sat in it’s centre. He leans closer.
“Oh, is this that... the Meatball? The one people have been doing that... that thing...... like....” How did he explain... that? Alm scratches at his cheek, hesitant. The whole ‘offering between lovers’ ordeal? “... Uh, this?”
Alm tucks the serviette into his collar preemptively.
Then his face dives into the plate.
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theofficersacademy · 3 years
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As the students trickle back to Garreg Mach after their stay in the mountains, they’re greeted by light and life throughout every hall of the monastery. Fans flutter, jewels sparkle as they catch the light, and the air buzzes with students’ conversation, nervous and hopeful all at once. Their mothers and fathers, older sisters and brothers and cousins — they were all right: the monastery is decked out in so much glamor that it’s difficult not to just stop and stare.
Tapestries hang from the ceilings, depicting scenes of Fódlan’s most famous tales of chivalry: Wilhelm’s devotion to Seiros, Loog’s faithful service to the Maiden of Wind, the Lion of Riegan’s sacrifice to save Leicester from Almyran hordes, stories of love and loyalty to inspire the students on this unforgettable night. The music grows louder as you approach the Main Hall — the orchestra has already begun playing the first song of the night! You pick up the pace, squeezing past crowds, unwilling to miss a second more.
But one of the professors stops you at the door, smiling as they hand you an elegant card and a signet ring. You pull off to the corner to examine your gift, slipping your new ring onto your finger as you read the card. What is this… List of Engagements?
You’ve been formally invited to the Ethereal Ball!
A once in a lifetime experience for students of the Officers Academy. A magical night full of excellent food and drink, endless dancing, and the highlight of the year for would-be couples and longtime lovers alike.
What’s In My Hand?
Each attendee at the ball is given two things when they arrive at the door:
A signet ring bearing their initials
An elegantly designed card containing a place to write your name and five blank square spaces
As much as the ball is a night to forget the stress of academy life and have fun with loved ones, it is also, like all social events in high society, an opportunity to forge connections with your classmates, many of whom will become vital figureheads in Fódlan’s future.
It’s said that the attendees who have the most positive interactions - those socialites who show their finest diplomatic selves - will be awarded a special prize by the administration at the end of the night.
How to Play
The goal is to gather the signet ring stamps of 5 other attendees at the ball, presumably after you’ve had a favorable conversation with them and earned their approval and / or friendship (note: IC interactions do not actually have to be favorable to count toward the stamp goal).
YES: A approaches B with the express intention of making a good impression and getting a stamp from them
NO: A and B decide to ditch the party and make out at the Goddess Tower
YES: A and B decide to ditch the party and make out at the Goddess Tower, and decide they might as well get each other’s stamps while they’re there
YES: A asks B for their stamp, but B hates A and a fight ensues.
NO: B starts a fight with A for the hell of it, and neither of them mention stamps.
As this is a networking event for nobles, please prioritize characters your muse has never interacted with before.
Please tag your Ethereal Ball posts with #toaball2021
Prizes
Once you have reached 5 stamps, you will be eligible to pick one prize from the Ethereal Ball’s prize list (second tab)! The first tab contains the prize pool for Fleeting Snow, so you will be able to collect a total of 3 prizes by the end of the event.
You will also be eligible for exclusive access to the Dancer class! It will be treated as a Unique class with its own mastery ability. Mastering the class will also grant the character Refresh.
All characters who reach the required number of stamps will receive the prizes.
You may claim your Fleeting Snow prizes now or wait until the end of the event when Ethereal Ball prize claims will be handled. (please see the Fleeting Snow information post for prize requirements)
Please track your stamps somewhere, with the name of the other character and a link to the interaction. Whether you do it on your blog or somewhere private is up to you, but you will be submitting this to claim the prize at the conclusion of the event
The White Heron Cup will also begin! We will be announcing the tournament information in a new post.
The Ethereal Ball will run until May 31st at 11:59PM EST! We hope you have fun, and that your characters make a lot of new friends!
As always, let us know if you have any questions.
- The House Leaders
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encursed · 3 years
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“...i want to go back to my room.”
VERONICA’S SIGN CARD
〖♘〗. ONE — BYLETH
“i still hate her.”
〖♘〗. TWO — EWAN
“are we... friends now? i can’t seem to believe it.”
〖♘〗. THREE — 
〖♘〗. FOUR —
〖♘〗. FIVE —
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verseandrhyme · 3 years
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@thyrosus | cont 
“make no mistake: i have not lost sleep over your incorrect assumptions of my character.”
balked at the severity of the outburst in private, yes; spent a good deal of time after the fact in furrowed contemplation, trying to see where in the world offense could be taken at a—well, admittedly, the haiku he’d devised had perhaps been the sticking point. charming in a different context, but open to interpretation.
lorenz stares down at mitama’s face for more than a few moments, neutral expression at least not smoothing to outright suspicion but, at the edges, softening a little to surprise.
what a perplexing girl.
“i have far thicker skin than you have presumed of me, but,”
and a pause, before hands unfold from behind lorenz’s back, and one is offered to mitama in kind,
“—it would be… dishonest of me to not admit a partial fault of my own. i do believe, in the pursuit of artistic connection, my motivations may have been misconstrued. had i known you were spoken for, i would have approached your own invitation in a far different manner. i make no plays to lay claim to your heart, or to insinuate anything untoward. i only wrote as a fellow classmate, and wordsmith.”
such admittance does not fall from lorenz’s tongue easily, but the smile that comes after the fact is markedly genuine. there is a moment of deliberation within himself, a consideration made to reconcile set intentions with the chance at a truce.
it is worth it, he believes. in the pursuit of literary excellence, and peace among his classmates. “and speaking as both, i would like to offer a settlement: a dance, and an exchange of stamps, and we will put this matter to rest.”
He has her right about that. She had assumed that a man of his character would have been felled by her words and sent to his knees, sobbing over the agony of so harsh a rebuke in response to what she had viewed as a blatant and untoward advance.
To say she was surprised to discover the opposite would be generous. He simply...exceeded set expectations.
“So long as you understand your fault in the matter and agree to not make the advances again, I will accept that apology.” Ah, but he said partial fault. That meant he expected something of her, did he not?
Mitama considered it. Paused. Frowned somewhat. And sighed. “I suppose that if one was pressed they could find fault in how I handled the matter. If absolutely necessary. The public response may not have been necessary.”
And that is all he will get from her. He was just some student from Fodlan after all. She had no reason to owe him anything greater yet.
“I can find that acceptable.” Stamps are easily enough exchanged, and she requires more anyways. With that said and done and papers placed away safely, she can take the offered hand and curtsies politely.
“I certainly hope you manage to impress me with your efforts. I have high standards in dance.” For someone who could not dance herself.
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