Dorothea 🔞

happy womens day, send her $100 & double it by every hour you missed saying it

Good afternoon~ ❤️

@ProseSyntheta Won't you indulge me, just for a moment?

@ProseSyntheta [How sweet, to keep it safe... ... blink. Blink, blink.] Overstay your– you think I want to get rid of you, so quickly? Not at all! I might not have much to offer in terms of a romantic night, but I /definitely/ have a bottle of red wine /and/ a well-trained ear for gossip.

[ Romantic or platonic, you'll have to figure it out. Will come with gifts, DM if your muse would want something specific. Hal is perceptive. Rusty is not. ]

@ruinwielder [such a simple gesture, yet it makes her heart race. she peers up at him through her lashes, a hint of mischief in her gaze.] Not at all! But you should know that by now. ❤️ [an overly (comically) flirtatious wink! but in all honestly? she actually felt /excited/, for once.]

@egretrose [he rests his other hand on top of hers, once she's back on his arm.] That's the plan! You don't mind a bit of a ride, do you?

Ready for that date, @egretrose?

study with reference #edelgard #dorothea #FireEmblemThreeHouses

@ruinwielder [for some reason, she believed him.] Sorry, Sylvie~ I couldn't resist. [a blink. oh.] A coat? We're staying outdoors? [despite questioning it, she's quick to comply, darting back into her room to grab one - hurriedly returning to his side, an arm half shoved into a sleeve.]

@egretrose I've already told you; you deserve only the best! [he smiles, even as she teases him.] Please, no. It sounds like you're talking my dad, instead of me! [but before he starts leading her, he remembers one more thing.] Oh, before we go. You should bring a coat.

@HOLL0WMOON without crests had the same worth as those with? and she had total faith in her allies, so shouldn't she start /preparing/ for that world?] ... then... I should find another goal, I guess. But if I reach for something so far away... you'll be there to save me if I fall, right?

@HOLL0WMOON Well... no, but- [the words die in her throat. those cases weren't exactly comparable to her own - none of the other Black Eagles were commoners - but did that really matter? wasn't that the world they were striving to build - where commoners were on par with nobles, and those

Another year, another Day of Devotion spent single...

@ruinwielder she grasps his elbow, the action feeling natural... but she wasn't enjoying this /that/ much! A formal - teasing - bow of her head.] Sir Gautier.

@ruinwielder [Briefly stunned by his uncharacteristic compliment, and yet... it draws a giggle from her, as she shyly tucks any stray hairs behind her ear.] You think so? Well... you're quite handsome yourself, Sylvie. Put in some extra effort for little old me~? [A brighter smile, as

[14] damn Edelgard take a hint #FE3H

@ProseSyntheta about. She doesn't have anything for him. ... Ah! She pulls a thornless, red rose from behind her ear, holding it out to him with a flourish.] Happy Day of Devotion, darling! ❤️

@ProseSyntheta [While he was right - she /had/ received more than enough gifts - she still seems pleased! A wide smile on her face, she happily takes the chocolates.] Thank you, Hal! Spared a thought for little old me, did you~? Well! If we're exchanging gifts, then... [What is she talking

[groaning, a hand to her forehead... she's given herself such a headache.] Morning... [😞]

and raw. unguarded, covered with reminders of her touch. it's a sight that — though it'd been shared by many others — felt sacred. special. something that should be taken in entirely. it made it hard to leave. she didn't /want/ to leave. but she had to.]

[she blinks awake slowly — warm, and content beside the man she'd spent the night with. tired eyes run over @ruinwielder's sleeping form, memorising his softened expression, his freckles, and every little mark she'd left on his skin. so rarely was he unmasked like this, genuine

@HOLL0WMOON once more — one on the streets, with no family to speak of — after her voice and beauty had faded away.]

@HOLL0WMOON set her apart from the rest... and that thing was tainted by the leering gaze of others.] I do appreciate knowing you think so highly of me, but really, I'm nothing special. Even if I wanted to pursue something else, if I were to fail, then... [... she'd be left with nothing