#ventusanimae

[reddragonprincess]

hc + magic

HC prompt ☾ | accepting!

Minerva and magic travel on seperate binaries: it is true, she had fun in the arena, experimenting a way of battling that doesn't belong to her, but as a matter of fact, she is kind of repellent to magic.

It's not that she doesn't like it, but she simply cannot understand how it work and how she can actually use it. Yet, since she transferred at the Monastery, she grew fond of dark magic and she wants to learn more about it;it all started while she observed a lesson and after that moment, she felt fascinated and she understood that she could actually make a ood use of magic too.

Obviously she prefers weapons and more concrete items, but tomes and staff will certainly be part of her training, in the future.

#ask #headcanon #ventusanimae #//thank you for asking neffi!! ^^ <3 #this was interesting since I think that sooner or later she will be into magic #i can feel it

[arcstral]

As his battle came to a close and whatever light wounds he sustained from the Fire and Blizzard spells were patched up, Merric, true to himself, put his own tome aside for the time being and began to tend to others. His own injuries bothered him little - being a Mage, he possesses a resistance to spells above average, after all, especially to small wounds suffered in a mock battle, which pale in comparison to the scorching infernos he and his enemies unleashed upon one another in a true fight to the death.

After a few visits, bandages, healing spells and friendly chats for lifting spirits, the Altean's eyes land on a face well familiar. With a smile, he makes his way through. Though whatever injuries Lord Marth may have seem already taken care of, Merric will never neglect to greet his king and friend.

"Hello, sire. Some formidable opponents you had, huh? Yours truly, too, had to unfortunately excuse himself a bit early. Still, I do hope you found your match enriching and enjoyable."

The reunion with a cherished friend not through battlefield, but through infirmary, is a circumstance that is amusing as much as it is illuminating. Before Merric might even utter a word, Marth is already made acutely aware to the sage's defeat and to the subsequent reflection of their respective losses. This year's Battle of the Eagle and Lion has not been paved by their personal triumphs. The other confirms as much and the smiling king is quick to ready a place for him.

Quiet shuffling scoots him sideways on the cot to make room, several juice boxes at his elbow - one sipped and two unopened, reserves recently attained courtesy of Maria. He extends one such drink to the other, smoothly passing it to his hand in accordance with the traditional lack of decorum between them. "Hello, Merric. I see the same goes for yourself. You are a talented mage—the best I know—I could not envision your defeat to be anything less than close. Your opponents must have been very strong."

A comfortable silence shines in the brief intermission of slurping fruit juice. A bend in the Hero-King's straw occludes the passing of liquid and he adjusts it, fiddling with the angle for a few seconds in correction, before returning to the conversation at hand as if nothing had occurred.

Slurp. Sip. Sluuuuurp.

"And yes, I did find it enriching and enjoyable. It is a pleasure to fight on behalf of one's house, and to cross blades with others doing the same." On that line of thought, curious eyes briefly scan the medical tent for the recent shades and bright pigments of his memory. Pink. Purple. Silver. Lavender. Teal. His attention circles back to Merric with a brightening of features. "But of course, I would care to hear of your thoughts on the experience as well, my friend."

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #toaboel2024 #it's giving: [guy falls through the roof] hey ron. hey billy. #my king arthur and merlin (soft smile) #ventusanimae

[anankelotus]

Horseless Wagons? In this Economy!?

As you set up camp, the dreams weave a lesson in incorporating magic powder known as “Chalkos” into your objects. This material powers the horseless wagons that you ride, connects different objects together to allow for communication, and can even give your weapons a magical kick. The possibilities are endless!

1d2 Chalkos 1d2 Wood 1d2 Stone for every post.

event starter for @ventusanimae and @arcstral

The scenery around them is bleak, almost too bleak to bear as Anankos is reminded of the shattered Valla. He shivers slightly, even as he is covered in warm furs and thick cloth. It is still not quite enough to keep the wind from piercing all of that and freezing him to the very bone.

Of course, what fascinates him the most, even through the bleak village and the dreary cold, is the use of a strange powder to propel things such as wagons without the use of a horse. It fascinates him to no end. And while others are out within the forest gathering materials, or gambling away their life savings in the tavern - the unfortunate few he can think of - he finds himself with a pile of this mysterious powder knows as ‘Chalkos’ and a few companions lingering nearby who had not yet embarked on any of their own tasks.

One of them, Anankos recalls, is a mage. A mage who could perhaps be helpful towards figuring out this strange little magic. And the young king Marth’s many experiences could certainly help as well. Or, at the very least, he had a weapon that they could put the powder on and see what happened.

He coughs slightly as he moves his hands too quickly to call them over, spilling powder across his lap. Hopefully that won’t be too much of an issue for the future, but for the moment, he doesn’t worry about it.

“Excuse me, but if you’d like to pool our knowledge and try to figure out how this ‘chalkos’ works exactly, I’d certainly like to try and create some sort of communication device like I’ve seen others around here using! Just in case we get seperated...! Or something...”

#IC POSTS #IC: I WISH I COULD STAY WITH YOU AND PROTECT YOU FOREVER #THREAD - HORSELESS WAGONS? IN THIS ECONOMY!? #THREADING: KILL ME AGAIN AND AGAIN FOR ALL ETERNITY. I ONLY WANT FOR YOU TO BELIEVE ME #SUPPORTS: YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE LOVED #SUPPORT: MERRIC #SUPPORT: MARTH #𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫'𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑪 #𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺 | 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻: 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯 #EVENTS: WITH LIGHT FROM THE LAND OF RAINBOWS #EVENT: KERAS KAI ELEPHAS #KEbattlefield2023 #VENTUSANIMAE #ARCSTRAL #[COLLECTED: 1 CHALKOS #2 WOOD #1 STONE.]

[atypicalsenerio]

Hailstrom- [Kent, Merric, & Soren]

Weekend Minigame 3 @ventusanimae @liegebound

Soren had grown to hate the old abandoned cabin, seeing it with a veneer of old blood from nightmares past over it. He liked following a strange being’s advice even less, but they had little choice.

Into the dungeon they go, lest they be swirled in deeper into the dream and the city, as she said.

Biting cold was the first sensation that overtook Soren as he opened a door. A blizzard worse than what the city usually had tore at any exposed skin he had and he ran ahead with Kent and Merric in tow to get out of the harsh cold.

Damage Roll: 1. Soren HP: 9/10

He was shivering but mostly unscathed when he happened upon the first area that offered shelter. Stubborn healing herbs grew between crags and rocks in a stone floor and he plucked what he could with half numb hands, glancing behind at his companions. “We can’t get too much healing components. Are you two alright?”

Herbs: 3!

“We can’t linger too long…”

#thread #thread: hailstrom #like maelstrom but hail but I’m scared it just looks like a typo #kebattlefield2023 #liegebound #ventusanimae

[foxfirekit]

Fire Safety Hazard

Closed starter for @ventusanimae

Okay, so it wasn't like it was her fault, per see. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time! Practising fire magic! Seteth didn't need to scold her for that! He's just a big meanie face with bad hair. Kinu kicked the ground as she walked, grumbling under her breath. It wasn't like she caused any accidents to happen. But noooooo, she had to be "more mindful of her surroundings" and "go and be less chaotic." Stupid Seteth and his stupid rules.

With a lot of people away, Kinu thought it would be a good time to practice magic so that she could be better once they got back. But no, Seteth wanted her to learn under supervision. Well then. She knew where to go then! And Seteth couldn't complain about it! Ears pressed backwards to emphasise her pout, Kinu made her way to the offices. Heading over to the door she wanted, she pulled her best kicked kit look, watering eyes and all, and knocked.

"Excuse me, professor..." she called, the beginning strains of a little fox whine in her voice. "Could I ask for your help with something?"

Because who better to ask about magic, right? Kinu wasn't bad at magic, she was just learning after all. Mistakes were bound to happen, especially since she was so new to it. The most she'd ever done with fire was her fox fire in her kitsune form. Hopefully it was only Seteth who was a meanie face and not all of the professors.

#ventusanimae #thread: fire safety hazard #support: merric #month: august 2023 #ic: play play play!! #[am I ragging on my other muse?] #[dont worry about it! ❤️] #[but also yes]

[litaum]

for you, with love

The monastery’s gardens were always one one of Elice’s favorite spots to frequent. Flowers blossomed from the ground, filling the space with life. Reds, blues, and purples glistened against the sunlight’s bright rays. She couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. It’s as if the stars have aligned in anticipation for this very moment.

Proposing time together some days ago, she begins making preparations. Elice left her idea for none to hear but herself, hoping Merric would find joy out of her little secret endeavor. She arrives much earlier in the morning, draping the table with cloth borrowed from the kitchen staff. Her fingers smooth out any wrinkles, allowing the perfect space to place a tiny vase with an orange flower. She begins to set up the tea pot and cups adjacent to their corresponding chairs, letting a smile to grace her lips as the nearby wanderers give her a curious look. Still, she pays it no mind.

Once Merric arrives, she quickly moves towards his side and places a hand atop his own to obscure the view. “You made it just in time..! My surprise for you is nearly ready. The staff here was kind enough as to allow me use of their inventory. When I explained my intent, they thought it was a nice opportunity for us.”

With her hand intertwined with his, she led him towards the table⁠— The setup’s simplicity is part of its charm, she believes. The princess looks at him with a glisten to her eyes as she asks, “What do you think? Will you join me for tea?”

@ventusanimae

#( thread: for you with love ) #ventusanimae #( support: merric ) #here we go!

[princessmacedon]

"Maria. Best of luck to you on your mission."

Merric catches up with her shortly before the call to split up. Maria certainly needs to arrange things with her team, and so does he naturally - especially with him being a Professor now, the Academy expect him to look after them - but it would be remiss of him not to bid her farewell.

"I hope everything goes well for you and your allies. Be sure to keep everyone safe, but also stay safe yourself, alright?" He pauses. A faint smile still dances on his lips, but it's a faded one. "Your brother is waiting for you back at the monastery, after all."

Reaching into one of his pockets, he produces a white feather, and holds it out towards her. "I found it once, while traveling through Macedon. Think of it as a good luck charm.. I hope it can remind you of home, and keep your dreams safe."

A year ago and more, Maria would have been surprised to see Merric come to greet her before such a mission. As seasons have changed and the foreign becomes familiar, so too have they; thus does a robin greet the breeze, and Maria greets Merric with a smile.

What does surprise her is when he goes on to mention her brother. In the eyes of gods and men, Michalis is a villain; she knows this. He is the patricide, the gaoler of one sister and the would-be slayer of another, and a man who looks down on Marth, beloved of many, with unfettered disdain besides. It must be an uneasy thing for Merric to know that a former foe now resides in the same place as him and so many he loves, but still, he smiles as he says it. It is a favor Maria watches, eyes clear and bright, so that she will be sure to remember.

"Mhm..." Ribbons of crimson tickle her shoulder as her head lists to one side, seemingly pulled down by the weight of the fondness in her smile. Before she has the chance to make her own reply, however, the mage continues, procuring something from his pockets.

"Wow! Oh, I..." Her mouth opens, then closes just as suddenly, lips pressed into a thin and wavering line. In her hands, the feather seems so small and frail, and yet the truth is that it has crossed the same seas as she has, and soared the skies more freely than she will ever know. It is so very, very far from where it started-- perhaps far enough that it does not remember the skies nor seas-- but it is here with her now. A piece of Macedon. A piece of home.

"...Thank you, Merric." Loath as she is to tear her gaze from this piece of happiness, precious and fragile, Maria does so anyways. If not in the tone of her voice, then in the watery shine of her eyes-- that way, surely, Merric will understand what it means to her. "This means a lot to me."

With caution and a ginger touch, she holds the gift to her chest, a sense of warmth and surety seeping into her smile.

"I don't have anything to give you in return right now, but I have all my wishes and all my luck!" After all, the wind would always carry these - these and so much more. "So you have to come back safely, too, okay? Your Lady Elice is waiting for you, hee hee..."

A twinkle comes and goes within her eye, swept away on a tide of gentle laughter.

"But it's not just Lady Elice, either. Prince Marth will walk beside you, and Queen Caeda, Kris, Tiki... Luke and Katarina... and me! All of us will be waiting for you to come back, you know? And even more people after that! The ones who love and care about you now, and the ones who are waiting to love you someday - all of us! Hee hee."

#ventusanimae #keruins2023 #MERRIIIIIICCCCCCCCC #she wants to hug him very much right now... #a feather from macedon... from home... #wibbles

[sharpscion]

"Hold still. This might sting a little."

Calmly and patiently, Merric applies the antiseptic to the wound to clean it, before wrapping it in the bandage. "An infection could result in you even losing your arm, and we don't want that, now do we?"

Once the bandaging is ready, he looks up at Scathach again, smiling. "Thank you for helping out with this bandit ambush. The villagers greatly appreciate your help."

he wondered silently, as the mage worked diligently, if this way of meeting would become a habit. meeting a new face included either staving off a mortal blow, or someone finding him in an awkward situation. not that the swordsman would change a thing, he couldn't help but raise his sword for those in need, but wow- this was becoming too frequent. oh well, he thought, inhaling sharply as the man applied the antiseptic to the various cuts and scrapes covering his arms.

albeit a little dramatic, scáthach recalled himself saying something very similar to lester, and so he nodded in agreement. just as he was all too familiar with taking hits, his new found friend seemed to know his away around an infirmary. perhaps he was acquainted with a type like him back in his homeland? nevertheless, scáthach appreciated the haste he made. the isaachian hadn't even wanted to waste time here in the first place, but he found himself struggling to say no to not only the mage, but all the villagers as well.

after a few moments, the mage stepped back with a smile, thanking him for his work for the villagers. scáthach stood up quickly, rolling his shoulders to release the stiffness of being still. with a bashful nod, he began, "it's not a problem, anyone would have done the same." it seemed bandits were the same all over the world, and just like in his, they needed to be put in their place. "and- i won't lie, it never hurts to knock some sense into brutes every now and again."

"anyway, thanks for the help."

#— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ now i don’t know if there’s anything else・ 「 IC ! 」 #— ❛❛ // SCATHACH ¦ winds; heed me・ 「 SUP・MERRIC ! #⌜ ANSWERED . ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ #ventusanimae

[duskroine]

[ LEAP ] All around the hills outside of town, the people of Fódlan light bonfires to scare away evil spirits. Leaping over them is said to bring good luck, and many challenge each other to see who can jump the highest. Young couples link hands and try to jump together, hoping for prosperity in the year to come.

"YAUGH—"

However versed in magic arts one becomes, flames continue to scorch and burn one and the same, eliciting screams and yelps of pain all over the world. Though with all the experience he has in the... art, one can perhaps call it at this point, of setting others on fire and getting set on fire in return, he can at least still laugh afterwards, once he regains his bearings.

What a perfect moment to stub his toe.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! It's nothing big." He'll just need to find a tailor to fix that scorched hole at the bottom of his pants. Still amused, he turns and looks at Ophelia. "Your turn, Lady Heroine!"

midsommar 2022 event — ( wahoo )

FLAME MAGIC HAS NEVER OBEYED OPHELIA’S COMMAND as well as the arts of thunder and darkness.  but when merric jumps over the pit of fire, ophelia winces at the reminder of her uselessness if danger was to claw at her dear mage-peer.  thankfully, past the shock and collective shouts from heroine and the crowd, merric is safely on the other side of the pit.  ophelia is by his side the moment he lands upon charred earth, concern merely a sparkle in her irises and delight in the twitch of her smile.

“   are you alright?   ”   she asks, albeit hesitant at the answer that leaves merric’s lips in a rush of breath.  her smile widens as she laughs; shoulders trembling with mirth and relief.   “   your feet met the earth as necessary, so the fates must read your future as prosperous.   ”   in sight of merric’s amusement, plain on his face, ophelia adds with a wink,   “  with faults, of course.   ”

but it is not only the amusement of failure that brightens his expression.  ophelia realizes it when her title is called forth for participation.  she blinks, owlish, before remembering the task at hand, the pit alive with sparks behind her.  jumping over it was an easy task—   she’s launched herself in the air plenty of times in the midst of battle—   so all that the fates allowed her to worry over was the delivery of the performance.  what would pull the crowd’s attention towards her?  what should she do to sweeten the jump’s flair?

a moment passes, or two, before ophelia’s grinning wildly and bowing in acknowledgment towards merric.  her cape sways behind her as she moves to properly face the pit.  although confident in the safety of her cape, heroine still almost pulls it from her shoulders and into the gentle hands of a nearby audience member.  but no, a heroine without her cape would project an image of doubt.  with a salute to the crowd, ophelia closes the distance between her and pit, turning on her heel at the last moment for a proper flip.  only seconds pass of fire crackling beneath her, too keen on reaching for someone that has already ascended, before her feet hit the ground.

gloved hand waves towards merric as ophelia’s grin is all too victorious,   “   for a dearest comrade!  our future shines as does dawn after night.   ”

#toamidsommar2022 #〳◌ ⁀ « an expedition for the stars » ( WRITING. ) #〳◌ ⁀ « golden hands » ( INBOX. ) #〳✧ « support tag » ( MERRIC. ) #ventusanimae #{{ hi i need more of these two together or i might d

[ashenprofessor]

[ BURN ] Burn different plants as offerings to the Goddess. Herbs and powders are sold by local vendors to change the scent and color of the smoke.

Walking through the festivities, Byleth found her senses going wild with the various scents filling the air. There was the tangy, burnt smell of cooking food mixed with the smoky aroma of the multiple fires dotted throughout the Monastery grounds.

Entering the courtyard and new odour met Byleth, smacking her full in the face. The pungent wiff reminded her of the incense and herbs burned at important ceremonies. Glancing at the nearest vendor's wares, she saw that was indeed what was being sold.

"Hello, Hello! You interested in an offering for the goddess? Some sage? Or how about Thyme? Maybe one of my special powders would be more to your liking?"

A short, cloaked individual had appeared at her side, talking a million miles an hour. The professor was slightly taken aback, unsure how to respond. Church practises were unfamiliar to her and she looked round wildly for someone to help. She spotted a familiar head of green hair close by.

"Err... umm . . . thats quite a range of choice you have." She replied politely. "I might need to think about it a moment. I'll be right back"

Escaping the situation, Byleth made her way over towards Merric, greeting the wind mage. "Hello Merric. How are you enjoying the festivities? I may need you assistance with something. How is your herb knowledge?"

#toamidsommar2022 #ventusanimae #memes and prompts part 1 #curious to see how this will go wrong

[gentlenekomata]

[ BURN ] Burn different plants as offerings to the Goddess. Herbs and powders are sold by local vendors to change the scent and color of the smoke.

"I remember some Mages in my homeland, believing that different types of plants and herbs could amplify your magic power if consumed, or burned and inhaled," Merric muses as he sets up a small cluster, ready to be burned as a traditional offering. Turning to her, he smiles brightly. "I've never felt much of a difference when I tried, but... who knows. Maybe I was just unlucky. Have you ever heard of something like that, where you come from?"

Midsommar 2022  

While the petite priestess was helping out in setting the fire, she carefully listened to Merric words, nodding here and there as she agreed with most of the sentences: plants and herbs are actually really useful in magic, but not only for that usage.

“Actually,” she started, stacking some herbs and sprigs she found during one of her harvests, “in my homeland, we also use herbs for medical usage!” she giggled, smiling back at him, as she loved sharing knowledge with someone who could actually understand everything she had to say. “I’m quite skilled in preparing curative lotions and, being a healer, it’s quite important for me knowing all the secrets a plant can give.” she stood for a moment, observing the weeds he was holding and posing. “See the herb you’re holding?” she pointed it, “It’s an Eaglewood. It’s quite common using it for creating magical concoctions.” she mused at him, a slight blush hovering on her face since she thought she might sound a bit too know-it-all.

#toamidsommar2022 #ventusanimae #support merric #//herbs nerds yay #drabble

[disgracedvessel]

Housekeeping

The number of threads I have across all my muses impacts how many new ones I'm willing to pick up. Julius has several that haven't gotten replies in a while, so I'm going to be a bit strict with the 3-month clause and put deadlines on some old threads.

If you're no longer feeling our thread for any reason, PLEASE tell me. I don't want to drag something out that neither of us are having fun with.

Waiting on me:

none

In Limbo: need confirmation from thread partner that my post is the end of the thread. Contact me by 5/11/23 if you're planning to reply, otherwise I'm treating it as finished

Mini w/ @shadoll [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply 4/4/23

Waiting on partner:

Freezeburn w/ @hosannan [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply 3/30/23 Fate's Sense of Humor w/ @virtuoustyrfing [Mission board: Anniversary 2022] [Skill point: any] Last reply 2/11/23 DEADLINE 6/11/23 Mini w/ @lockpicnic [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply 2/11/23 DEADLINE 6/11/23 Blood Tea and Red String w/ @artificidel [Mission board: Wonderland] [Skill point: Reason/Faith] Last reply 3/14/23 Across the River Styx w/ @mjolnirsrequiem [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply 3/14/23 Can We Get a Family Therapist in Here w/ @nagaficat & @viridescent-lance [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply (Deirdre) 3/18/23 Sigurd Hate Group w/ @ventusanimae [Mission board: Racketeering] [Skill point: Faith] Last reply 4/4/23 Mini w/ @virtuoustyrfing [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply 4/13/23 Blood is Thicker than Water w/ @ignifilis [Mission board: none] [Skill point: none] Last reply 5/4/23

#out of character #housekeeping post #// I find that directly dming someone about a thread puts pressure on them to agree to continuing #// I recognize that it's easier to just ignore something until it goes away so no hard feelings if you just let these threads die

[ulirblood]

what were they thinking!?

@ventusanimae @virtuoustyrfing [ merchant looting :( ]

they’ve finally made their way to the last capital city left to overtake, but edain cannot help but feel doubt over everything they’d done in the past week. as more time goes on, she starts to feel as if they might be on the wrong side of the battle. when the officer forces them to loot and steal from a poor merchant, those worries only increase in the tenfold.

she sighs, looking at all the cargo there is left to search over. at the very least she is not alone in being forced to do this... but looking at seliph and merric she’d rather them not suffer through this as well. “.. how is it looking over there?” she asks, unable to hide the solemn tone of her voice.

#KEbattlefield2023 #{ ic. } #{ merric and seliph thread 01. } #herbs: 8

[atypicalsenerio]

Warmth Long Departed [Merric & Soren]

KEBattlefield2023 starter for @ventusanimae

The cabin: A cabin filled with memories. A friend used to live here, but they lost their lives in this recent battle. Their family became your own, but no one could bear to stay in this house. To be here is to be imprisoned by grief and regret.

In this realm of dreams, this time in his past was bound to surface.

Like then, all sounds faded. No birds singing, no bustle of people out on the streets, nothing. Even the snow which fell in this enchanted place was silent, falling on the shell of a dimmed home.

That’s what it was, just a shell.

Soren barely noticed that he was stepping over dead bodies until he felt his foot catch on something, and then he realized it in full. Not Ike, not Ike, not Ike, he thought, just as he had then. He had no need to stoop down and examine them for currency or spare pieces of food. He was no longer the child from the woods who had to loot the dead for basic necessities. He knew, on some level, that if he bothered to touch them, his hand would catch on snow or earth, not flesh.

He hoped so, anyway.

His mind was exceptional at recalling every repulsive detail, cursed with an attentive memory he couldn’t cherrypick from. The smell of the dead was almost worse than the sight of them, and by the time he reached the cabin door which sat ajar in the clearing of past death, he was blankly in shock.

He’d seen battlefields, but those had been unarmed civilians. Those were families and killed by a beloved neighbor. As it turned out, one was even a wife murdered by a husband. A mother, whose warmth Soren had never known for himself, but whose effect he’d seen on Ike, Mist, and Greil.

Soren sank to the floor. He felt small, curled up on himself, staring at a cold hearth.

Footsteps behind him reminded him that he wasn’t alone. He knew they weren’t part of his memories, since no one else had been heard that day. They’d either been killed or fled. He’d been alone. Alone, for so many years. Now... he wasn’t. Should he be glad?

“What do you see?” he asked, voice flat and weaker than usual.

#kebattlefield2023 #thread #thread: warmth long departed #ventusanimae

[theofficersacademy]

Neffi here! I got inspired, so I'd like to change Merric's URL, previously windsheedme, to ventusanimae!

Merric’s URL windsheedme has been changed to ventusanimae!

- Mod Key

#merric #archanea #shadow dragon #new mystery of the emblem #url change

[litaum]

[SLEEP] the sender falls asleep on the receiver. (Someone pulled an all-nighter studying. Again.)

If it weren't for the quiet atmosphere⁠ lit by candlelight, she may have woken Merric. She knows him well⁠— Kind, gentle, and a person who captured her heart with traits outmatched. To learn is part of the reason she is here herself, but she does not see it beneficial if one is to reach a point of exhaustion as a result.

She always has admired how hard he works. The way he poured his utmost efforts into his studies is an admirable trait. Still, fatigue is not something she turns away from. When the moment arises that his eyes awaken, she will be sure to say as much.

But she does not yet, fingers folded neatly in her lap with a deep breath. For now, even if but a few fleeting moments, Elice finds it somehow peaceful. Perhaps some moons ago, she may not have. To dwell is not within her nature, and thus, she much prefers being with someone like him. She sits still in silence, his weight pressing against her shoulder. Her lips remain sealed, even as she wears a curious smile atop her face. Somehow, the time brings her back to many years ago. 

Some things may never change. Only then does she slowly turn her facing towards his own, pressing a light kiss atop his head. Words softened into a hushed whisper. "Ever studious as always."

#( asks ) #( support: merric ) #ventusanimae #soft smile