Love it, actually. No specific reason. Don't you dare think too much about it. … So, we're all giving 'friendship' rings now?

WH, Ah. Obviously. Right. Uh.

@secretdreamer.bsky.social . . . Friendship ring

Alright FINE.

“Training with the new soldiers is seriously NOT worth the sweat!” She'll do it anyways.

@vevelaignis.bsky.social “…Ahem.”

After having her glare scrutinize people that stopped their meals just to greet Lucina, forks in their mouths, no manners in sight — can the princess see what she's saving her from? — the mercenary now leads to the table that is just near enough to be indulging with some warm sunlight,

Severa didn't expect much from it. No matter how dangerous Lucina made the terrain for her—she's not following those *daft* steps giving her a *daft* hope some Blue Blood may grow in her unnoticed. Yet, this mere gesture wasn't something she would casually do; maybe her feet are already stepping -

Yaaawn!

“…if you say so.” Having basically wasted all her stubbornness in her last statement, Severa could only muster a conceding sigh while staring at her. Same ol' blush in place. “I'm just glad that situation didn't happen in any case. Don't go spouting nonsense that involves you being slayed, by the-

“Haa— don't even think that's a valid answer! You're complaining about some acorns, really now?”

“Hey-- Wait a minute! Don't… I didn't…! Urk.” As flattered as she *should*, REALLY should be, the idea now pulsed inside her head. Her mother's ideals rooting deep within her hot blooded veins just inhaled the praise all by themselves. Having those sincere and trusting eyes shine a light -

A glimpse of uncertainty takes the garnet eyes as soon as Lucina's striking blue passes her. But the princess waits, that silently reassures Severa. /Of course/ she's inviting her. Even though it does make her want to smile—the wackiness of that sudden change of stance, at least true to her side

“Can't expect this pretty little face to stay soft and prim all by itself. I got to buy cream, and… Hm. Maybe I could get mother some…”

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“Sheesh. We can really talk about ‘stubborn’ over here.” The mercenary finally steps pretty far away, her regular eye level, back to her feet. She's resting the weight on her hip this time, taking in Lucina's sheepish reaction. “Like I said, there wouldn't be a need to get so sensitive. -

Good. What does she want, to be a slacker?

『 〞Ꮋꮜꮇꭺɴꮪ ꭺꭱꭼ ꮪꮜꮯꮋ Fꮻꮻꮮꮖꮪꮋ ꮯꭱꭼꭺꭲꮜꭱꭼꮪ. Ᏼꮜꭲ ꭲꮋꭺꭲ ꮖꮪ ꭲꮋꭼ ꭲꮋꮖɴꮐ ꭲꮋꭺꭲ ꮇꭺꮶꭼꮪ ꭲꮋꭼꮇ, 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.〝』 ☾ #MVRP | #SKYRP | ☼ | #DRAGONSDOGMARP | #BERSERKRP ☽

“So,” — I was right? Yes, Severa did consider claiming a childish win, but soon caught a sense of how Lucina's breathing was that of a tired warrior. Bidding goodbye to her tiny satisfaction, she now welcomes a sting of guilt. Her choice to relent went accompanied by a deep sigh also, her lips' -

“Attention's not on that subject, Lucina!” Severa would rather die than accept defeat—so easily, at least. She snaps her fingers now. The manners her mother imbued in her towards royalty were fairly out the window. “You're no fool! I know that, *everyone* knows that! But, please, I dare you.”

“Just like some pea brained followers died for the sake of the big bad Dragon at our timeline. Faith is way too intertwined to the heart. Honestly? My theory is that those people's love life SUCKS. …Anyway!” Ahem. “Naturally, some of them would mend your clothes without a chirp.”

“Mhm. Do I?” For the sake of /teasing/ now, Severa keeps it nonchalant. Her head tilts, defiantly. “Then you didn't? So you aren't flustered, at all, and I'm not affecting you whatsoever?”

“I'm not delusional or lying, myself. I know that much!” She won't back down, be it Lucina or anyone. Actually, she may not be backing down *because* this is Lucina they're talking about. “You wouldn't be able to lie while looking at me directly in the eyes. /Go on/. Repeat that! Eyes over here!”

( ꓖⳙⲓ𝖽ⲉ𝖽 ⲃⲩ ⳽ⲧⲇⲅⳑⲓⳋⲏⲧ ⲧⲟ ⲙⳙ⳽ⲓⲛⳋ⳽ ⲇⲃ⳽ⳙⲅ𝖽. . . ) #FERP || #FireEmblemRP

“It would've been no better wherever I tried—you're all rags! So, shut up!” Having cut that down, she gives herself some second to compose herself and look unamused. “And? You might be to me, and to folk with some sense to them. But there's always people blinded by loyalty. Am I wrong?”

“Gawds, stop, stop that, no need to play coy. You got to be a big deal somehow, didn't you? You'll be FINE. Some of us are here, anyway! Like, excuse US if we're not making you feel safe enough yet. But so long as we keep watch for any creeps.”

It's like she can't take her hand away anymore—that's what Severa perceives. And although a part of her does feel trapped, be it for how deeply aware she's of the princess' true strength beneath her current gentleness… she's also comfortable. As long as Lucina kept her mouth shut about that feeling,

(Sigh). “Yes, Olivia. But for you, far too many is a little *less* than a few. Honestly, aren't you a recognized dancer? I wouldn't be surprised if it were outsiders who were watching. Eugh.”

“As if! I bet most of the missing dorks are just fooling around, it's been too quiet. We're NOT being compliant now!”

Guarded against the idea to sit in the vile sand and let her outfit, and hair, pay consequence—Severa grunts once her attention darts back to Lucina, but the velvety feeling of the lingering touch ended up bending her. Her boots kick around the sand, and her own free hand travels -

ㅤ - `, 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴…. ————————————— ♡.゜𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 #FERP | #MVRP

“You can't deny it looks so… goofy. Even more now that I know it was made with the thing that held our destiny together. As horrible as it looks, maybe that makes it a liiittle more charming. Barely.”

“They take the season pretty seriously here, huh?”

She's pulled from her regret soon enough after that whine, rolling her eyes. “I wasn't— I…! Alright, then you shouldn't have tried to LIE your way out! Trying to fool ME?! Hello?! Since when has our princess of integrity ever needed to, hm?”

“Dear gawds. I don't think I want to know the actual source of inspiration!” Stares. “Did you… use the Falchion to-”

“With full offense towards him—sure. But I, for one, have no idea to which the comparison is more unfair to. Is that what I'm looking at? An Inigo replica?”

“I'll allow the name, but why… Ugh, why bother. What sort of party trick is this?”

“Mhmm.” A head tilt follows. The slightest of head tilts… before backing away. Why the HELL did you almost do that, Severa? She may never know…! “That's what I thought.”

“Did you— Lucina?”

Bear talk only gives her awful flashbacks to that despicable bear hat. Oh, she's not doing this today.

“Ahem—whatever you say. Hey there, I guess? The name's Severa. …Cool powers? Do you vomit rainbows or something? Oh, Cynthia would like you, for sure.”

“So now you think I'm blind? I won't get angry —at you specifically— for shaking in your boots a little if it's about me.” So Severa steps closer. Just to prove a point.

“Yes? Toughened up for the sake of your dignity now? Oh please. Don't bother, dear. As if I'd like to see /that/. But you are looking kind of flustered, aren't you!”

“Are you now saying I don't look delicate enough—?!” Caught in the act. She blinks twice only before adding a soft grunt. “You'd be right on the weirdo part. It doesn't take away the rudeness, nonetheless! It's irritating that I don't know what you mean by not being intimidating specifically.”

“Pfft! If someone had told me years ago all I needed was some bark to intimidate a /wittle/ our magnificent Lucina, I wouldn't have believed them!” Yup.

; she has been!! Sev could tell. She'll open up slowly but surely, trust.......

; WAAAA thankyuou so muchhh ;;;; yes!! Me too, me too!!

Hehee. Good.