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bakerstreet2022-02-03 07:45 pm
sarabi) wrote in bakerstreet2022-02-03 07:45 pm
[Hawke as a hired mercenary bodyguard hired to get Sansa home to Winterfell?]
[ Everyone thinks he's the guarded when he's low-key the guard. I'm dusting off this muse. Again. ]
[ interestingly enough, she's technically a disney princess and has definitely been called a monster. just sayin'.
good with either side of things. there's arguably more reasons for her to have a guard of some sort, though with her abilities and talent with a lightsaber she could be a more than competent guard for someone else.
canon, cross canon, whomever welcome. totally fine with gen, shippy, or smutty. ]
good with either side of things. there's arguably more reasons for her to have a guard of some sort, though with her abilities and talent with a lightsaber she could be a more than competent guard for someone else.
canon, cross canon, whomever welcome. totally fine with gen, shippy, or smutty. ]
( gosh, i love this meme. prefer ivy to be the guard (and who doesn't want a guard that can literally control nature?), but i'm happy to compromise. f/f for shipping, ota for gen! )
dimitri alexandre blaiddyd | fire emblem: three houses | ota
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2022-02-04 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
( either or, and happy to do pre skip or post skip! )
[ they said, allegedly, that the mansion at the outskirts of goneril territory was abandoned by a minor noble long ago. having fallen to a state of disrepair, it naturally became a home for thieves. several times, it has been raided by house goneril's soldiers to keep it in good condition and prevent it from becoming a nest, but finding the noble who owns it is a tedious affair: the will has never been clear, and was predicated on the alliance's existence. now that it was under imperial rule, like all of fodlan, several nobles are alleging it is not theirs, their tracks being easier to cover now more than ever because none of their names were formally listed in the will.
following the unification of former leicester alliance lands under empire rule, the role of this decrepit mansion had changed. the townsfolk are suddenly wary of it, thinking that they have heard screams, had seen ghosts. foul magic in the air, a miasma that seems to mark its very walls. mages in black garb that enter and exit in odd hours. children who make the mistake to play in it disappear, only a shoe or a glove remaining. it is said that a merchant had bought it from certain nobles, but nobody has ever seen the merchant. only the mages. and the ever-perpetual strange smell that seems to surround the property, a thick ozone that heralds thunder, or bad omens.
when a black beast was sighted in the forest a few days later, and the body that of one of the missing children's, a request has been put forward to the enbarr for an investigation. their staff being rather shorthanded, sylvain gets sent off. mostly because: he had become a menace in the imperial capital, whoring himself out after the war and falling to his more terrible habits like it never ended for him. it was becoming a headache for edelgard. she was not ingrid, neither was she like felix. she could not be who sylvain's friends were to him, and more than that, she did not want to. but she does want to help him, which is even made more difficult given that sylvain didn't want to be helped. so she does what she thinks is best and sends him away on an assignment.
sylvain doesn't turn it down, because he also is curious and enjoys a challenge. and because he can't be trusted by himself, he is here with hubert. he can't speak for the man but he doesn't think he is happy to be with him.
that being said, it is reassuring to have someone with him, if only because, well, he's rather useless with magic, and although hubert is here to babysit him, this is more hubert's realm than anything else. he's just the guy with the armour and the big lance.
it's day 3 of being on the road and living uncomfortably as they stake out this town, hubert converting his room into a makeshift office. it doesn't work but it's useable. but it's a dark and stormy night; the wind is blowing horribly; sylvain's falling asleep every time he talks.
finally, he says, ]
Hey beautiful, any chance we can continue this tomorrow so we can have a lovely evening instead? I know you've got plans upon plans, but it's midnight, Hubert.
following the unification of former leicester alliance lands under empire rule, the role of this decrepit mansion had changed. the townsfolk are suddenly wary of it, thinking that they have heard screams, had seen ghosts. foul magic in the air, a miasma that seems to mark its very walls. mages in black garb that enter and exit in odd hours. children who make the mistake to play in it disappear, only a shoe or a glove remaining. it is said that a merchant had bought it from certain nobles, but nobody has ever seen the merchant. only the mages. and the ever-perpetual strange smell that seems to surround the property, a thick ozone that heralds thunder, or bad omens.
when a black beast was sighted in the forest a few days later, and the body that of one of the missing children's, a request has been put forward to the enbarr for an investigation. their staff being rather shorthanded, sylvain gets sent off. mostly because: he had become a menace in the imperial capital, whoring himself out after the war and falling to his more terrible habits like it never ended for him. it was becoming a headache for edelgard. she was not ingrid, neither was she like felix. she could not be who sylvain's friends were to him, and more than that, she did not want to. but she does want to help him, which is even made more difficult given that sylvain didn't want to be helped. so she does what she thinks is best and sends him away on an assignment.
sylvain doesn't turn it down, because he also is curious and enjoys a challenge. and because he can't be trusted by himself, he is here with hubert. he can't speak for the man but he doesn't think he is happy to be with him.
that being said, it is reassuring to have someone with him, if only because, well, he's rather useless with magic, and although hubert is here to babysit him, this is more hubert's realm than anything else. he's just the guy with the armour and the big lance.
it's day 3 of being on the road and living uncomfortably as they stake out this town, hubert converting his room into a makeshift office. it doesn't work but it's useable. but it's a dark and stormy night; the wind is blowing horribly; sylvain's falling asleep every time he talks.
finally, he says, ]
Hey beautiful, any chance we can continue this tomorrow so we can have a lovely evening instead? I know you've got plans upon plans, but it's midnight, Hubert.
[ Most likely the bodyguard, but I could swing either if you prefer. Come get your sword boy fix! Any medium/canon/gender/age (though if you wanna make it shippy, age 20+ preferred). ]
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