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ᴡʜᴏ: Lucina! And you!
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: All around the Temple of Beginnings.
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Early October, pre-caves.
ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: G - PG at most.
ᴡʜᴀᴛ: Whatever your heart desires. Also: prompts below the cut.

» ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ.

[ Getting used to this new existence with its promise of effort - a home she hadn't exactly asked for, but wasn't complaining over - Lucina certainly can't allow her forms to slacken or her muscles to grow lazy with disuse. The two-handed sword is her weapon of choice, typically, although she has trained on other things (~~thank you, Fire Emblem Heroes~~)—today, Falchion is loyally in her hands.

...Metaphorically loyally. She still likes to believe her inherited sword is loyal to her, the way it picks and chooses among Naga's scions with a finesse that borders on cruel.

Why would that be in doubt?

Well, the training dummy has managed to disarm her and refuses to let go. Falchion protrudes from the left hand it mysteriously has, wooden fingers wrapped around the hilt.

She has been trying to get it to relinquish the blade for the past ten minutes. Kicking it does not work. Striking it in center mass does not work.

(Walking away will work, but that's not in Lucina's repetoire. Hopefully someone will suggest that to her.)

Maybe... maybe begging will work? ]

Please return Falchion to me.

[ Stony, smiling silence. Ridiculously, Lucina's voice cracks like a whip. ] It will not even work for you! [ Who would like to walk onto this mess? ]

» ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴs.

[ Fortunately, Lucina is at least somewhat familiar with rationing, although life here is hardly comparable to the ascetic necessity of her sundered future. She knows precisely how much a person can live on without losing too much muscle mass - getting to prepare her meals beyond that limitation is a luxury she's still growing used to. She has yet to eat the alloted breakfast portion in its entirety without saving a little over for lunch, but with all the sickness going around (and her own arguable bout, that she denies and affirms in turn—Lords Don't Get Sick, except when they do) she's put a little extra energy in ensuring people are fed.

This prompt will not be as long as the previous one.

As soon as someone enters, she smiles over at them from her position above an oven. A large pot bubbles placidly, efficiently stewed meats lending an edible aroma to the air. ]

Good day, friend. Would you care for some soup?

[ She... she doesn't really know how to make anything else. ]

» ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ.

( Anything else! Lucina can likely be found making herself useful in whatever degree, training in the fighting ring, or wandering the forest. If you'd like to plot something, feel free to hit me up via PM to this account, but I'm usually down for whatever. c: )

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[Oh yes that makes sense. I was wondering if it was a paid feature or something!] First of all, let's get this out of the way-- he's beautiful. I mean, gorgeous. The prettiest man I've ever met. No wonder he played all the women's parts when he was an actor.

[She's not shallow, but boy does that help.]

Second... he was really grumpy. Kind of a jerk at times, honestly. I know it sounds weird, but it was so refreshing to have someone treat me like they would anyone else for a change.

[She really does sound fond of it.]

Despite your fame, he never stood on ceremony.

[ Lucina can certainly understand that. Her closest confidants back home had been the people who had dared be a little acerbic, a little blunt with her. On the other hand, Sheryl words it so distinctly, she has to follow up with - ]

He was never unduly cruel to you, I hope.

[ "Kind of a jerk" can account for any manner of sin. ]

[That's a weird, formal way to put it, Sheryl thinks, but it's not wrong.

She nods.] Yes, that's right. I demanded he show me around his city, and he did, and it was... silly and normal, like two people our age should be doing. It was nice.

[Lucina's second comment earns a little chuckle.] And no, not at all. He was really quite a sweet person when you got to know him.

He did lose my grandmother's earring, but it wasn't really his fault.

[It exploded.]

[ Earrings that explode. Well, why not. ]

From the way you speak of him, you must miss him a great deal.

[It's not so much the earring that exploded, as the earring was left behind when he ejected from a fighter plane.

Which then exploded.] I suppose I do. I've only been here for a month or so, but it's pretty easy to miss a nice pair of strong arms around you at night.

[Bordering on TMI there, Sheryl. Which may or may not be intentional.]

[ Lucina blinks... and, uh, looks entirely without personal context for this particular loss. Her own life hasn't exactly been rife with intimacy.

So, yes. The TMI definitely landed. Good job, Sheryl. ]

I suppose that would be, um, very lonesome.

[ Or... or something. ]

[Look she comes from the future, where bisexual poly threesomes are totally cool, okay?

Sheryl does not look remotely sorry for that, by the way.] It's all right. I've gotten used to it~

How about you? Missing anyone from home yourself? Gorgeous young lady like you has to be the toast of the town, am I right?

Oh, uh -

[ Some slight blushing? Yeah. Lucina colours visibly, her companionable smile turning a touch awkward at the implication. The answer to that, as Sheryl is about to find, is a resounding no. ]

Well, there were more important things to concern myself with... Soldiers have rules they must follow.

[ Not that that ever stopped a single Fire Emblem character, but for Lucina, it had been important. The world was - and is - more important than romance. ]

[Well, that's interesting. Sheryl makes a note of that, whether to press harder or give Lucina a break. Getting reactions is fun, but this girl's been nothing but sweet to her.] A soldier's life, huh. Alto had that problem, too. "I'd like to make dinner tonight, but oh no, I just got the call, we need to be ready to fight."

And there I am left at home, alone and worried~ [And unsatisfied, but she'll avoid that particular TMI for the moment.]

[She'll push a little further.] But there's nobody you've even thought about? No guy you've had a crush on? [The tiniest of smirks.] Or girl? I don't judge~

[ A small pause. The soup spoon clinks lightly against the edge of the bowl as she sets it down. For now, she looks significantly less flustered and significantly more - rueful, perhaps, or teetering a line between wistfulness and regrets. ]

I've known many kind, brave people in my life. There were a few I admired above all else, in - in the way you speak of.

[ For her, it's something that could have been - that circumstance denied her - that she gave up for the sake of everyone's future. Severa, with her sharpness that needed only a smile to soften it. Gerome, who had always kept his eyes right at her back, defending it. It's a lot of maybes that she's let go of.

It's fine. She's here, with a new mission. Another world to protect. That can be enough. ...Right? ]

It's been quite a while since I've seen anyone from home. Those feelings, when not given succor, fade with time.

[ ~~Note that she hasn't addressed the possibility of crushing on anyone in Acata, though.~~ ]

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[So she's at least thought about it, though Sheryl's not sure she'd really describe what she's talking about as "admiration." Still, it seems like the meaning was understood, if nothing else.

Though she does catch the little specification there, and pounces on it like a social lioness.]

That makes sense.

But if it's enough time for feelings to fade, it must be enough time for feelings to grow, right? I never specified feelings from back home~

Oh, no. I -

[ A pause - as if she's distracted by her own thought. ]

No. There's no such individual.

[ Well, that was convincing. ]

Uh-huh. [Look at the smile on her face. She's super convinced.] Well, if you say so, who am I to say otherwise~?

[Though the expression on her face really does say it all. She doesn't believe you for a second, Lucina.]

For you and your young man - Alto, you said his name was?

[ It's fine, Sheryl doesn't need to believe her. Whatever Lucina may be feeling or contemplating, it's her own business and no one else's. At this point in her stay in the Temple, a stay that may prove transient, she's far too cautious to pursue anything other than friendship.

And yet, she finds herself asking - ]

How, um... how long was it before you understood you wanted to be with him?

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[Oho. So that's how this is.] It wasn't exactly love at first sight, if that's what you're asking. I wanted to deck him for showboating during my show. But he made it up to me a day or so later when he took me out, and I already knew he was special.

From then on, it was... a couple of weeks to a month before I really admitted it to myself. And I only got worse from there~

[ Well, it's nice to know that her caution doesn't mean she's broken. Love at first sight as a concept sets her teeth on edge. She doesn't know much about love, romantic love, but she knows she wants no part of something that happens at a first. ]

Worse? How so, my lady?

It wasn't obvious? I fell more in love with him~

Of course, Ranka wound up complicating everything, but that worked out in the end.

[ Ranka? - You know what, Lucina decides, one thing at a time. ]

Um, if I may ask -

[ She's blushing a bit now. It's kawaii, probably. ]

- being in love, what is it like?

That depends on what you mean. Are you asking me the physical sensations of knowing you love someone? Are you asking me about the benefits of companionship? Are you asking me how I get him to cook and do chores around the house?

[She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest.] You'll have to be a little more specific, darling.

[She is cute when she blushes.]

[ SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO ASK ]

[ There is definitely a bit more blushing, though. It may be cute but it is also rather undignified! Hardly befitting of a princess! Lucina's mind whirls a little, as something she thought she was so comfortable with (or disinterested in) suddenly feels so large and inexplicable and right here. ]

I... I am perfectly capable of doing my own chores.

[ What does that even mean, Lucina? ]

Did I say you were? [There's a grin on Sheryl's face-- not a large one, but one that subtly indicates she knows she has the upper hand here.] Getting someone to do the chores is just one of the many benefits of having a boyfriend.

Or a girlfriend! I don't know what your tastes are, you know.

[It's still a grin, but it softens a little bit, becoming a little more genuine.] Let me guess: You're new to this whole thing, but someone's caught your eye and you're not sure what to do about it.

Am I wrong?

[ Her tastes are ill-defined - bravery, compassion, determination are more important than gender - but she makes no effort to declare herself either way. What Sheryl follows up with is far more important. ]

...

[ She doesn't want to lie! She's just! She's just still working out what the truth is. ]

Perhaps there is some truth to that, but... I am... willing to take the time to see for myself. [ Right now, it's mere curiosity, a wondering at something she doesn't want to put words to. If, at the end of it all, she has nothing more than friendship, then that's fine.

No names, though. Nuh-uh. ]

[Sorry, Lucina. But now that Sheryl knows that there's Something Here, she's going to pursue it like a dog with a particularly interesting ball.] Oh, sure. We're all different, aren't we? Maybe it's different for you than it was for me.

So, what're they like? What makes you into them? Let's talk it out, girl to girl.

[ Sheryl pls ]

[ Despite the faint furrows to her brow, Lucina is quiescent, for whatever reason. And, despite her own relative shyness and inexperience in these matters, it is nice to have someone to speak with about something so - so frivolous.

It's nice to have a conversation with another girl that isn't about weapons, she thinks idly. ]

Well, there's... Um.

[ Trailing off a bit, she thinks. Trying to put this into clear words when she can barely figure out what she's feeling, or if she's feeling anything, or when it will go away - it's not easy. It's like reaching through fog. She perseveres, if only a little, because perhaps saying anything aloud will help her come to a conclusion either way. ]

A surprising capacity for thoughtfulness, I suppose. You may not think so to look at -

[ Mouth catching shut, she stops herself before she get all pronoun-happy.

That sort of thing makes it real, after all. ]

[Oh no. It's clear the girl's trying to give it some thought, but there's some sort of block. It's almost painful to watch, but also almost kind of cute. Sheryl thinks for a moment.] Thoughtfulness is always a plus!

Say... would you prefer to talk about this somewhere else? Perhaps someplace with a few less potentially overhearing ears?

I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, you know~

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