[ So! After the world's most emotionally-heavy sleepover, Azura heads off to get dressed and shower and....take care of her hair because she truly does have "the worst bedhead in the army" and now everyone knows, frick.
(She probably sleep-koala'd Ingway a little too let's be real.)
But now that that's taken care of, she ties her hair up and goes off to look for him, wherever he's gone as of now. Kitchen? Garden? Garage? ]
[ thank you, she will have a piece. munch munch. ]
Everyone had their own room at our "barracks" at home, but there were a few occasions where we couldn't make it back and had to camp out somewhere. Sleeping on stone wasn't enjoyable, but this--ah, it's brought back home memories, is all.
The lot of us are fighting for a common goal, getting out of here alive. That we have no way to make sure, absolutely make sure that we work together for it, it...
[ it makes her feel like shit, really. it's just one big game of prisoner's dilemma, isn't it? ]
There's someone I know from home. She has such a sense of blind optimism and willingness to trust about her, she could easily get herself killed, here. But someone like her may have helped this group out in the long run.
[ Azura closes her eyes for a moment. Ah, Corrin. She hopes she's doing alright, wherever she is.
But Corrin, ah, that makes her remember what she wanted to ask him. Provided he's done eating for now, Azura reaches for his hand--and then stops. Right. He may not be comfortable with that?
[ before this game, the last time she held hands with someone was when she was a little kid. it's nice. She pats his hand a little before taking it in both of hers. ]
If you don't mind my asking, I was wondering about a few things. You're from a royal family as well, aren't you?
You're not wrong- I am Prince Ingway of Valentine. Though... 'tis a dead kingdom now. And I never spent much time in what you would call a normal court.
No. There was a--coup, of sorts. And most of my citizens are dead, or exanimate shades in service of a tyrant.
[ She's gotten to tell Corrin and Jakob the entire story by now, but after bottling it up for so many years, even telling bits and pieces of the Valla's fall feels...freeing. ]
You? Did it have anything to do with that cursed beast?
I wish I could blame that beast... it would be easier. But this was years before the Darkova. You see, my mother was the princess of Valentine... but my father was king of an enemy nation.
When my grandfather found out who the father was- when Velvet and I were children- he went mad. Mother.... she did not survive the truth.
[He's staring down at their hands, eyes misty with pain]
Grandfather never recovered his sanity and took it out on us- mostly Velvet, as she looked like Mother more than I do. He would force her to dance and whip her when she didn't please him.
While... while I hid.
[Ah, so what he said before about Velvet suffering because of him made sense]
[ what was that saying, again? "birds of a feather flock together"?
She was alienated and had terrible things said about her when the concubines and the maids thought she wasn't listening, but no one had ever laid their hands on her, and she was taken from Castle Krakenburg long before Garon became a tyrant over his own children. She feels like she got the luckier deal, out of the two of them. ]
...I'm so sorry, Ingway. [ whispered ] But you were a child, weren't you? Young, at the very least.
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Week 3 Thursday morning
(She probably sleep-koala'd Ingway a little too let's be real.)
But now that that's taken care of, she ties her hair up and goes off to look for him, wherever he's gone as of now. Kitchen? Garden? Garage? ]
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Good morning.
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[ a yawn. she'll sit next to him if that's okay ]
I've been getting so used to sleeping in a bed, it's strange to sleep on the floor again.
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[have some toast]
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[ thank you, she will have a piece. munch munch. ]
Everyone had their own room at our "barracks" at home, but there were a few occasions where we couldn't make it back and had to camp out somewhere. Sleeping on stone wasn't enjoyable, but this--ah, it's brought back home memories, is all.
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[ her smile says "yes, good ones" ]
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Sleeping together with everyone, it almost made it seem like we're all friends.
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The lot of us are fighting for a common goal, getting out of here alive. That we have no way to make sure, absolutely make sure that we work together for it, it...
[ it makes her feel like shit, really. it's just one big game of prisoner's dilemma, isn't it? ]
There's someone I know from home. She has such a sense of blind optimism and willingness to trust about her, she could easily get herself killed, here. But someone like her may have helped this group out in the long run.
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[ Azura closes her eyes for a moment. Ah, Corrin. She hopes she's doing alright, wherever she is.
But Corrin, ah, that makes her remember what she wanted to ask him. Provided he's done eating for now, Azura reaches for his hand--and then stops. Right. He may not be comfortable with that?
(sleep-koalaing aside) ]
Er, may I?
[ hold his hand. how lewd. ]
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[He turns his hand palm-up for her to take]
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[ before this game, the last time she held hands with someone was when she was a little kid. it's nice. She pats his hand a little before taking it in both of hers. ]
If you don't mind my asking, I was wondering about a few things. You're from a royal family as well, aren't you?
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[That's not a no]
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A dead kingdom?
[ hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ]
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My kingdom was ravaged- the people still lived, but were cursed. And now the entire land, our nation, and others, are sunk into the sea.
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Another commonality between us.
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[He squeezes her hand]
Though I can not see you being the cause of said ravaging as I was.
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[ She's gotten to tell Corrin and Jakob the entire story by now, but after bottling it up for so many years, even telling bits and pieces of the Valla's fall feels...freeing. ]
You? Did it have anything to do with that cursed beast?
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Azura nods. She's listening! ]
cw: child abuse
[He's staring down at their hands, eyes misty with pain]
Grandfather never recovered his sanity and took it out on us- mostly Velvet, as she looked like Mother more than I do. He would force her to dance and whip her when she didn't please him.
While... while I hid.
[Ah, so what he said before about Velvet suffering because of him made sense]
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She was alienated and had terrible things said about her when the concubines and the maids thought she wasn't listening, but no one had ever laid their hands on her, and she was taken from Castle Krakenburg long before Garon became a tyrant over his own children. She feels like she got the luckier deal, out of the two of them. ]
...I'm so sorry, Ingway. [ whispered ] But you were a child, weren't you? Young, at the very least.
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