Does Anyone Know How Many Flower Things You Need For The Spring Festival To Beat Celine Bc I Got 34 Ish

does anyone know how many flower things you need for the spring festival to beat Celine bc I got 34 ish and she won and now I'm making plans to kick her butt next year

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Can I request Silver at 7 pm? Cuddling with him in MC room, specially since how busy he can be as Malleus guard. Hopefully this is fine.

WARNINGS: ametuer poetry lol

COMMENTS: Hey Anon! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don’t mind but I changed it slightly to make it just a little more SFW as this request is right on the edge of what I’m comfortable writing. Also, the poem is selected lines of a sonnet I wrote a couple years back, bc that was a thing I used to do often. As such, it’s not very professional, so sorry if the poetry isn’t the best. Thank you! :D

It had been a while since you’d gotten to relax with your boyfriend. I mean, he was awfully busy. You supposed that was a fair price to pay for someone as sweet and good as Silver.

But in the rare moments - in between his and your studies, random bouts of sleepiness and monitoring Malleus’ wellbeing, miraculously, you were able to make things work. You never seemed to have the time for any big, romantic dates. It was a rare occasion indeed where you had dinner at the Mostro Lounge, watched a movie at the cinema or went shopping together.

That didn’t stop either of you from having dinner at Ramshackle, watching movies at home or going on errands to Sam’s together. Your “dates” were often smaller, and even more sweet than anything else you could imagine doing.

Like right now, for example.

Currently, you and Silver were sitting close to each other on a couch. A blanket was draped gently over the two of you as you sat holding a book of poetry. The two of you took turns searching through it, before you each found one you’d like (whether it be funny, romantic or emotional) and read it aloud to each other.

Silver had been getting sleepy for a while now, although he was a little too stubborn to admit it. Or maybe he just wanted to spend more time chatting and reading with you.

That thought gave you butterflies.

Concentrating on the book, you flicked through, scanning the contents for any poems that stood out to you - ones you hadn’t read yet. Your eyes settled on one, a soft smile settling on your lips as you skimmed the contents.

Yes, this one seemed appropriate.

“Have you found one?” Silver piped up sleepily beside you. He’d started leaning on you gently, resting his head on your shoulder as his eyelids grew heavy.

“Yep, you ready?”

“Always.”

You smiled softly as you read aloud.

“I can still remember the day we met,

You held my hand and asked me what was wrong.

I don’t remember why I was upset,

But I remember your smile as you sung:”

You paused for a moment, skimming the lyrics and guessing how the melody is supposed to go. Softly, you sung the next verse of the poem.

“No matter what has happened dear sweetheart,

I am always here for you, it’s okay,

Like flowers, whose petals must come apart

So they can bloom, you will find your own way.”

Silver shifted next to you. His breathing was changing by the moment, his sleepiness finally starting to win the battle against his will to stay awake - to stay with you.

He was always here for you, much like the friend in the poem. The thought made you smile. You wondered if Silver could sing? That would definitely be something to ask him when he woke up. Maybe he could sing the poem to you next time.

You continued through the poem, reading through the last verse.

“Fast forward a few years, we were best friends,

“Best friends”… oh yes, and maybe something more.

We were “best friends”, with seemingly no end,

Until the day you knocked upon the door.”

Your mind wandered back to the day Silver had confessed. It was simple, but very sweet. He had come to visit you at Ramshackle. It was the only time you could remember seeing Silver nervous.

You brought your mind back to the last couplet of the poem as Silver continued to fight a losing battle against his sleepiness.

“You told me you’d find me, gave me this ring,

And every day since, I have spent hoping.”

You felt Silver squeeze your hand and glanced over at him just in time to see his eyes flutter closed.

Sleep had won.

You gently set the book aside and adjusted Silver into a more comfortable position against you, moving the blanket draped over you both to cover him more fully. You gently leaned against him and shut your eyes. One hand held Silver’s, your other floating up to your neck, where a promise ring hung from a chain.

Maybe your love was like poetry in more ways than you’d thought.

♥ Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! ♥

I LOVE ALL PF THEM BUT MARCH HAS MY HEART- I’m a sucker for the redheaded Tsundere trope 😭 I love Eiland too though he’s so nice and silly 🥺

What about you? :D

You’ve been playing fields of mistria too???? :O

YES??? LIKE NONSTOP OMFG WHO IS UR FAV

(to TWST book 7) are you telling me that Lilia’s perfect dream is one in which Malleus, Silver and Sebek do not yet exist

Oh my GOSH THIS IS SO CUTE ANDHDJSNSBSH THANK YOUUU I love this so much 😭

Hi! I saw your post about asking moots who play Mistria to send you a request- is it okay if I send one? (Feel free to delete if not)

Could I request Eiland teaching you to play Dungeons and Drama ? I really wanna join in with them on game nights :c no pressure, though! And thank you :D

SUMMARY: eiland walks you through balor's D&D campaign.

COMMENTS: oh when i tell you i had a BLAST with this one. IVE NEVER PLAYED D&D HAVE MERCY ON ME. winter yearning is getting to me bad i miss cold weather. it makes me feel shit.

Eiland’s hand is warm in yours as you enter the Inn, the crisp night air rushing into the toasty warm building. Eiland takes great care in making sure you get inside first, his eyes trained on the scarf he wrapped around your neck and the cloak he let you borrow (read: forced you to wear.)

His chilly hands brush the bare skin of your neck as he adjusts the scarf, brow pinched in concentration. He looks so lovely when he takes care of you, pretty lips pulled into a cute frown and eyes focused entirely on you.

“Eiland, love, I’m okay.” you place your equally chilly hands over his, your mouth barely peeking out over the scarf.

He exhales softly, meeting your gaze, “I’m sorry darling, I just wanted to make sure—”

“Hey lovebirds! Over here!” a voice you recognize as Balor’s calls out to you, and when you turn he’s sitting at their usual table and waving you over.

It seems the rest of the players left two empty seats right next to each other, much to your embarrassment and Eiland’s delight.

“Well, Balor’s the DM this time around?” Eiland says, sounding far less soft than when he was talking to you, “It’ll be interesting to see what you have in store for us!”

You tune out the small talk, thanking Eiland quietly as he pulls out a chair for you, then sits down himself. The details of your character you made with Eiland rotate through your mind like a windmill, and you make doubly sure you haven’t forgotten a single thing. He was all too excited to help you pick out a race and a class and a bunch of other words you weren’t exactly sure about, he helped you roll for certain attributes and chatted your ears off about what each roll meant.

You were delighted to see him so excited. To think people got tired of his rambling about artifacts and history and fantasy. To think you were special enough for him to tell you everything first. To think you were sitting with him now, at the end of your fourth year in Mistria, planning on staying here forever and never seeing the capital again.

To think you found the love of your life here, in a town you came to help out with the promise of land.

“Are you ready, darling?” Eiland asks, smiling brighter than the lights in the Inn as he takes your hand, squeezing it.

You feel a surge of affection crash over your, your lips spreading into a wobbly, lovesick smile.

Oh, he looks so pretty.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” you reply, relaying the characteristics of your character and proudly showing off the dice set Eiland procured for you.

Balor jokingly offers to buy them off of you, saying they’re as pretty as real gemstones, but Eiland shoots that idea down faster than you can open your mouth.

And the campaign begins.