pheraed

[pheraed]

It's strange to bare your soul to a complete stranger. Eliwood glances down, a slight frown upon his face. He was willing to trust this travelling guru, so why can't he trust this man?

He seems very reasonable and responsible, after all. Even if he won't give a name.

"Torture, yes," he says. He debates speaking on his father, and all that he had suffered at the hand of Lord Nergal. He doesn't though. It's part of his story but it's also something that belongs to his father -- and there are some things that he's not willing to share.

A look crosses his face. A cross between sadness, despair, and regret. He lets it go.

"I don't want to be in pain with no way out. I don't want to be the one to give up information that I shouldn't. Both of those things are terrifying... I don't know how I would manage."

are you sure this BetterHelp program is accredited?

[AFFLUENCE] - faith+1, Niles & Eliwood.

[pheraed]

The plan seemed solid, and Eliwood was eager to agree to it. He nodded, wearing that naïve smile of his. "I'm ready."

The door was opened and Eliwood was the first to step through. It was just as crowded as he expected. He scanned the room and saw a small group of those he recognized as Blue Lion students, and though he didn't know them by name he waved at them. The polite gesture was well reciprocated and he went over to sit, pretending to not notice Raymond for the moment.

The chatter continued, and Eliwood ordered his drink. He spoke about the mundane, the everyday life at school, when one of the students leaned in conspiratorially.

"Have you heard about the ghosts here?" she asked. Eliwood raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side as if to listen better. "It's said that there's a haunting of rats, and they play one music note and it makes you go to your death."

"That's not what they say!" another one hissed. "You don't die, come on. You just get lost. Wandering the abyss forever."

"I like my version better."

"Where do they hear this sound, usually?" Eliwood interjected. It was good to finally have a lead on this -- something useful to bring back to Raymond. See? He could be impressive. Maybe.

"Everywhere. Here, a lot of the time," the first girl tapped the table. "But I knew one of them. The night before he disappeared, he said he wanted to come back to this cafe for a coffee. But it was after hours, and we told him that they'd be closed." She shrugged. "Who knows if he ended up coming here. But that's kind of the point, right? Exciting. Maybe we're right near the ghost rats..."

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care.

[pheraed]

Eliwood had not considered that these crimes might have indeed been violent. His expression fell, just a little, and he realized for the first time that they did not know the state of the missing students. It embarrassed him just a little -- the insensitivity of his comment -- but he kept that to himself. He would just do better in the future.

Diligently he followed. He kept his eyes on what was in front of him, scanning for any clues as to what was happening. He was sure that Raymond had a better idea of the situation; he was so much more experienced in this sort of thing, and Eliwood found himself wanting to be just as impressive.

Which made it all the more entertaining when Eliwood completely missed the barb. "Oh, maybe," he said, but then shrugged. "You're better at connecting ideas than I am, but I can go in and find out if anyone has seen anything strange while you look around the perimeter? Unless you wanted to stay together."

He hadn't noticed the old foundation and the new building atop of it. Instead, he had been focusing on those who were coming in and out of the establishment. Most were young, a lot were students. They definitely served a particular demographic.

He looked up at him. "I might miss some details. Usually Mark was the one who thought of every possibility, and could see things that I could not." He was a patient person, someone who would trust in everyone he met. He knew this flaw about himself, but he also knew that Raymond might be able to balance that out.

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care.

[pheraed]

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀 : 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎

RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes. Repost, don’t reblog !

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎   -  true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎   -  clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎   -  standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎   -   the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎   -   mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎   -   sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎   -   secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾   -   fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

[pheraed]

Eliwood is very much a young man. That is meant both in the derogatory and neutral sense; he has the bright eyes of youth, the certain naivety that only comes with lacking years, and of course... the uncanny ability to make a mess of everything.

Just, a godawful mess. Perhaps it's the privilege of not having to clean after himself for so long or that he didn't have a lot of property to take care of when he was traveling away from home. It doesn't really matter, but with the added stress of being paired with roommate for a while he's been attempting to undo years of bad habits.

The sock is just one part. If Poe were to look under his bed, there are worse horrors for the eye to see.

Her question makes him look up from his place on his bed. He does not touch his sock, which means that he will inevitably fall asleep with it there (and, perhaps add it to the collection of miscellaneous clothes that are pooled at the edge of his bedsheets, hidden only by his blanket).

"I haven't been, why do you ask?"

We Do Not Need Laundry Chair. It Does Not Give Throne Bonuses

Nobody can seem to agree behind the why - is it pest control? a social experiment? renovations? - but the reality of the matter is: you’ve got a new roommate for the month...

[pheraed]

He's glad he's not alone in this. His anger is warranted; he did not doubt that, but he feels a renewed sense of justice spike in his chest. It would make sense to write to the papers, to make it known what's happening...

"We should," he agrees with a set jaw. Though he may be smaller in stature than many others of his rank, he still has the commanding presence of a Marquess. His fingers twitch next to his blade as if to add to the image. "We also should look into gathering all the workers together. Demanding better, perhaps... denying our labor, and working together as one group to make our working conditions more favorable. What say you?"

With both their plans combined, there was no way that change would not come. Right?

girl get in we're about to form the monastery's first labor union

[AFFLUENCE] - Auth+1, Ethlyn & Eliwood

[pheraed]

Eliwood followed Raymond's diagram. The musical note that he spoke of did pique an interest, but he didn't know what it meant. Perhaps if he'd spent more time learning an instrument rather than practicing swordplay, he'd have an answer.

Yet again, if he did that he would probably not be here -- would he?

He cocked his head. "I see. If it's mainly confined to this area, would it be good to check in the center that area?" he asked, then shook his head. His eyes darted away for just one moment before he looked back at his companion with a renewed confidence. "I just say because I'd heard somewhere that most crime happens within a certain distance outside of where a person -- or... small rat, I suppose -- lives. So I would think it would either be in the center or around the perimeter of what you've drawn. Since it's a nonviolent crime, I assume, they're more likely to be closer to the scene of the crime, right?"

He shrugged. "I think you'd know more about that, but if there's a hidden underground area we can look at, it might be a good start. Do you know a lot about the buildings there?"

There was a missing piece that he just was not grasping. As Eliwood looked at the ground he tried his best to figure out what it was.

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care.

[pheraed]

Of course Linus is a professor of their class. Why would he not be? Eliwood does his best to keep his expression the same; it would not do well to fret over what may never come to pass.

He takes the ice, though, and presses it to his injury. Silly for it to have hurt this badly, but that's how it is. "Thank you," he speaks softly, and tries to get back their happy and lighthearted feeling that had just been lost. It's not tense between them, per say, but it's different now.

He's about to speak when he's called in next. He looks at his friend as he stands and bows, his smile bright once more. "I will come find you at the dining hall later, if you'd like? I really appreciate all this help."

And with that, he follows the nurse into the room to be looked at.

end!

*ੈ✩ -- we're gonna show this rock who's the boss around here.

[RECOVERY] - Gauntlets + 1, Altena & Eliwood

[pheraed]

"I would never say no to making a new friend."

Eliwood had indeed not heard anything about Kurthnaga's cooking. He knew hardly anything about him at all, spare for that he was sweet every time he say him with others. If he had known about his cooking mishaps, perhaps he would have thought differently.

(or, invited someone with an iron stomach along. he knew a couple people like that.)

"I haven't had the chance to visit too much with the mounts," he admits. He knew how to ride, of course -- he'd done so many times in his past. It would feel good to be atop a horse again. "Perhaps you can help me choose one?"

He doesn't want to worry the (assumedly) younger boy, but he is getting quite hungry. There's this odd thing that happens when he is too starved, where his body feels hot-cold and he becomes a little woozy; luckily, he was no where near that feeling yet.

"I would love that. Truly, thank you for inviting me." His voice is sincere, and he motions for Kurthnaga to follow him.

Let's Go To Horseland !!

Showcase | Riding +1

[pheraed]

The day's activities are winding down, and Eliwood finds that he is in dire need of some relaxation. His muscles hurt from training too hard this morning and his stomach is growling for lack of supper. He wonders what the dining hall will have tonight, and hopes it's something filling.

He's wandering a little as he tries to waste time before he can go get something to eat. He debates going to the stables to see if he can help with anything, or returning those library books that are almost due. Both would keep his mind off of his growing hunger and his desire to take a nap, but...

ah!! -- there! It is as if his thoughts had been spoken aloud. He recognizes the other student as Kurthnaga, someone he had seen around a fair bit before today. And in his hands he carries the salvation Eliwood so desperately wishes for... sweet, sweet nourishment.

"The honor would be mine," he says. "I was just thinking about how hungry I am, so this is a welcome reprieve indeed. Shall we?"

Let's Go To Horseland !!

Showcase | Riding +1

[pheraed]

Eliwood felt, in that moment, objectively terrible. Not only did he allow Harken to fall to the ground, but the knight was looking terribly distraught. The young lord's hands reached out as if to help him, but he didn't want to disturb the situation any more than he had already.

When Harken did finally speak, it made Eliwood take a step back. Why would he ever punish Harken? For doing as he must, as both someone assigned to this sword project and as a knight of Pherae? He looked at the man in front of him, and watched as he bowed and submitted himself for punishment.

It was often and with a melancholic nostalgia that Eliwood thought of his father. He thought of all that had happened, how he might have been able to save him -- where he had gone wrong and what needed to change. The tears he shed in the presence of those he loved had dried, but the memory remained.

"Sir Harken..."

Any words of comfort he might give him were lost. There was little that others might have said to him, back when the wounds were still fresh, that would stop the pain of watching his father's life fade from his eyes. Everyone grieves differently, and Eliwood would not begrudge Harken his way of handling his own emotions.

"Rise," he said, soft as anything. Gently, he reached out and clasped the knight's hand in his own, his expression grave and serious. "You are a knight of my house. You are loyal, and caring, and good. My father loved you."

He paused only to squeeze his hand. "Pherae loves you. I love you. If you feel you must atone, I will give you that. But not until we've made it out of this forest."

He let go of Harken, and motioned for him to follow.

Let Me Get That Trap For You, M'lord

[pheraed]

continued from here.

Luckily, a lot of the burns were on his face and arms, across his freckled nose and pale neck. The shirt he was wearing helped protect his chest and stomach, as well as his shorts to protect his thighs. Still, he let Kagetsu put the lotion on and felt a calm and cool wash over the stinging pain.

"I should have thought of it," he said. "It's painful, but not too bad. I guess this is sort of a battle itself, huh? One with the sun."

He laughs a little at his own joke. It's been a while since he's seen a battlefield and gained new scars, and that's sort of nice. He still wants to practice and keep his skills sharp, but maybe it won't be at the cost of deep wounds.

He sighs as it's completed, and is about ready to ask if Kagetsu wants to go out and catch some crabs ( or, alternatively build a sand castle ) when his friend speaks out.

"Ah?! What happened? Are you hurt?"

@okomesia

the sun... she cookk me...

[BEACH EPISODE!] - Kagetsu & Eliwood

[pheraed]

BEACH EPISODE PROMPTS 🏖

[pheraed]

°。 out of 31 matches it's 15 wins for Eliwood, 12 for Hector, and 4 were draws ig

[POST BOEL MINI] - Hector & Eliwood

[pheraed]

That’s one of the things he loves about Hector. He’s ready to rush in and fix the problem with his big axe, and part of the charm is he does not mean ill by it. Eliwood feels lighter just by being around his childhood best friend, even if it’s a reunion within this terrible situation.

He tries to keep the smile off his face. “I can do the talking. But you can do the hitting if it comes to that, I promise.”

Eliwood elbows his way through the crowd, pushing apart people who are one moment away from erupting into chaos. He feels better that he’s not alone, but he does worry that all the bottled up hatred and anger will be redirected towards him. They're so angry -- and Eliwood does not have a right to take away their rage. But he thinks he might be able to help bridge the gap between the sides.

He climbs up to the platform, hoping Hector is not far behind. He clears his throat once — twice — and then tries to call out:

“May I have your attention?!”

He’s not loud enough.

*ੈ✩ -- dw about it me and my buddy hector got this.

[RECOVERY] - newly caught ruffians w/Hector

[pheraed]

He’s glad he’s been given the chance to hone his skills. Eliwood is an eager learner, always pressing forward, and not wanting to look back. Professor Diamant seems to be the perfect person for the task of helping him to become better, more and more he’s glad they faced each other in the tournament.

“I do,” he says. “I know the sword best of all the weapons. When I tried magic in the battle of eagle and lion, I got a bit overzealous.” He looks a little bashful at his admittance, but carries on anyway. “I’m not weak by any stretch of the imagination, however I have a lot more skill with dodging and avoiding blows than I do with hitting back as hard. Perhaps I will be able to learn that from you? That is my hope, at least.”

He smiles at him. “Thank you for this chance, sir.”

°。no better teacher than the battlefield.

[POST BOEL MINI] - Diamant & Eliwood

[pheraed]

Eliwood will face his fears. That seems to be a theme of his lately; he thinks of drinking too much at the ball, of mingling with strangers who he doesn't know the face of, of experiencing pain without reason. He thinks about why he does this -- to think of his father and make him glad to have called him son. He wants to be able to hold his head up high, to be brave and good enough to call himself the Marquess.

He will follow the instructions, and he will not let Professor Jakob down.

“Of course,” he laughs as if it means nothing. “A battle I was in. There are… a couple, though I’m not sure how much detail you want me to get into.”

( grief makes his stomach lurch forward. gentle, receding, but still there like an ache in his chest. )

( the reed brothers. leila. ninian. nergal. )

He chooses an easy answer. “It was… sort of a battle. Should I tell about the time that I faced pirates, where I had to convince them to take me to the isle where my father was held captive?”

these armors sure can heavy