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(( Unfortunately, I’ve lost my muse for Conrad. Threading with Eliwood everyone has been really fun, but the run is up. I do expect to be taking up a third muse I’m feeling, so stay tuned! \(owo) ))

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Despite stepping rather frequently on Eliwood’s toes, Conrad kept up well enough in their dance. Truth be told his focus wasn’t on the movement. It was on the man before him, and the way his unmade hair fell down his cheek. The soft smile on his lips, the way his eyes seemed unable to look away from Conrad’s own.

He’d never been a nighttime sort of man. The dark was something terrifying, something he could only remember running from. But Eliwood had shown him just how much light there truly was after the sun set; silver moons and gleaming stars, reflecting across the water. All of it felt so new. Perhaps, he mused, falling in love should be something of an awakening. They were still new to each other - still learning the other’s skin, how to fit together. But something inside him knew this would be the last time he fell for someone. Eliwood was the end game. He always had been.

“I missed you, too,” he spoke quietly. It felt wrong to be too loud, or disturb the insects’ songs. “It truly hasn’t been too long... but I miss you all the time. I can’t imagine myself without you.”

Moonlight Waltz | Eliwood & Conrad

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Conrad’s breath was taken away by the scene before him. The moon on the water lit the small clearing in cold light. He could see small pond creatures sleeping on nearby plants, completely at ease in the tranquility.

He turned to Eliwood at the question, smiling. He tugged his jacket closer before reaching out and accepted the extended hand.

“Of course.”

With knowledge acquired in his noble upbringing, Eliwood positioned their hands, before easing into a waltz. It started off slow, his footing confident and nearly perfect in execution. When his dance partner seemed to demonstrate comfort at their current pace, he increased the speed to bring them to the standard velocity. Around and around, they moved, leaving behind footprints in the earth and gently awakening some of the friendly wildlife that appeared as though they were watching their dance as one would a production.

There was a calmness evident in Eliwood’s eyes, the width of his smile shifting naturally as they progressed. The movement brought warmth to the lord and in addition, a sense of comfort. There was familiarity in dancing; particularly under a bed of stars. It felt right. He wondered if this feeling was a sinful, being a widower.

“I missed you,” He said suddenly, breaking the silence, “it is…quite unusual for me to feel as I am…in this way. In truth, I didn’t think it possible.”

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Conrad gave Eliwood a smile, hand moving to cup his cheek. He supposed it was just another way they were similar, to have both struggled through their childhoods. But everything they’d been through and everything they’d done had led them to each other - and in the end, he supposed that was most important. There was no were else he’d rather be.

Although it still hurt his heart to hear of how Eliwood has suffered, he forced himself to believe the reassuring words. I will not shatter like glass, he’d said. Conrad knew it was true. His love was stronger than anyone he’d ever known. If he promised he was okay, he was okay.

...It wouldn’t hurt if Conrad kept a more careful eye on him from now on, though.

He leader forward, lightly pressing his lips to Eliwood’s. After a short moment, however, he pulled away.

“I think Roy is eating sand.”

Seaside Gingers | Eliwood & Conrad (modern!AU)

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“Pacemaker?”

Conrad’s hand moved to ghost over his own chest, staring wide-eyed at the scars on Eliwood. A pacemaker, in such a young child… he wasn’t even aware that could be done. And to think Eliwood had lived his whole life constantly worrying about his heart, losing out on childhood games and playing with his friends.

And gods, what excitement was Eliwood speaking of? There were plenty of things Conrad could recall now that could have… excited him, just a bit. Color rose to his cheeks at the thought, followed by a fluttering heart. The feeling in his chest, however, could be easily explained away by worry.

“By the Mother, Eliwood… you seem so steady now, but that must have been so hard…”

He was unsure of what to say, really, but he knew Eliwood was putting on a brave face. He would be if he’d gone through all that. His own chest ached for what his love had been through, for the little things he’d missed out on and would never have. And there was an anxiety prickling at his heart, reminding him of all the things that could still go wrong.

He didn’t really have words. Instead, Conrad scooped up the nearby Roy, plopping him into Eliwood’s lap before pulling the both of them into a tight hug, not speaking but saying quite a lot.

I’m sorry.

“Mm…perhaps so.” Eliwood mused as he briefly tilted his head downward, his lashes contrasting his pale cheeks, though they had tinted a slight pink from the heat of the sun. There was a brief quiet between them, though the waves rolling along the shore prevented them from experiencing true silence. There was something calming to the sound of the waves caressing the shore, the calls of sandpipers in the distance, and his son’s occasional coos as he continued to play, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the conversation.

Eliwood slowly opened his eyes just as Conrad placed Roy into his lap, pulling him into embrace. Their skin was sticky from perspiration and their was a grittiness to the sand that clung to their bodies, yet, there was great comfort. The ginger-haired father returned the favor, holding Conrad with equal affection. Perhaps he was too selfless. He had always disliked burdening others with his pain and often felt it was necessary to carry the weight of it on his own. He certainly did not mind showing others when he expressed sadness, but he never desired to burden others with the details of his past. Yet, there was healing in connections and empathy, far greater than that of simple sympathy.

“It would be a lie if I were to say I never once felt frightened by the circumstances or that I hadn’t endured any pain as a result of the defect. I can recall feeling quite frustrated at times…while I was not resentful towards my condition, I felt trapped, locked in an external locus of control. It was the encouragement of my parents and support from my dear friend Hector, that carried me through my childhood. They reminded me that I am artist of my future, even if there will be mountains that must be scaled. That gave me hope…it truly crafted who I am today.” He explained, his demeanor calm. It was clear that it had been a subject he had deeply considered; perhaps it had been necessary for his self-growth.

“I promise you, I will not shatter like fallen glass. There is much I have promised myself,” He added, meeting Conrad’s eyes with a smile, “after all, I would love to meet my grandchildren, someday, if Roy chooses to have children of his own.”

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Conrad let Forsyth take the lead as they headed back into battle. He seemed rather eager, almost like he had something to prove. Conrad had no problem taking the rear and focusing on taking out stragglers.

At the command he veered left, lance swinging out in a wide arc. Several Terrors were cut down, their swords clattering to the stone earth.

He kept his gaze focused on any mage enemies around them, careful to never let them get too close. Forsyth wouldn’t be able to maintain his defenses around such a ranged unit.

With such an eye for the ally before him, he hardly noticed the enemy behind him. As it approached, Conrad picked up on the sound of chains dragging against hard stone, the groans of its open jaw. Too late he jerked the reigns of his horse, attempting to turn around. The Terror lurched forward and struck, and Conrad was cast from the horse, landing hard on his right side.

Immediately he held his lance up, deflecting the attack toward his chest. The force of the blow rattled him, and the side of his body he had landed on seared in pain.

He scrambled backward, right foot slack against the ground.

“F-Forsyth,” he called through gritted teeth.

Help.

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The baron seemed strangely nervous, Conrad noted. He furrowed his brow, setting aside his pack the moment Forsyth had taken the gauze.

Surely someone with the Deliverance was accustomed to battle.Forsyth seemed nothing less than a seasoned knight; he was obviously well trained, defined in his stature and stance. He held his lance with assurance. Yet there was an undeniable uncertainty in the other man,

He shook his head, beginning to walk back toward his horse. The battle was still ongoing, after all. It was important they return.

“My name is Conrad,” he replied, swallowing down worry for Forsyth, “Would you allow me to accompany you back into the battle? Together we should make a stronger blade than apart.”

Conrad picked up his lance once more, giving it a few turns to readjust to the balance.

“It would be an honor to align myself with a capable ally.”

A capable…? Forsyth could hardly contain himself.

“Y-yes!”  The sound came out more like a squeak, and mortified, his face flushed bright red. “Er… yes,” he repeated, nodding. “Of course, Sir Conrad! Let us take down the enemy together!”

As Conrad remounted, Forsyth tied the last of the gauze firmly around his hand, then reached for his shield and lance. His pace in the heavy armour hardly compared to the speed and maneuverability of Conrad’s steed – and an impressive animal it was, befitting of such a knight. Still, perhaps they could work alongside each other; and if nothing else, he would not be caught alone again. He charged forward, his brow furrowed, grip tightened around his weapon.

“Hah!” he shouted, impaling a Terror on the point of his lance. It moaned, crumbling into nothingness. Stepping back, he noticed another group approaching, this time accompanied by a Mogall. “Ho, Sir Conrad! To our left!”

There was nothing quite like the thrill of the fight.

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Conrad’s breath was taken away by the scene before him. The moon on the water lit the small clearing in cold light. He could see small pond creatures sleeping on nearby plants, completely at ease in the tranquility.

He turned to Eliwood at the question, smiling. He tugged his jacket closer before reaching out and accepted the extended hand.

“Of course.”

Moonlight Waltz | Eliwood & Conrad

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Conrad nodded, eager for a night with Eliwood. After giving their hands a small squeeze, he pulled away, quickly hunting for his boots under his bed. In his eagerness he accidentally pushed them farther away. With a huff of impatience, he reached out farther, this time able to pull them out and yank them onto his feet.

He bounded back over to Eliwood, lacing their fingers together once again.

“Ready. Where are we going?”

“Not too far,” Eliwood answered vaguely, a soft laugh escaping his lips, as he guided him into the hallway, “quiet now, lest we capture the attention of those keeping watch for the night.” He cautioned. He ensured that his steps were light, emitting no sound at all as he continued on. In mere minutes, the two had managed to slip outside, where the summer air was cool and the crickets serenading them with their song. When he was certain they had created a far enough distance from the barracks, Eliwood spoke.

“There is something I’d like to show you. I am quite confident you will like it.” He replied with a smile. Soon enough, they reached a clearing at the bank of a large pond. It was clear, without another soul in sight, and its clean surface reflected the stars above. It was peaceful and the moon acted as a spotlight, illuminating the space around them. After he allowed a few moments to pass for Conrad to take the scene in, he offered his hand.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, wearing a warm smile.

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He finished filling the glass and placed it down on the table, settling into the chair across her.

“Grow my own? Goodness, no. I’m afraid I’d kill it.”

Conrad laced his fingers together and rested his chin upon them, humming slightly as he thought of what to say. Ismaire was a calming presence to be in; he wasn’t certain he had to say anything. He wasn’t certain she felt as calm as he did, however. Conrad didn’t wish for the situation to feel awkward for her.

“If you’d like, I can introduce you to some more of us later. I’m sure they’d love to meet you, and they’re all kind.”

Ismaire and Eliwood would get along well, he was sure. He could introduce her to Roy as well, though their relationship would be strange to explain. Most everyone there was kind enough to approach - he just had to be careful to stay away from the more villainous characters.

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“Red torch cactus,” he hummed. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of them.”

He had heard of desert nations, but never enough to become familiar with the concept. It seemed strange to think a country could be so arid, to not have rainfall as a near daily occurrence. How did any sort of crop grow there? How did the people not go thirsty?

“I’d say so, yes,” he replied, mind still creating questions. “Zofia looks much more like Askr than I’d guess Jehanna does.”

As they finally reached the kitchen areas, he pulled out a chair for the Lady Ismaire before heading to the cabinets and removing a glass.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he began as he filled it, “would you tell me more about this cactus?”

He was curious again, but for a different reason. The meaning of the flower was beyond him, but he could certainly learn how it survived.

“That is correct,” she replied as her eyes wandered over the intricate architecture of the castle walls on their way to the kitchen. Even the style of work here seemed far different from what she was used to seeing back home.

Ismaire sat in the seat that was offered to her and watched as he began to fill a glass with water. She swallowed.

“The flower of a red torch cactus usually appears toward the top of the cactus, although the plant as a whole is not very tall regardless. And like all cacti, the plant does not need constant watering to survive.”

She was not quite sure what else to say about it beyond that, her mind still a little frazzled. Inwardly she struggled to think what her answer might mean to someone like him.

“Are you perhaps interested in growing a red torch cactus of your own?” Ismaire asked curiously.

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Conrad nodded, eager for a night with Eliwood. After giving their hands a small squeeze, he pulled away, quickly hunting for his boots under his bed. In his eagerness he accidentally pushed them farther away. With a huff of impatience, he reached out farther, this time able to pull them out and yank them onto his feet.

He bounded back over to Eliwood, lacing their fingers together once again.

“Ready. Where are we going?”

Moonlight Waltz | Eliwood & Conrad

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It was a long night. Conrad has practically watched his candle withering down, wax dripping onto his aging nightstand. With Anthiese busy on a mission and Eliwood working, he’d felt lonely all day. Training, reading, and sparring kept him busy enough, but his mind continued to wander back to those he was missing, and how dearly he wanted a familiar smile. Perhaps one day was too short a time to feel so alone, but Conrad could admit he was a very affectionate person, and he longed for it in turn.

He was doing his best to keep himself entertained (he’d already rearranged his entire bookshelf twice, and was trying to talk himself out of a third) when a hollow knock rang at his door. Conrad rolled out of bed, quickly fixing his disheveled night clothes before answering the door.

“Eliwood?” He smiled, immediately reaching for a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

Perhaps it was foolish, allowing himself to slip again into feelings of fondness. Though he had cautioned himself of potential consequences out of necessity to protect himself, he was unable to deny the fluttering of his heart or the way his lips twitched at the very thought of him alone.

“Conrad.” He accepted his warm embrace, a small laugh barely above a whisper leaving him. He wondered if he knew how silly he sounded, welcoming him at such a late hour. Yet, Eliwood was delightfully tickled knowing that his unannounced presence was welcome. Upon pulling away just slightly, he took Conrad’s hand in his own.

“Would you care to join me for a short while? Come, take your boots. I am certain we can slip out the west wing…” He said, glancing down the hallway.

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It was a long night. Conrad has practically watched his candle withering down, wax dripping onto his aging nightstand. With Anthiese busy on a mission and Eliwood working, he’d felt lonely all day. Training, reading, and sparring kept him busy enough, but his mind continued to wander back to those he was missing, and how dearly he wanted a familiar smile. Perhaps one day was too short a time to feel so alone, but Conrad could admit he was a very affectionate person, and he longed for it in turn.

He was doing his best to keep himself entertained (he’d already rearranged his entire bookshelf twice, and was trying to talk himself out of a third) when a hollow knock rang at his door. Conrad rolled out of bed, quickly fixing his disshevled night clothes before answering the door.

“Eliwood?” He smiled, immediately reaching for a hug. “It’s good to see you.”

Moonlight Waltz | Eliwood & Conrad

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Midnight. The barracks of Askr had fallen silent aside from the sound of gentle breathing and light snoring. All were sleeping, resting themselves for the new battles that would come with the dawn of the next day. The moonlight streamed in through the window of Eliwood’s quarters and he stared at the way it caused the ceiling above him to glow. He was quite aware that he should be asleep, just as the others were, but he found himself far too anxious.

His mind had been filled with countless warmth thoughts and feelings he hadn’t ever expected to experience again. The ginger-haired lord shifted himself into a seated position, allowing the silky blankets to fall to his lap without a sound. As quietly as he was able, he left his head, holding his boots in hand to prevent the sound of his footsteps from echoing within the halls. He gingerly closed the door behind him, before he crept through the halls, his destination known.

At the door he had stood before numerous times as of late, he knocked softly, knowing the occupant would certainly hear him. Dressed in the clothing he meant to sleep in, he leaned on the door frame as he heard the sounds of shuffling coming from within the room.

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Forsyth’s giddiness turned to horror as he realised he hadn’t taken the time to introduce himself. He swallowed, a hard lump forming in his throat. Hopefully the knight would forgive his omission.

“O-oh! My apologies. My name is Forsyth.” He held his fist proudly to his chest. “I am a lieutenant in the Deliverance. By what name might I call you, sir?”

Forsyth fell silent in thought. If he was not in Alm’s service, he must be with the woman Alm spoke so highly of – Celica. He’d heard the name whispered around camp on more than a few occasions. Who knew what kind of woman she was to command such an impressive entourage?

The knight was rummaging through his pack, and his horse whinnied nervously, stomping its hooves against the cold ground. The sound of battle still echoed in the distance – the clash of metal and the storming roar of cavalry, punctuated with inhuman cries – and from its intensity, it was clear their fight was far from over. Terrors were strange beings; it seemed that cantors could pull them from the ground itself. Even though the nook offered relative safety, it was only a matter of time before they would need to move again.

When the man pulled out a roll of gauze, Forsyth’s eyes widened.

“Thank you, sir,” he said. “I-I shall return to the battle as soon as I can.” He furrowed his brow. “I must do my part in restoring Zofia to her people.” 

The baron seemed strangely nervous, Conrad noted. He furrowed his brow, setting aside his pack the moment Forsyth had taken the gauze.

Surely someone with the Deliverance was accustomed to battle.Forsyth seemed nothing less than a seasoned knight; he was obviously well trained, defined in his stature and stance. He held his lance with assurance. Yet there was an undeniable uncertainty in the other man, 

He shook his head, beginning to walk back toward his horse. The battle was still ongoing, after all. It was important they return.

“My name is Conrad,” he replied, swallowing down worry for Forsyth, “Would you allow me to accompany you back into the battle? Together we should make a stronger blade than apart.”

Conrad picked up his lance once more, giving it a few turns to readjust to the balance.

“It would be an honor to align myself with a capable ally.”

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Despite the severity of the situation, Eliwood found himself chuckling lightly at Conrad’s initial comment. He supposed the beginnings of his life and childhood were certainly unusual compared to that of the norm. Many were not born with a defect that threatened their daily life, forcing them to be bedridden rather than dash about the playground with other children. Yet, despite the pain and suffering he had endured, Eliwood did not feel resentful. Though it had been difficult, he survived. He endured and made something meaningful from his life. At least, he had thus far. He couldn’t be more grateful that he had been given a second opportunity; one that couldn’t have been possible had it not been for modern medicine. “I suppose it is a bit unusual.” Eliwood mused, his eyes moving to ensure that Roy was still consent. He handed him a plastic red shovel, which the toddler eagerly took, and he watched for a few seconds as Roy began to dig small holes into the sand. His attention returned to Conrad as he brushed a hand over his scar, which though ever present, had faded as he grew older. At his partner’s question, he shook his head. “Ah, do not worry yourself. The scar has long healed over, Conrad. Touching it does not bring about pain. It is simply sensation, just as the skin on my arm or on my back,” He explained, hoping to ease his worries, “the tissue looks…perhaps a bit strange as a result of scarring. Nothing more.” He added, glancing down at his chest briefly himself. “Stress…? I do not have lasting pain as a result of the surgery, though there are times that the rhythm of my heart is reset through a small controlled shock,” Eliwood began, gesturing with his hands to explain his pacemaker, “during the surgery, a small device was implanted in me, called a pacemaker. It ensures my heart beats normally. If my rhythm becomes abnormal, I will get a small shock to reset the pace. Often, I do not feel it at all. Though sometimes when I am excited, I can feel it then.” He admitted somewhat sheepishly.

“Pacemaker?” 

Conrad’s hand moved to ghost over his own chest, staring wide-eyed at the scars on Eliwood. A pacemaker, in such a young child... he wasn’t even aware that could be done. And to think Eliwood had lived his whole life constantly worrying about his heart, losing out on childhood games and playing with his friends.

And gods, what excitement was Eliwood speaking of? There were plenty of things Conrad could recall now that could have... excited him, just a bit.Color rose to his cheeks at the thought, followed by a fluttering heart. The feeling in his chest, however, could be easily explained away by worry.

“By the Mother, Eliwood... you seem so steady now, but that must have been so hard...”

He was unsure of what to say, really, but he knew Eliwood was putting on a brave face. He would be if he’d gone through all that. His own chest ached for what his love had been through, for the little things he’d missed out on and would never have. And there was an anxiety prickling at his heart, reminding him of all the things that could still go wrong.

He didn’t really have words. Instead, Conrad scooped up the nearby Roy, plopping him into Eliwood’s lap before pulling the both of them into a tight hug, not speaking but saying quite a lot.

I’m sorry.

Seaside Gingers | Eliwood & Conrad (modern!AU)

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“Red torch cactus,” he hummed. “I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of them.”

He had heard of desert nations, but never enough to become familiar with the concept. It seemed strange to think a country could be so arid, to not have rainfall as a near daily occurrence. How did any sort of crop grow there? How did the people not go thirsty?

“I’d say so, yes,” he replied, mind still creating questions. “Zofia looks much more like Askr than I’d guess Jehanna does.”

As they finally reached the kitchen areas, he pulled out a chair for the Lady Ismaire before heading to the cabinets and removing a glass.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” he began as he filled it, “would you tell me more about this cactus?”

He was curious again, but for a different reason. The meaning of the flower was beyond him, but he could certainly learn how it survived.

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With their joined hands he helped her to stand, eyes still focused on her countenance. She didn’t necessarily speak the truth, then, when she promised she was fine. But Ismaire wasn’t a weak woman - she could easily overcome her fears.

“No thanks are necessary,” he said gently. He almost felt he owed her an apology for being so accusatory moments before. He bit his tongue, though - sometimes one needed to pry out the truth. It was essential at times.

“I can imagine the beauty of these gardens are far different than those of Jehanna. Which flower would you say is your favorite?”

His mother had taught him some of the meanings of different flowers. In Rigel, she’d said, they believed you could tell much of a person from which flowers called to them. Though he’d been raised in Zofia, he had picked up many pieces of Rigelin culture from her. He was curious which Ismaire would choose.

Though her smile seemed stressed at first it was by now transformed into something gentle and muted. Ismaire walked with him mostly in silence, eager nonetheless to find something to drink.

“The bloom of a red torch cactus,” she replied after some thought. “They are lovely and intricate, yet hard to approach. They usually appear a shade of red not unlike the color of my son’s hair…”

Her thoughts trailed off as once again her mind was brought to the little boy she left behind. If he were here, would he have a favorite flower? Did he even find interest in such trivial things?

“Likewise, I suppose your taste in flora far differs from my own.” The statement was posed more as a question than anything else.

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.