lvllabiies:
— ❝ SO THEN THE G SITUATION STARTS AROUND OCTOBER … and that’s shortly before the masquerade incident takes place. ❞ They’re intent and FOCUSED on their current objective : trying to make sense of the recent past , especially now that everything has come back to them and , therefore , have brought them inches closer to getting even more of the answers that they’ve so wanted to deduce. Rock music softly plays from their phone on a bluetooth speaker besides them , and they’re currently using dry erase markers & a whiteboard as a map and section for notes so there’s a visual to make connecting these far much easier. They uncap the red marker with their teeth ( it’s their own ) and drag it from a quickly drawn manor to a cluster of stick trees , speaking to themselves , ❝ And forest possibly invokes similar scenarios to that of the manor , so that means the manor and the forest could potentially be connected … ❞ They draw three question marks beside the line to show their uncertainty. And they stand back to survey their work , before a finger points to the left of the board.❝ So then how does G … ❞ A few moments of hesitance as they trail off , tongue in cheek , before they cap the marker and look down.❝ Excuse me - but do you think you could graciously pass me that blue marker right there ?? I’d greatly appreciate it , if you’d kindly. ❞
it’s been awhile since edelle finds herself in zelda’s presence , but she finds that her intrigue is piqued . if anything , it’s reminiscent of her own endeavors against the church — to find out what rhea did . but she knows it isn’t the same ( right ? ) , as she doubts the city hall intern would do something as ... proactive . something as bloody and grim for everyone involved . still , edel hands them the blue marker as requested . “ that’s a lot of work , ” she comments freely under a casual guise . “ i have to say it is rather impressive . even if i don’t understand the context . ” she doesn’t have to understand the context to know it’s important . her lilac hues silently trace the connections made ; the g situations , the manor ... the forest ?
if edelgard didn’t know any better , perhaps she would suggest those who slither in the dark — though she knows how they work . they’re uncaring ; those who get in their way of gaining what they want suffer . that night at the manor would have seen more horrendous things than it had if it were truly them . however — a seed of newly acquired doubt sprouts momentarily within her : was she not the same in fódlan ? starting a war no one asked for , much less siding with them . no , she refuses to think of herself as the monsters who took everything from her and others like her . she had a greater purpose while they did not . even so ... it’s an uncanny parallel that leaves her uncomfortable as her blank stare never leaves the whiteboard .
she clears her throat then , suddenly pulling herself from her stupor with a faint shake of head . “ i apologize . i ... have a lot on my mind . ” she thinks back to her own disguise as the flame emperor , and she hesitates . “ what if this g person is going under an alias ? i have heard many rumors involving them , yet everyone seems so convinced the letter g has anything to do with their real identity ... ” edel pauses , “ but i guess that’s my own theory in trying to figure out who they are . ”
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yeets this @sacrilegiovs·
&& — THERE’S NOTHING LIKE FEELING AS IF YOU’VE SPOTTED A GHOST. truly, from the sweaty palms claude now has to the faint , dizzy feeling now spreading throughout his body , this is nothing like he’s ever felt before. and it only comes with the spotting of a girl.
she’s somebody he’s seen before , whether it be in dreams , or in nightmares. something he thought was a figment of his imagination , yet she’s there , crystal clear really , just a few feet away. she’s real , though that can’t be ?? not when he’s seen her die in his dreams , not when everything that’s happened was clearly so fake … right ??
he doesn’t know what to do in this instance. a part of him wants to shrug it off like he always does , but it doesn’t seem like it’ll be that easy this time. what if she comes back ?? what if she knows ?? what if this is just his own imagination again ?? there’s no telling what’s going on , but regardless , he swallows hard and marches onwards to her.
“ uh , hey , dude , ” ah , yes , dude. the perfect word to use in a crisis. “ this is gonna sound stupid , but have we met ?? ” maybe there’s a simple explanation for this that she can give , right ?? they met at some party , clearly , after all , the subconscious remembers peoples faces. it’s just his mind fucking with him. “ i’m claude , if that rings any bell. you just look kind of familiar. like an old friend. ” he hadn’t even placed that until he said it , though it definitely lights something in his head up. an old friend … yeah , that seems right.
for a moment it didn’t even cross her mind that she’d eventually run into him as well . an absent thought that’s silly of her , because from what she’s recollected in terms of memory , he’s the one she showed mercy to . and if poor dimitri was here , alive and allegedly well , why should claude be an exception ? a bittersweet feeling claws its way up her throat when she finally registers his words . it almost pains her to stifle a sigh — mainly because out of everything to be addressed as , in typical claude fashion he still chooses ‘ dude ’ . no , instead edelgard smiles . it’s not as gentle , not as full of lingering guilt , as the one she manages for dimitri , but it turns up the corners of her crimson tinted lips slightly to signify it is there at all . “ i see . i suppose i shouldn’t be so let down that you don’t remember , ” she starts with , voice light and borderline cryptic . “ we ... went to school together a long time ago . we were in different classes , but we saw each other around . ”
though with a pause , she shifts ; it isn’t her heels that are uncomfortable , rather facing someone she once called a friend before the path she inevitably cut . “ my name is edel , if that rings any bell for you . or ... perhaps you may remember me as the girl who screamed at the mere mention of a rat ? ” it’s humiliating to even bring up such an event — that mock battle between the houses all that time ago ... how he just knew she would show a reaction , only to promptly deny it happening , at that . she swallows down air then , desperately wanting to fight off the churning of her stomach . she does not regret what she’s done in their past , and should she be forced to take immediate action again , she would .
however this life is different . there are no crests to bind society to a goddess who doesn’t care . no fanatics to blindly follow . there may still be connections to that aspect , unfortunately , but there’s nothing fueling the flames .
it isn’t until lilac hues spot a simple white glove . it’s her glove . she undoubtedly knows it . wait , but then how — why — is it in his possession ? “ i am sorry to derail our reunion , claude , but that glove sticking out of your bag ... you should do well to take care of it . ” another cryptic telling , though her eyes narrow as her overall expression remains neutral . “ where did you get it anyway ? if i may ask . it simply looks ... familiar . like i’ve seen it before , myself . ” well , no one said edelgard von hresvelg was all that subtle .
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etlivnheart:
— HER VOICE CUTS THROUGH THE AIR , not as much in a way that leaves him intimidated as much as … well , the only way he can describe it as so as that he finds her voice haunting. Again , it’s like he’s looking at a GHOST - but in what way exactly can he pinpoint that she is so ?? It almost feels … foreign , like this is someone he feels like he should KNOW but also is entirely different. But she asks him about fate , and for a few seconds , Dimitri enters what feels like millenniums of just straight thought. Because he remembers a dream from not too long ago , picturing it in his head.
Three rolls of ribbon - yellow , red , and blue - unraveling beside each other. But then suddenly , the yellow and red ribbons turn - one falls off the edge of the table , never to be seen again wherever its gone , and then when the BLUE crosses over the RED … the red ribbon is cut. Like the flow of a path of blood , suddenly stopping in its wake.And when he looks at her , he feels like she represents one of those ribbons. And he hates it , because if he had it his way ?? Nobody would be trampled on , nobody would be CUT. Ribbons can be tied together , roll in the same way , be a part of the same bows & threads …
And yet , he’s felt like he’s failed her in the sense that he became what cut her ribbon - even though it’s never what he truly wanted , as much as a past version of himself would SCREAM for it. That was never it.
❝ … Yes. Yes , I do. ❞ Maybe he’s not the most religious person to exist , but he’s had faith in a HIGHER POWER or an unseen force - because some things , they can’t be explained by simple fact or science. There’s always something else that pushes it - always something behind the scenes.❝ I am only to assume that you believe in the same - and , possibly … ❞ If such feelings in his chest are correct … ❝ Perhaps your fate & mine , their paths are somehow intertwined. Is that why you ask ?? ❞
she simply hums as he speaks , her mind flashing back to that battle . at the end of the line , she didn’t want to do it if she didn’t have to — but she declared any ally of the church to be her enemy as well . her resolve was too strong to waver for anyone . and what did he do ? put the both of them in a position she couldn’t ignore . she doesn’t blame him ; she doesn’t think she ever did . it was misfortune , and a lot of it , that led them to their paths . in a way , they were opposite sides of the same coin . edelgard remembers the aftermath as if it happened yesterday . byleth asking if she’s crying , only for her to brush their concerns off . a private moment of lamenting the death of her last brother , before handing off his cloak to one who still deserved it far more than she . goddess , it was suffocating to even relive in memories .
“ yes . while i believe in making our own fates and that no divine being should have a say in it , i have a ... strong suspicion our paths are unavoidably linked , one way or another . ” edelgard pauses in thought , sighing quietly as she continues . “ someone once gave me a gift as a child and told me it symbolized carving ones own destiny . at the time i didn’t realize how important it would become to me and my journey , but i never did get to thank him properly ... ”
her expression is vaguely mournful as her gaze stays on him , half trying to gauge a reaction and half just to see him again . because to see him when they aren’t going at each other’s throats ? it hardly feels real . it almost feels like the childhood that was torn from them both . almost . “ i’m not sure why i decided to tell you all that , ” she lies smoothly . “ i suppose you remind me of him . ”
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bernievera:
BRENNA DESPISES BEING behind the counter. she would much rather slip into the back room or the greenhouse and water the plants than manage the cash register, but there are times where there really is no one else to handle the place and she has to suck it up and do what she’s being paid to do. that does nothing to calm her fears, however, and the moment she hears someone enter the shop, she makes herself smaller behind the register. it’s selfish and she will hate herself for it later if it works, but part of her hopes that the customer will assume no one is here to serve them and leave until later when someone else is behind the desk. that doesn’t end up being the case, however, and she slowly steps to the side so she is properly in the customer’s view. she looks at them and has to resist the urge to frown when she feels as if she should recognise them from somewhere, but she doesn’t. what is this, the third time now ?? it’s becoming more and more exhausting. ❝ um — no, i’m not busy. ❞ her voice is loud enough, but her tone isn’t firm, wavering slightly in the middle. she tries for a smile that she is sure must be shakier than intended. her customer service skills are abysmal. how did she even get hired ?? ❝ of course !! what — what can i help you with ?? ❞
although undoubtedly familiar to her , something about how bernadetta is acting makes her frown involuntarily for a split second . perhaps since it reminds her of their academy days , with how shaky she’s being . which is a shame , edel thinks as she remembers the other’s progress of becoming slightly more outgoing . of course even then it wasn’t drastic , as one would expect , but it was enough to show change — something that edelgard found pride in witnessing over the years . bernie’s personal growth was something she never thought to see , yet here they are in this new world and it seems as if many things have reverted . oh well , she supposes that’s how things are . maybe if bernadetta remembers , then maybe it’ll come back too . either way , el clears her throat before she responds . “ well , i was hoping if you could show me the best flowers to use as a reference ? i find myself very busy , however i enjoy painting ... so i was thinking , perhaps some flowers can inspire me . ” though she pauses with a slight chuckle , realizing how silly it may sound . “ if it’s an odd request , i‘m sorry . if it’s not too much to say , you simply strike me as the type to have a keen eye for these things . ”
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etlivnheart:
— HE’S TRIED TO IGNORE THE AFTERMATH OF … THAT EVENT , but it’s hard. It leaves him with questions left unanswered , questions that he doesn’t know if he wants answered - and so many feelings and yearns for people he doesn’t know too well , OR has never even met.
And then there’s her.
The woman from that night - the woman who , due to him never seeing her AFTER THAT , he was certain was another phantom like the rest of them. But then he sees her now , and almost freezes - her features are distinct and sharp and there’s an otherworldly clarity to her that makes him feel both MELANCHOLIC & SICK. Like … like she is a ghost , but in not the way he thinks. Like the last time he saw her , she was … she was …
He snaps out of his trance. El , El , El , El - Lips purse as his eyes trace over her frame , the eerieness of her form still unsettling for reasons that he can’t place ; but he strangely feels more of a yearn to open up , get closer. Like he’s wanted this , but for whatever he cannot describe. He wants to extend a hand out , but restraints himself , remaining entirely still. ❝ I’m so sorry ; I’m so - I’m rather … not much of myself today. Hello , it was … ❞ He pauses. He can’t find her name - what she told him it was , but his conscience soon slips from his lips as he asks , ❝ El ?? It was El , was it not ?? I hope I’m not mistaken. ❞
She asks how he is - and he can either lie and be positive , or be HONEST. But this is Dimitri , who has never been comfortable … letting any feelings that there’s anything wrong out. There’s too many eyes on him , he feels as if too many are COUNTING on him to allow him to voice how he’s bothered. Invisible eyes on his form he feels place every move he makes , and he replies , ❝ That night , admittedly - shook me a bit. I’m horribly sorry that was our last meeting , but I promise you I’m much better as of now. How are you faring ?? ❞
He chooses to lie.
a look of surprise flashes across her face . a nickname no one — besides dahlia’s twist of ellie — has said in ... well , she’s unsure how long it’s been . it feels like an eternity ; hearing him say it now gives her a heavier heart . “ i ... yes . you may call me el . actually , i would prefer it if you did . however , i don’t believe i caught your name ? ” it’s easy to feign cluelessness — not that it was pretending a while ago , but as more and more of her memories resurface , she has to wonder . all that time spent pretending she had no idea about the flame emperor’s plans ... edelgard holds in a sigh . that is the past and nothing can change it . yet as she allows dimitri’s words to sink in , she doesn’t know how to describe it . remorse , bittersweetness , the childish longing of wanting to keep him close despite doing everything that would inevitably push him away .
the final sentence of ‘ farewell king of delusion ’ buzzes in her ears as she absentmindedly nods . did he always have an eyepatch ? she can’t recall and she doesn’t remember one . is it her mind playing tricks again ?
“ i see . ” her voice is smooth , neutral . ( is it wishful thinking to perhaps hope this life might allow them to be kinder ? ) still , hesitation seeps into their speech — into their actions — and it doesn’t go unnoticed . or at least it’s how she feels , because if this life has taught her anything thus far , it’s that not everyone is against you . it’s a hard , terrifying concept to let people see you in a position that’s readily available to overpower . but , she’s taking baby steps . so if anything , she can extend it towards the only family she thought had left for the longest time .
“ i have to agree , it left a sour taste in my mouth afterward — though i’m alright now as well . ” while she still might not understand how people back in fódlan placed blind faith in the goddess , she almost prays that dimitri has a better life here away from it all . a tragedy : fully aware she can’t lament on what if scenarios , but it doesn’t make it any easier . stuck in a loop of leaning in and subsequently tearing away . “ it’s strange . i’ve had a revelation of sorts since that night . ” edel realizes he may not understand the meaning behind her chosen words , although in this moment she doesn’t suppose it matters anyway . “ tell me , do you believe in fate ? ” the question comes out before she can stop it . it clearly wasn’t fate for them to have their paths intertwine peacefully back home ; though now anything is possible .
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little sister
(based on this portrait of the romanov daughters)
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@bernievera
the sacred grove . a place she hardly finds time to visit , unless to see dahlia . though edelgard won’t lie , the carnations are her favorite — something that’s always been true , this life or past . her heart aches as she thinks about it , oh how frivolous she’s being . a soft sigh escapes her lips as pale fingers ghosting over various petals . this life is a new beginning , she reminds herself . a life without the harshness of fódlan — a life without those who slither in the dark ever existing . a freedom that seems too good to stay . although it has its own downfalls , edelgard can count her blessings . half expecting to find dollie when she eventually finds herself at the counter , she’s surprised to see different familiar face . one , however , that is hiding away the best she can . it brings a slight smile to her face . some things don’t change , she supposes . “ excuse me ? ” edelgard calls out , tone a juxtaposition of sharp and soft all the same , trying to catch the employee’s attention . “ are you busy ? ” she knows it’s probably hard for bernie , and she wonders if the other girl remembers or not . it’s arguably infuriating that she knows things she hadn’t prior , because now she struggles to be completely sure about those around her . what really happened to everyone ? where were they all from ? or were they always from this place ? it’s so many questions , not enough answers . “ i was hoping for some assistance ... ”
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📱 - lin
SAVED AS: LinhardtRINGTONE: Default
LAST 5 TEXTS:
EDELGARD (Nov. 28, 12 PM): Where are you ? Are you even awake ?EDELGARD (Nov. 28, 12:05 PM): Do not leave me on read , Linhardt . If you are not going to respond , please at least have the decency to turn receipts off .EDELGARD (Nov. 28, 12:05 PM): I understand you would rather sleep and not care if someone knows you received their message , however I believe you underestimate how many times I will pester you until you give me an answer .
EDELGARD (Nov. 30, 7:30 PM): I know it’s long past 7th of the Red Wolf Moon , but I hope you had a decent birthday in this world nonetheless .EDELGARD (Nov. 30, 7:32 PM): Sorry . I was just thinking about … everything , and remembered .
LAST 5 UNSENT TEXTS:
EDELGARD (Drafted Nov. 29): Do you miss home ?EDELGARD (Drafted Nov. 29): The home we all fought for . The home we dedicated our lives to , to change into something better.EDELGARD (Drafted Nov. 29): All that warfare , all the bloodshed . Now that I know what transpired , I sometimes find myself wondering if it was worth it . Especially considering that we are far from the empire these days .EDELGARD (Drafted Nov. 29): I remember Professor Manuela once told me some problems require drastic measures . She understood me , believed in our cause , despite believing in the goddess as well . Her words find themselves etched into my heart once more as I go about my day ; I know she was right . I know that all the sacrifices made were worth it , and yet … Well , I suppose I’ve spent so long without knowing that the weight of it is inevitably sinking in .EDELGARD (Drafted Nov. 29): Thank you for believing in me , too . Despite your consistent drowsiness and no apparent ambition , I am proud of what you managed to accomplish .
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castletownhqs:
Here are the memes for today’s meme day !! Remember to reblog this post , take out the memes you don’t want if you like , and link to yours characters’ askboxes !! Today we’re throwing some more character development memes at you , and will most likely have more prompts up next week so watch out for that !!
More Cellphone Headcanons ( heads up, this one gets pretty lengthy bt its worth it )
edel . genji . myde . dante .
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@etlivnheart
ever since their encounter at the ball , edelgard knew this was inevitable . and perhaps it’s worse now she remembers him — all but a name to the face that brings her such guilt . farewell , king of delusion . a scoff falls from red lips as she thinks of it . the most persistent memory she’s had , the very first she’s wrapped herself around ; he’s a real person and not some intangible figure haunting her imagination . the man she once thought of as another brother . another brother ultimately lost to something her uncle orchestrated . though , el must admit , it’s strange . in this life , he bears an eye-patch . a frown etches itself upon her visage as she steps forward tentatively . “ hello ? ” edelgard calls out to him curiously , voice calm as can be . it’s a practiced habit she’s falling into again , to close off her emotions because she can’t have people see her vulnerability . “ i’m sorry for interrupting . i believe we met at the masquerade ? ” for a moment when everything went to shit . oh , she wishes she met him face to face at a better time . although she supposes this could be it . “ i hope this isn’t somehow too forward of me , ” she speaks steadily with a quiet chuckle . “ but i was wondering how you’ve been doing ? ever since , you know . ” a pause . “ from what i can recall , you appeared rather distraught ... is everything is better now ? ” better . what a fickle word . yet , perhaps this life is a gift of sorts ; allowing them to properly rekindle what’s been lost — at least then that way she can rationalize it .
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“ updates ? oh , there have been ... plenty . some good , some bad . ” edelgard hums as she takes out her crown , placing it atop her head before she turns around to face amy . the scene playing out is reminiscent to the first time she brought it out for her friend --- right before the fated masquerade . except this time , edel knows far more than she ever thought possible . “ as you already know , i am dating dollie now . one of the better developments that have been made , i can assure you . however , ” she pauses with a sad smile , knowing that although she doesn’t need to hold back with amy , it might be a lot to take in . it’s still a lot to process for herself , no less . but because it’s her life , or rather former , she wants to share with those close to her . this life or a past , even the next ; true companionship was always difficult for her . and now that she has more of it ? she selfishly doesn’t want to let go . “ as it would turn out , i didn’t actually have to do that much digging into things . someone ... important to me , he decided to bring me in from the dark , so to speak . though i must warn you before going further , you may not believe any of it and i wouldn’t blame you . ” especially , edelgard realizes , that if her own life here is fabricated , would that not mean amy’s --- everyone else’s --- is , too ?
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she’s not angry . actually , she’s relieved --- just like she was with hubert . however , it does bother her slightly he’s managed to keep it from her this entire time . if not only because it was knowledge that could’ve saved her confusion . still as cool hues meet warm ones , her calm expression never falters . “ ferdinand , ” she speaks cordially as if nothing has happened . as if she didn’t have her memories of him and his constant ... loyalty to her , to their revolution , even in their darkest days , until not that long ago . a pest he may have been at times , he stayed . “ thank you . ” it’s simple , although the now faint softening of her eyes as she continues may hint to more than what she’s projecting . “ i suppose i can’t blame you for not telling me the truth . if i know you , i would say you were only doing what you believed was best --- i would expect nothing less . and of all people , i think i can understand that . ” yet when her gaze flickers from his momentarily , she clears her throat . “ all i can ask now is please forget seeing me vulnerable like that . i wasn’t myself and frankly , such behavior was unprofessional of me . no matter how i feel -- felt . ” and , no matter how much i trust you , it’s embarrassing . “ besides that , i am happy to have you here . unless of course , you have a list of complaints ready to read off ? but you should know , office hours are over for the day . ” her tone edges teasing and genuine , hinting towards how well known he’s become at the city hall .
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it never fails to amaze in the worst ways how life can change suddenly , but edelgard refuses to allow it to best her . there’s a list of people she needs to see , and work still keeps her undeniably busy . code enforcement officer . she almost laughs , a burst of melancholy , as she recalls what linhardt told her . she was an emperor . she supposes being an emperor in a place like this is unlikely , especially with the circumstances she had to become heir apparent in the first place . she’s glad no one else has to go through that . though as she drifts in thought , the tea spills and burns her hand slightly --- a sharp hiss leaves her lips as she reels back . “ you have to be joking , ” edel grumbles to herself , annoyed as her eyes shut for a moment . not to mention she hasn’t even redone the pastries , the first attempt burnt before dollie arrived . breathe , el . you’re the emperor , remember ? you have survived countless things , you can do this . with a determined sigh , pale hues now focus on nearby napkins . as she begins to clean up the mess , she calls out to her company . “ i must apologize , dollie . it seems our morning tea party will have to be delayed . ” a tea party . another thing that’s familiar , that feels right , but sounds out of place to use so casually .
after the spill is dealt with , edelgard pulls her hair back into a side-swept ponytail before walking towards dahlia in the adjacent room . “ we can always order something , instead . and i’m sure lys --- lyzabeth wouldn’t mind if i called to ask about treats from born and bread ... ” granted , she’s briefly hesitant ; lyzabeth being one of the people she needs to discuss certain things with , to see if she remembers or if she’s memory-less , too . nevertheless , she’s not about to let this interfere with her plans . it feels like forever since she’s genuinely felt drawn to anyone in such a manner . while she’s questioning many things involving legitimacy , edel is near certain her feelings might be real and not a burst of attachment due to something she had no control over . “ or we don’t have to do any of that , we can do whatever . frankly , i don’t mind -- i simply wanted to spend time with you , without worrying about .. well , everything . ”
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swcctcatastrophc:
&& — EVER SINCE FINALLY HEARING THE WORDS THAT THEY’VE BEEN DYING TO KNOW, henry… no - hubert , according to an old friend , had felt weird. lost , if nothing else , had been shattered within the past month. “i wasn’t expecting to see you here… i hope you don’t mind if i sit here.” clearing his throat , he presses his shirt down against his chest before , finally , going to sit down in front of her. “you name, it was …” he begins to trail off , eyes almost lighting up as the name forms on his tongue. edelgard. and in a second , a flood of emotion falls over him. anger , frustration , an unbelievable amount of sadness and for that moment , he blanks. “i - er , sorry. your name was something… edel , right? maybe… edelgard?” dark hues search her face for any sign of recognition before he finally looks down. “sorry. i believe we met at the ball.” / @sacrilegiovs
the way he says her name makes her pause ; newfound heartbreak in familiarity as she watches him intently . there’s one person that comes to mind --- and she smiles . while it’s faint , even melancholic if one looks close enough , it’s there . “ you have nothing to apologize for , ” she reassures him as she adjusts herself to sit more upright . although she wasn’t aware of it until recent events , a certain sense of relief surges through her . relieved he’s safe , like that’s all she can ask for . her companion through the darkest days , she can’t help but wonder how this life has treated him . the life without her , kind of like the one she faintly recalls mentioning once upon a time out of curiosity . “ but yes , you are correct ... hubert . ” although the name falls from her tongue with unmistakable ease , she’s tentative . as if she’s waiting for him to say anything that can help her understand more . “ a lot has happened since the ball , i have to say . ” an understatement . “ however i am .. happy to have run into you again . ”
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“May I be totally honest with you?” Linhardt inquires though he isn’t truly asking for permission, which becomes transparent when he carries on regardless. “I remember many things, I believe more than you or almost any of our friends,” he continues, staring down at his hands and fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket. “You were our emperor, but more than that you were one of my best friends. There were eight of us, the black eagles strike force,” he explained it as casually as he could. Though he was unsure if that was the right approach, but given the alarming information that was to come it was probably best if he did what he could to mitigate the effect any of his nervousness might have on her. “Ferdinand, Hubert, Bernadetta, Caspar, Petra, Dorothea, and the two of us of course. There was a war a… a terrible but justified war against the worst scum of the earth and we… we were together though it. Yet here, despite the presence of almost all of us, it seems most of our comrades, even you, have forgotten it all.”
as his words settle between them in a growing silence , she’s unmoving . a million questions buzz through her mind , overwhelmed yet somehow calm . as if she knew this somewhere deep down . she was their emperor ? black eagle strike force --- a war . “ the knights of seiros , ” edelgard mumbles absentmindedly , recalling the acidic taste it left behind . it’s stronger than it was before . forgotten thoughts and memories resurface and lash at her heart in a rush ; they tear viciously at false memories in an inevitable struggle . it aches madly , but now edelgard knows she’s survived worse . the goddess and society that she felt so betrayed by , her determination to set things right even at the cost of lives . a revolutionary spark to change what a corrupt society deemed as tradition . an urge to scream overcomes her then as realization creeps in to stay , and if her hands tremble she doesn’t notice . how can she , when all she sees is the domino effect of what she began ? no , of what she took into her own hands because no one else wanted to . the brunette locks of a younger self suddenly comes to mind --- the ghostly children . she was right to believe they’re her flesh and blood . what became of them , their family , was what colored her ostensible sacrilegious views to begin with . it was all for them and other children like them . like ... like ... lysithea , was it ? lysithea . she remembers . those who slither in the dark , she remembers .
her expression softens subconsciously as a grieved sigh escapes parted lips ; however , unlike her time at the mansion , she doesn’t cry . she wants to , but tears do not change the past no matter how often one mourns . a lesson she’s learned the hard way , over and over . “ linhardt . ” edelgard finally addresses him . her voice doesn’t shake like she perhaps believed it would , giving her a small boost of confidence . alright , el , one thing at a time . “ i am sorry . ” although the emperor of adrestia knows there’s nothing for her to be sorry about , logically , an albatross finds itself around her neck . “ i did not mean to forget , i promise you that . i have to admit , i don’t even remember doing so . it’s still rather foggy . ”
after her confession , edelgard looks away briefly , like she’s embarrassed . to be put in such a vulnerable spot , it makes her on edge . as if to detach from the topic of her chagrin , edelgard speaks again . “ ferdinand is ferdie , isn’t he . ” although said as a question , she doesn’t ask it like one . it’s more for her own confirmation : it would explain why she’s so drawn to listen to him , even if he is sometimes a bit ... much . “ did he know all of this ? ” she recounts the times they’ve interacted , how he would console her , so to speak --- how he would tell her she never needed to apologize . the ache in her heart pangs again .
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