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            “I’m SORRY do you even HEAR yourself?” Mica asks, “You sound CRAZY, and I live in a town full of ALIENS.”

              “How do you EXPECT me to believe you?”

“It doesn’t really make a difference if you do or don’t.” He says, annoyance bubbling up in his throat -- He doesn’t need to be believed. There’s no point in being believed.

“RUDDIGER–! No! Bad raccoon, what are you– DOING–?!” He’s trying his hardest to CATCH the rascally little creature, but the raccoon is clearly not having ANY of it. As Varian DIVES in an attempt to grab Ruddiger, he accidentally slides right into someone’s feet. “I– Um… WHOOPS. I am… SO SORRY–” | @biskmatartm​

It’s a lot of commotion to take in, and certainly more than he’d more typically be attentive to. And yet, the attempt to grab the small impish furry creature launches the other right into his periphery in a way he simply can’t ignore, as the creature crawls right over him.

-- If he were a different person, with different circumstances, perhaps he’d’ve laughed. Instead, he cracks a small smile, eyes dancing with the amusement his mouth simply won’t (maybe, it’s because they’re not human that they’re not allowed to laugh? maybe they’d consider that later.).

Their gaze meets the other’s for just a brief moment, before looking away, joyous mood attempting to fizzle out. “It is quite alright... It looks as though you’re having... quite the struggle with that friend of yours.”

A hand offered, to the practically-faceplanted-on-the-ground alchemist, the synthetic being gestures with the other to the quickly-escaping raccoon. “If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind helping you.”

 ❛     i’ m   not   here   to   cross  blades   ,   that   i   can   assure   you   .     ❜        on   the   contrary   ,   you   cannot   ;   even   IF   circumstances   benefited   you   greatly   .   since   the   resurrection   of   ivalice   ,   YOUR   ivalice   -—-   the   snowy   ,   run   of   the   mill   ordinary   town   with   its   ordinary   townfolk  -—-   has   rendered   you  to   be   completely   unable   from   doing   CHIVALROUS   acts   with   swords   and   magick   ,   such   as   the   previous   world   provided   .

 any   (  if   all   )   sensible   individual   might   cling   on   the   decision   to   FLEE   immediately   ;   panicking   ,   as   treasuring   own   life   most   .   and   yet   here   you   are   ,   coinciding   with   an   enemy   that   lusts   for   your   blood  .   despite   of   it   all   ,   you   are   somewhat   -—-   calm   ,   collected  .   weary   eyes   took   a   sight   at   the   other’s   blade   -—-   they   TREMBLE   (   perhaps   out   of   spite   ?   fear   ?   you   could   not   tell   )   .   but   ,   you   sympathize   with   them   .   were   it   not   for   montblanc   to   guide   you   ,   wouldn’t   you   have   acted   the   same   as   llednar   ?   DESPERATE   for   answers   ,   clouded   with   uncertainty   of   the   present   and   future   ;   it’s   probably   the   reason   why   you   wanted   to   meet   them   as   soon   as   words   spread   of   a   suspicious   individual   nearby   :   you   want   to   be   their   guide   .

 ❛     if   you   must   know   ,   THIS   is   the   original   ivalice   before   mewt’s   mo   -—-—-     no   ,   li   -   grim   granted   mewt’s   wish   of   a   different   world   ;   i’ve   done   NOTHING   but   restored   it   to   its   former   state   .     ❜    your   voice   is   stern   in   your   beliefs   ,   yet   you   knew   they   wouldn’t   take   that   answer   just   like   that   -—-   just   like   YOU   were   in   the   infamous   dream   land   .   ❛     you   are   CONFUSED   ,   i   understand   that   much   ,   please   calm   down   .     ❜     ignoring   the   violent   question   ,   you   removed   your   scarf   ,   an   attempt   to   HELP   as   legs   began   to   walk   across   snowy   field   towards   them   .

There’s no point in fighting an enemy that won’t fight back. Especially, not like this -- in a world like this. Their grip loosens -- not enough, surely not enough. And while he doesn’t trust a word the other says -- he sheathes it, keeping fingers gently on the hilt. Just in case.

The enemy could be planning just about anything -- and they’re hardly going to let his guard down, let alone relax.

... No, he doesn’t trust Marche in the slightest, not even a little bit. And they wince at the words.

“This is the ‘original’ Ivalice.” Llednar repeats, not believing the words even as they fall from his own mouth. And yet, everything so uncertain, so confusing -- it’s terrifying, he thinks, but he’d never say that out loud.

Though he flinches at the action -- the attempt to help from his worst enemy -- maybe something deep, deep down in their heart --

He doesn’t trust, but this is ‘real’, and this is new, and this is something Marche Radiuju is clearly more familiar with than Llednar Twem is. ... So they take a deep breath, inhale, and...

Exhale, the hand leaving the hilt of his sword. For now.

“... I do not believe you. I do not trust you, in the slightest.” His nerves are still screaming at him, telling him no, no, this is the wrong thing to do --

“You.” Llednar unsheathes his blade -- fingers clutch tightly to the hilt of his sword, fiercely gripping as his knuckles whiten in rage.

He points the knightsword at Marche with a fury in his eyes. Tch. No wonder he hadn’t trusted the invitation. This was, after all, the person he was made to destroy.

And yet... something differs here. Something is off. This isn’t Ivalice, after all -- At least, not the Ivalice he knows. The reason he’d been late -- he was a sore thumb in a town like this, wielding a large weapon around -- he didn’t look right here.

The cold winter air feels so wrong on his skin -- snow, gently falling onto his fingers and the blade that he points at his foe. But as he shakes, is it his anger--? Or is it the cold causing him to tremble?

“What have you done?” Whatever was going on here -- it was clear the reason he’d ended up here was the foe in front of him.

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@biskmatartm​ said:

“The only good thing about it is that once it’s over, all of the chocolate goes on sale.”

         “Don’t get me WRONG I adore the chocolate but…” She trails OFF.

                                “I dunno, having a day DEDICATED to showing someone how much you LOVE them?” she smiles.

             “I think it’s nice.” Alice sighs, “I bet it’d be REAL nice to be on the receiving end for once.”

“... I think that might be why I hate it.” Llednar shakes his head. It’s a shame, but... “Even if somebody ‘loved’ a replacement like me, it wouldn’t be worth it. And why... Think about them? They’re no longer here.”

Maybe he’s bitter because all of the people he loved are gone. Maybe he’s bitter because he’s lonely. But maybe he’s bitter because he doesn’t feel like he deserves happiness, lost and without a purpose.

@biskmatartm​​   Valentines day s.c  

“Isn’t this the cutest holiday EVER…. everyone’s in love and there are hearts EVERYWHERE.   Someone even cut their shrub into a heart to express their feelings for their neighbour.  I hope it works out for them”

It’s a cold enough day. Something about the cold makes Llednar think of snow -- and he hates snow. Why does he hate snow? --Was there a reason for it?

The memories he has -- the feelings he has -- sometimes they don’t really align. After all, it’s not like it snows much in Ivalice...

Perhaps his memories and feelings don’t matter -- these feelings he’s not sure are even his. It’s strange, though, nonetheless.

He can’t help but physically cringe when he spots another ‘person’. Llednar isn’t really a ‘person’, though -- is he.  An almost wistful sigh escapes his lips.

       ❝   good to know who to blame every time i have to endure some new stupid celebration in corona – would’ve loved if they added in ‘ ladies in waiting don’t actually have to set these things up ‘. you know – for the future ladies in waiting.   ❞