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@zhemyna​ sends me a gift! <3

“Oh?”

Adrian’s pleasantly surprised to find the neat packaged on his doorstep. Picking it up, he looked around for whoever sent it, disappointed to find no one. “Thank you for the cake!” He said to no one before reentering his apartment and shutting the door.

Setting it on a table with the utmost care, he studied the note. Warmth spread through his chest when he finished, and he mentally noted to give Zhemyna something great in return for her kindness. He wanted to give her a hug and thank her for her thoughtfulness. We should talk more! he thought to himself, fetching a knife and plate to eat the cake.

Quickly removing the ribbons and bows, he smiled when the smell of sugar and glaze reached his nose. He sliced the cake and placed the piece on a plate, using his spoon to eat a small piece.

Delicious.

It’s not too sweet nor too bland, and the design was pleasing to the eye and it was perfect for the holiday season. The taste was heavenly and absolutely divine. What had he done to deserve such a pastry? Gratitude heavy on his chest, he scrambled to reach for his phone. He snapped a picture of the half-eaten slice, immediately sending it to the kind woman.

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[ → Zhemyna ] Thank you for the cake! It’s delicious and I wanted to tell you as soon as possible. Happy Winterings to you too.

“I used to read comic books a lot back when the Golden Age started,” Adrian stated. His interest piqued at the collection of Detective Comics issues neatly organized on the bookstore shelf. “...Oh, and I loved reading the ones with Batman before. I never got to finish it, though. Shame. I’ll reread it once I get home.”

When Gilen gestured to his cheek, Adrian put his hand to his own, mirroring the movement. His own skin at that area was untainted and unmarred, but he could only imagine what sort of event took place for a scar to last hundreds of years. He was fascinated to learn about the other’s history, and found himself admiring the Prussian’s resilience to such things.

With @kreuzmeinherz. ♡

Dawn was closely approaching by the time Adrian and a handful of his fellow Templars arrived at their destination.

He felt immense relief to find refuge and a proper place of rest, allowing his shoulders to sag a bit and letting out a noise of gratitude. They quickly passed by a few stationary knights that were taking watch as his little group came in peace. Dismounting his horse and securing it to a nearby post, Adrian turned and entered the field hospital, followed closely by his kin.

Recently, Guillaume’s leadership made them prosper in the Iberian peninsula, and their reputation was looking a bit lighter than it was a few decades ago (thankfully). Now, he needed to uphold being a polite visitor and see if assistance of any kind was needed anywhere.

Taking off his helmet, he knocked one of the doors.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

With @kriegisms. ♡

Even after centuries of dealing with blood and death, Adrian still gets shaken up at the sight of a brave soldier dying or getting maimed. It’s messed up; the way weapons have advanced and grew to inflict more pain on others. He can only pray peace will come eventually, and, from what he heard, the Germans retreated after attacks from the French and Americans overwhelmed them in Verdun.

That’s sort-of good, he supposed. He’s glad the battle ended, at least. That meant, for a short while, less people got hurt or got their lives taken away.

If only the war could end too.

As of the moment, all health staff were overworked to the bone, constantly trying to keep as many people as possible alive. Their efforts never seem to ever be enough though. If only he could duplicate himself to help more wounded and fallen, including from the other side... He sighed, moving to make another round of night patrol on his patients.

“Oh, sorry—“ Adrian immediately jerked his hand back. “It’s-it’s okay.” He gave the younger a small apologetic smile, sympathizing with the reaction. It’s not like he doesn’t have his fair share of marks himself. He doesn’t recognize most of Gilen’s, so they must’ve come after the Templars disbanded...