Countess of Reglay

BEACH  EVENT ASKS: X (still open!)

As the oceans breeze washes over the two of them, the loose strands of gold hair brushing around her face. The scenery around them was truly beautiful. The ocean always reminded Louise of home. Louise smiles gently at her husband then when her husband fixes his gaze on the horizon she fixes her gaze on it too. She gasps in childlike wonderment as she sees the whales in the distance. 

Louise jolts over to look closer, the boat rocks in protest. Soon water splashes onto her clothes and into the boat. She pays it no mind, however, she just stares in awe at the beautiful creatures in the distance. “Whales! I wonder how long they have been traveling.” She giggles softly and her eyes twinkle in delight at the creatures in the distance.

The countess looks over at her husband only now noticing that she had gotten quite a bit of water into the boat from her earlier actions. She laughs and her smile never fading “Ah it seems I became a bit overexcited and had some water splash into our boat...” She pauses for a brief moment but then returns to fix her gaze on the whales in the distance.

Louise then murmurs out loud “It reminds me of home...“ A sudden memory of her family going out on a boat when she was still pregnant with Claire. Louise was around five months pregnant. 

( The family had spotted two whales on the distant horizon from their boat. A young Klein would tug on her sleeve and then say enthusiastically “Mommy look there are whales!” She smiled at him and gently pet his head, “Yes there are, they are really amazing creatures they often have to travel hundreds of miles.” 

The boy looked up at her, then said “Like how Father and you would do sometimes?” She nods then picks the boy up pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead and the two stared out at the ocean. )

The memory always made her smile the found domestic moments between her families are ones she always held dear to her heart.

Children really do grow up fast. 

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@houseofreglay

Louise listens to him scanning over his face as he speaks, she could tell immediately that he was grieving. Something must have had happened during the time they were separated. She frowns squeezes his hands as he thumbs over her knuckles. 

She looks out at the sea, she had no idea how she was here nor how her family was here but for now, she chose not to dwell on it too long. Louise was usually the type of person not to dwell too much on the past, rather moving forward and being in the present. 

Though she also knew it was easy for her to say that considering she hardly remembered anything. 

( Only very few vivid images and when she tried to remember she always felt incredibly panicked as well as immense grief.  )

Though she did not know why, and she guesses its probably better that she does not remember. Despite that, she shared the feeling of being incomplete, that things were left unfinished. 

“It is strange, and I am sorry I don’t know what happened, however you know I am always here. Even if I may not understand I will still listen. I know somewhat of the feelings of something left unfinished. It’s frustrating because the feelings being there I don’t remember completely why and I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you.” She murmurs with furrowed brows, and as he moves his hands up to her arms and then holds her, she wraps her arms around him and gently places a soft kiss onto his cheek. 

“Though I may not know everything I believe you did all you could and I’m sure whatever brought us here believed that as well. However, I am glad that you are here and safe.” She says gently, and pulls away from the embrace, gently moving one of her hands to his face gently rubbing her thumb against his cheek. Her soft expression gently smiling at him and gently pressing a soft chaste kiss to his lips. 

Louise knows that her words may not help but at the very least she wanted Pent to know that things were going to be ok and that he did not have to bottle these feelings because they were supposed to be happy on a vacation. It was a rather nice place, but still grieving is just as important as relaxing. 

Louise was trying to gather her surroundings, her mind rather fuzzy from all that happened. However, when she hears her daughter she giggles softly. However, when she sees her red back she frowns. 

The mother sighs softly and checks her back to see how bad the burn was “Ah oh dear! I know you were trying to tan but I am afraid you are just like me where we just burn under the sun. Please wear something to cover so you do not get burned next time, for now, let's me grab some aloe to cool the irritation ok?”  She smiles gently and presses a gentle kiss on her daughter's head, and looks through the small bag she packed with things she found in the resort area. Aloe to ease the sunburn. She spreads some on her hands and gently rubs it over her daughter's back.

Louise was gazing off at the sea, it reminded her a bit of home, however her memory of the previous events are rather fuzzy. Other than the slight inkling of sadness, as well as a few new scars that she doesn’t remember having. 

She hears her son and she looks to him and a brief momentary panic flashes through her. Louise looks like a deer about to be captured by a hunter. However her expression quickly changes, to one that was confused, her eyebrows furrow. She then states “E-” She cuts herself off and just sighs.

( Why was she sad and shocked? What happened? Nothing- 

Everything feels so fuzzy. Why are there new scars on my arm?

This beach is nice but how did we get here? )

The countess then pulls her son into a tight hug and diminishes the feelings. She is sure it is fine, most likely just a bad nightmare. She then kisses his forehead, then says to him “I would love to, we may as well have some fun while we are here no?” 

Continuation after the Distrusts Wings Thread

After the battle with Tomyris is over, the countess falls to her knees. Louise let's out a heavy breath and just stays there for a minute.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment and the horrific image of Claude morphing into the the horrific deer. It was still ever present in her mind and that deer has haunted her ever since being here. 

( It was troublesome, and she didn’t know if this was a dream or a true reality. She hopped this was a nightmare, that none of this is real. Yet try as she may she cannot wake up from this terrifying place. 

 Briefly the image of her sons body laying on the ground- 

No- No more thinking horrific things. Its over, everyone in her group was injured but still alive that’s good everyone can recover and hopefully they make it back home. ) 

She forces a smile on her face and takes a deep breath. Louise then murmurs to herself  "Everything is ok. We are all a little banged up but we can recover."

It has been awhile since she has seen this many people injured in one place and yes she often helped in medical tents during the times in the battle, her husband was far more experienced and talented at helping those who were injured. However she would do her best with the little knowledge she had in the subject.

Louise had to remain strong so that she wouldn’t worry the people around her and besides some were in far worse condition than her.  Louise is on edge but still she has far more important things to attend to such as helping the injured and as well as finding out what comes next.

( For a brief moment she wonders if she will be able to see her husband, and other children again. It scares her, so many what if’s stirring in her mind - However she knows things will be Ok, they will find a way no matter what. )

Louise just hopes that the rest of her family is faring well, and not having to go through something similar. She then forces herself to stand, her arms were bleeding from the sharp talons that clawed her. 

Yet still, she smiled through the pain and the terror, even if she felt like crying she had to be strong for the people she loved most. they relied on her and she relied on them.

There is always the calm after the storm. Right now is that time.

She sighs softly, the clouds departing and she looks up at the sky, the dark clouds finally leaving and the nothing but the bright blue sky and the sun beats down onto her face. 

Louise would never forget this, but still she was happy that there was at least small things to be happy about.

yieldeddesertofulir​:

Can’t that thing just die?!

Seriously, I feel like this is going on for too long now! It feels like we’re getting nowhere, even if we really are. Damn it!

Calm down, Patty, calm down. I mustn’t get myself too upset. We have made some progress, even if it feels like more of a slog than before. We’re fast approaching the end. Besides, even if I die here, it won’t be my friends - most of who are more important than just some thief like me. And even then, I doubt I’ll die in the first place.

Keep positive. It’s gotten me through the worst, and it’ll get me through this!

(Roll - 2 + 2 = 4) (Miss)

…more could be said about my ability to fight though. The arrow bolts off too far to the left and even if it was on target, it would fall short. Annoying, but expected, with my apparent drawbacks.

Even though it’s still a dud, the wyvern notices it, and me. Easy pickings, for sure. Maybe it’ll go easy on me, since I do look like I’m halfway dead, and that’s not technically incorrect.

(Roll - 16 - 4 = 12) (Regular hit)

Ok, nevermind. Harder than I expected, much harder than I expected. The wind picks up, battering against me. I manage to escape the worst of it just barely, but it’s too strong to keep straight.

Soon, the ground collides with me, or is it the other way around? I can’t tell. Is this… it?

It hurts to do most things, aside from laying down and breathing. Breathe in, out, in. If I can breathe, I can live. And I’m not dead just yet, dragon. I’m not dead!

She underestimated me, thought I was too easy to kill. I honestly don’t blame that beast; I am nearly dead, after all. Maybe it’s best to lie down, try to keep calm. Don’t move at all. Keep your weapons close.

Play dead. Keep positive. And survive.

I hope…

Next - @weirdteafever

Louise watches as the wyvern hisses and screeches at its attackers. She felt bad for a minute but she new that the wyvern would not hesitate to kill them all. She watches as the wyvern flaps its wings and gusts of wind surrounds the group.

Louise rolls a 11 to dodge! Hit

Louise is hit by the gust of wind as she attempts to dodge, the wyvern was very powerful. She is pushed back into a wall and she winces in pain as her back slams against the wall. Louise after the winds let up she grabs an arrow and then hooks it onto the bow string and fires. 

Louise rolls a 12! Hit! -2 HP to Tomyris. ( Using Steel Bow, -2 attack +1 ) damage)

The wyvern was looking on its last legs of health, however it still retaliates against Louise’s attack. The wyvern lunges at her and slashes its talons at her. 

Tomyris rolls a 9! Barely Hit

Louise just is barely hit again, the talons scrape against her back and she hisses in pain. She hopes that someone can finish the wyvern off before someone dies. 

She smiles at her team mates and hobbles away. “Only a couple more attacks we can do it! I believe in you all.”

swordbecomesdestiny​:

Every action has an equal opposite reaction. Byleth watched the creature lash out and struggle under the onslaught from several sources and took what she figured was as good of an opening as she would get, diving under the wvyern with the Sword of the Creator drawn, angled upward to slash its torso.

Roll: 14, hit, +.5 damage for SotC, 1.5 damage

Roll: 4, Crest activates

She slid backwards against the ground as the sword dug in deep. Her Crest of Flames activated and she could immediate;y feel her previous hit start to heal, but the moment of relief was too long. Just as her old wound healed, the wyvern roared and attempted to stamp her out like a bug or rodent under it.

Roll: 16-2, 14, hit, 1 damage

It paid her back nearly in full, crushing one of her ankles under it in a solid hit. She shouted but could still stand, gripping the sword hilt with determination. A sprain and some cuts, then. If she couldn’t run, she had to call upon powers beyond her as she prepared to strike again. High in the sky, the clouds shifted their motions, a hint of sunset red tinting them as they began to swirl like the beginnings of a storm, rotating slowly with the eye right above her.

@lethalbeautyofetruria​

Louise watches her teammates battle the wyvern, the wyvern using magic attacks and physical attacks. She barely hit on her last turn, but this turn she hopes she can actually successfully hit the wyvern. If not she is going back to training, because she has never had so many issues before. 

The archer grabs an arrow hooks it onto the bowstring aiming at the wyvern’s wing. 

Louise Rolls a 3 miss!

As she draws the bowstring she accidentally let’s go too soon. The arrow falls to the ground in front of her, she stares in annoyance at the bow at her feet. She picks it up and throws it with her hand at the wyvern, it just bounces off the scales of the winged creature. She sighs in annoyance and sighs softly.

Tomyris Rolls a 4 miss!

However when the wyvern lets out a telltale screech and as it ready to use magic she jumps out of the way just in time. It misses her completely she breathes a sigh of relief, “Well at least the wyvern missed as well.” She mumbles to herself.

( Louise reminds herself to go to the range more often after this is over. She has become very rusty apparently. )

swordbecomesdestiny​:

It felt wrong, even with the evidence before her eyes that this beast was a monster. That talk of being someone Claude could depend on, and now having to turn her blade on a lookalike of his mount, all of them fighting against these twisted forms of pieces of him. Her bond to anyone from the monastery was small, but this… this was not a simple job or an honorable fight. It wasn’t Claude or his wyvern, not the originals, but it still felt like snipping the one string to someone else she’d tied in this time.

She raised the Sword of the Creator and leveled it at the beast, trying to not think of it as the Barbosa’s prized wyvern, but a full fledged enemy. That it looked so warped now helped her.

Sadness? Grief? Is that was this was? It had no place here.

She turned it into action, kindling the dust of despair inside of her into a flash of rage. Rage that Claude was taken from them, that every bit of him was turned into this.

Roll for Wrath Strike: 11, hit, hit plus Sword of the Creator is 1.5 damage

The Sword of the Creator lashed out, vertebrae of malicious red flung forward with her own force and a will of it’s own, guiding the sharpened bone into the flesh of the wyvern. She stayed light on the platforms of her feet, alert as she cut through part of its torso. The wyvern screeched and beat its wings. Byleth dodged the wingbeats themselves but didn’t anticipate that the creature could use magic—

Roll for Tomyris: 9-2 from Louise, 7, barely hit

Harsh, invisible blades of air cut through the space in front of her and one of the edges clipped her shoulder. Byleth winced and stood her ground, teeth grit but otherwise unfazed.

“I’m sorry,” she said under her breath, and braced herself to strike again with a deep stance and bent knees, ready to spring in any direction.

—Next @lethalbeautyofetruria​

Louise watches in horror as Claude transforms, she felt sick, this twisted world felt like a nightmare. Somehow her son was alive, again, she was relieved but still, she was terrified something she would never be able to forget. 

What if it happens again? -

Her breath hitches and she feels tears well up around her eyes, and a vivid image pops into her head.  Her son laying on the ground and the sound of a sword tearing from- 

No, she can’t think about that. Louise shakes her head and blinks the tears away. She needs to focus on what’s here in front of her, her son was alive, and she had to fight a wyvern.

( She then thinks to herself : “Steady your breathing, it will be ok. Focus on the future, soon this will be over and things can go back to normal and teach the students archery.” )

The archer takes a deep breath and grabs an arrow, her hands were unsteady as she hooks the arrow onto the string, she draws the string of her bow and aims at the wyvern then fires. Louise was able to do all of this quickly, from practice, however, her hands were unsteady and her heart was hammering in her chest. 

Louise rolls a 7 (original roll was 5 but add 2 for attacks)! Barely hit (-0.5 HP for Tomyris) 

She winces as the arrow barely hits the wyvern, she sighs softly in disappointment. Louise then quickly pays back attention to the creature in front of her. However, before she knows it the wyverns sharp claws then slash at her trying to tear whatever flesh it can grip with its talons. 

Tomyris rolls a 9 (original roll was 11 but subtract 2 for enemy attacks) Barely Hit

Louise darts back, however, the wyvern just barely slashes her arm, she winces in pain as the blood trickles from her arm. She would be fine, but still, a wyverns claws are painful. 

( She just hopes this nightmare would end soon. She wanted to return to the academy, however, her faith in being able to return to the academy dwindles every day, if this was a nightmare it was incredibly vivid. )

Takes place after Soleil, Erk’s, and her battle when Erk died. 

Louise feels tears pour down her face as she falls to her knees, her and Soleil somehow escaped but her son... Louise closes her eyes and she sees her son kneeling on the ground as blood soaked his clothes and stained the grass beneath him. 

Louise covers her mouth as a scream rips through her lungs. Why... Why didn’t he just listen to her? She didn’t need to be protected. It was her job to protect her children. Not the other way around, yet why? It still happened. 

Fate is cruel, and she wishes she was stronger, she just stares empty at the ground as wet hot tears pour down from her face. She closes her eyes  momentarily and the scene of his death plays again. 

Erk’s hand moved to his chest, the sword impaled him through the chest. The uncomfortable sound as the myrmidon slid his sword out clearly played in her ears. ( She would never forget it, it would haunt her dreams for as long as she was alive. )

His legs to give out and he fell to his knees, one hand shakily supporting him, the other still holding onto his side which was wounded. His eyes going dark, and then never opening again. 

The sound of Louise’s guttural scream rang through the battlefield, she could hardly recognize her own scream. It was so raw and full of anguish, she was sure everyone could have heard it. She was frozen in fear, during it, she couldn’t do anything.

Louise eyes open and she realizes she was no longer on the battle field, her whole body was trembling. She looks at her hands, they were covered in her own blood. She had forgotten she was badly injured, her body was completely running on adrenaline the whole time. 

Louise’s face was incredibly pale, she was sweating yet still freezing cold. She could feel her heart hammering outside of her chest. She wraps her arms around herself and just sobs. 

Eventually she just lays down and feels her eyes growing heavy. She was exhausted, and she didn’t want to move. Her breathing would come in short little gasps, and her body would be filled in pain at every gasp. She needed to tend to her wounds but she felt like her body was made of metal, she gave up.

She disappointed everyone, her husband, her daughter, her two sons. They would never forgive her. It was all her fault, she wasn’t strong enough. She disappointed everyone who was out on the battlefield. She couldn’t do anything, she was useless. She just lays in the grass and tears poured on the sides of her face.

The Start of An Invasion

sweat, tears, stampedes, screams. images and sounds that were visceral, recognizable long after pain was gone, after sleep was regained and happiness easily found. she wakes up to shouting; pained gasps, the squelch of blade against blood and organ— a scream. it’s cold, how early? the sun hasn’t risen. how many deaths, already? how many defenseless, how many injured, how many in need of—

the mercenary bolts outside, steps swayed by the suddenness of it all. metal against metal and metal against tongue, mouth dry when teeth dig deep into her lip. soleil grips onto the hilt of her sword, harder than she can— gods know that too tight of a grip was bad form,— and she brings her shield closer to her body, advancing. bleary is the world in her eyes as she squints against the early dawn, trying to make of it what she can; a flash of magic, there ( another scream ), red that drips over the tents in such a gory fashion that she sought to wipe it all away.

and then, there it was: a wisp of blonde, bleak golden then depraving red, a choked voice, staggering form imminent. in her peripheries, the spark of magic that grew at another’s hand, and just as quickly as it had come- diminishes into nothingness as the caster’s body slammed forward. soleil gasps, and she charges forward. the mage had not fallen completely, but the soldier— imperial, as she had just recognized it— reveres in spontaneity, and a previously stainless lance is stained as it cuts cleanly through the mages side. 

lungs burn as do her legs; presses forward, strides larger, her hands swing by her side, pushing her body. the soldier sees her coming, and falls into a braced position; lance protruding and ready to stake, blood-tipped end meant for soleil’s own flesh. determination courses through her, pain and remorse blinding better plans of action, and she slides. sword forward, catch the soldier by the chips in the armor by the torso and— pain shoots up her back. it chokes a gasp in her throat; iron fills her mouth and ground wipes itself on her body as she’s thrown to the side, lance leaving the wound in her back. she rolls over, gasping— what happened to her smiles…? she couldn’t… this wasn’t it, was it? to end with such an expression on her face— that’s… just pathetic.

@lethalbeautyofetruria​ !

“No! Erk-” Was the only things she was able to get out before the lance pierced her sons side. She feels her knees buckle, she screams as she watches the blood pour from the wound. 

No- She wouldn’t let him die, she wouldn’t be able to withstand having to bury her own son. 

Suddenly a flash Pink but before the girl could arrive she also fell. Louise’s chest heaves and her eyes darken how could they do this to children? She knew war was savagery but this was a new level. It filled her with rage, her whole body trembled. 

Stay Alive. Stay Alive. Save them both. 

A mother should never have to bury her children. 

She forces her feet to run as she stands in front of them both, she looks back at the two of them, her eyes were filled with tears but she was still smiling at the two. She was trying to reassure them she wouldn’t let them die. 

One of the myrmidons charges her, the soldier slashes at her shoulder. A bright flash of white as she feels a sting of pain and the hot blood pours down from her arm. She collapses to the ground, she hisses out in pain however she looks back at them once more then screams to the two of the, “GET OUT OF HERE. RUN. LEAVE ME." 

Calm down - they can escape, fire your bow you can do this, it will be ok- it will be ok-

She grabs a arrow with shaky hands, aims her bow, draws the string and fires it misses-. what was wrong with her? Why can't she calm down? Why can't she protect her own son, and the girl with pink hair. 

She was cold- the trickles of blood dripping onto the ground. The blood was pooling around her, and she was pale. 

Her eyes are filled with fear, she was scared to die, but if it meant that her son and the other girl would survive then so be it. The smile on her face never fades. She just stares back at the two and pleads for them to leave before they die. They needed to survive, even if she couldn’t. 

The only regrets she had is that she never got to say goodbye to her family, and that she wasn’t strong enough. She thinks in her head, even if the rest of her family couldn’t hear her right now she hopes that they would still know how much she loved them.

I’m sorry Pent, I know we just reunited but it seems this may be my last I am sorry I couldn’t protect our son properly. I am sorry Clarine, I am sorry Klein, and Dieck, and Erk, I am so sorry, please keep living. I love you all so much. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be stronger for all of you. 

Starter for @devotedscholar & @sunisoleil

Louise woke up to the sound of screams, it wasn’t the first time that she woke up to the sound of screams still, she would never get used to it. The dream she had already scared her and now that there was a battle outside she was not entirely ready but she would force herself to be. The smell of blood immediately overwhelms her and her immediate thoughts were to grab her bow and arrow. She stumbles to her feet, her heart beating rapidly, she had to calm down or she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands stable.

Louise then grabs her bow and arrows and bolts out the tent. She didn’t have time to braid her hair so it was a mess around her waist. The wind brushes through her long blonde hair as she sees the scene of a massacre in front of her. The next thoughts were, Where was Erk? Is he ok? 

However, three enemies appear in front of her, she glares at them then quickly grabs an arrow, she draws the bowstring with the arrow attached back her shoulders stretching. She attempts to slow down her breathing as well as her heart rate which was pounding in her ears. However, her blonde hair sweeps onto her face and she couldn’t see. She tries to brush her hair out of the way and attempts to aim the arrow but misses terribly. 

The archer winces and as she moves her hair out of the way, the soldier rushes at her with a lance. She couldn’t move away in time to protect herself, and soon enough she was slashed by the lance. She holds back a scream from pain, her eyes brimming with tears, her right side was slashed as well as her arm. Blood pours from the wounds and clothes, she staggers at first, but she remains standing vigilant. 

thelordoftheair​:

Tibarn considers what was just said carefully, initially not adding anything, merely nodding in agreement to the last thing Claude says. He takes a while to weigh both the words spoken out loud, and those in his mind.

“… So, you really don’t know us, huh.” He finally mutters.

At least one pair of confused eyes turns to him, and the Hawk continues: “Let me ask you something. Might sound weird, but bear with me. I’m also trying to get a grasp on this entire affair. You too went to the Officers Academy and were leader of the Golden Deer House, weren’t you?”

Though visibly confused by the question, the older Claude confirms, so Tibarn keeps going. “You see, as far as we’re concerned, so is he” - he points to the younger Claude - “and we too are from the Academy. All three of us are teachers there. Somehow, you have the Byleths with you, but you don’t recognize most of our group at all, and judging by your reaction to my wings, I trust you’re genuine about it.”

He closes his eyes and crosses his arms, allowing himself a very brief break before continuing his train of thought. “Now, even if you did know us, I would still understand your wariness - you’re in a rough spot and a single mistake can cost many lives you’re responsible for.” He pauses. “Believe me, I’ve been there.”

“… But there are some of us that, as far as the Claude we know is concerned, are also from the Golden Deer House. Myrrh and Patty, for example. Either you should have recognized them, or they should simply be here with you from the beginning. Perhaps there would even also be two of them running around.”

He relaxes his posture somewhat, leaning forward with his head resting on his hand. “Now, why we ended up in some sorta reality where you never met us is interesting to think about, but ultimately pointless. Because the truth is, we have a similar goal. We’re all in a mess that we need to get ourselves out of.” He straightens himself up. “And I feel like helping you through your situation may be the solution to ours. To that end, you have nothing to fear from us.”

“… I for one would be glad to assist you in whatever way I can. Though that would require you to actually allow me.”

> @lethalbeautyofetruria

... With a sigh, the older Claude leans back, clearly deep in thought. "...Do you guys know the Battle of the Eagle and Lion?" At the younger Claude's nod, the older one continues, "Well, history is about to repeat itself. We've known that crossing into Imperial territory would result in the Imperial army trying to intercept us with an attack. At this rate, it's looking more and more like we're going to have a major battle at Gronder Field." A wry, humorless smile. "I hear that Edelgard herself is leading the charge. Talk about a class reunion, am I right? She's bringing her all to this fight, and so am I. You say that you are on my side, right? Then help me win this fight, for the sake of the Alliance and all of Fódlan."

Louise is hesitant the idea of charging head first into war scares her a lot, however if she could help she would. “I dislike that it has gotten to this point, why declare war when she could have inspired change through other means... However I have experience with battle, my husband was a Mage General and I would protect him.” She frowns but looks into the older Claude’s emerald green eyes. 

Louise trusts him but she feels sad considering how much he probably has lost due to this war, one that didn’t have to start and children forced to fight against there classmates it hurt her to see that. 

She takes a deep breath, and sighs trying to think of a few things to say, there’s nothing she can say that will change the situation. “I will help you, but is there any way we can avoid this battle? Such as peace talks or treaties, I don’t think more blood spilled will change or help anything even if we capture Edelgard her followers will still keep fighting, more and more people will die and in the end no one will win.” She hopes this doesn’t cross a line but in her experience of seeing many wars or hearing about them, she felt it important to state how she truly felt. 

Louise fumbles with her hair for a bit, then continues her statement“I know I haven’t been here or know totally what happened. However it may not work but still if there’s any way to save lives of others we should take it. I am not afraid of battle, I am afraid of more innocent people suffering. I am sorry if I crossed a line and if you have already attempted peace talks but I am begging that you please consider it...”

devotedscholar​:

His cheeks puff out slightly in indignation at being checked over, but Erk allows it for the sake of making her happy. If he fussed about it, he’d be sure she would press more about it no doubt. A sigh of defeat escapes him and he concedes to letting her do as she wants. Perhaps it was best for the moment not to mention how badly he wanted to keel over and never move again when they had arrived here.

“Oh, I-” he trails off as she kisses his forehead. Was this uncool? He was sure it was uncool. (Not that he was the stunning image of style over here, but he didn’t need anymore fodder given Everything He Was.) Hopefully nobody would pay close enough attention to them. Or ignore it. Whichever. “It is quite hard to prevent myself from worrying about you when you are here…” There was an implied and he’s not to watch over you that he was afraid to vocalize.

He paused in thought, hardly noticing his hair being braided - it wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time surely, that she’d do it. “Your optimism is a blessing, truly. I am uncertain myself as to what exactly we should be doing given what is happening, but I assure you that knowing you’re here inspires me to attempt my best whatever may be thrown at us.” 

“I’m glad that at least I could offer you a bit of happiness provided the situation, of course! If there is ever anything I can do for you while we’re here whether right now or later, please do not hesitate to holler at me, okay?” Erk glances at her patiently, ever eager to be of use to her.

Louise holds back the small giggle when her son’s cheeks puff up, she finishes his braid but she is sure it will come out because she doesn’t have anything to tie it with at the moment. “I know, but you know I am fully capable of protecting myself. However, I also worry about you being here and what could happen but it is a mother nature to want to protect her kids not the other way around. Do not worry about me, I will be careful I promise.” She gently takes Erk’s hand in her callused one and squeezes it in reassurance. 

Louise just gently rubs her thumb against his knuckles and swings their arms a bit. “Thinking positive may be all we have at the moment, and life may throw hurdles at us but we always jump over them. I am sure you will do great, you always do.” She smiles and sighs softly while looking around at the surroundings. She hopes everyone is able to make it out of here.

Louise drifts into her thoughts for a few moments, then feels her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She didn’t know how they even got here, was it magic or something else? If only her husband was here, he would probably be able to figure out what happened and how they got here. She then quickly returns her attention when he looks at her patiently, 

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking about how we got here…” She trails off but shrugs deciding that its best maybe not to think about it too much. She knew about some magic but most of the time when she tried to study magic she only left more confused than before. 

Louise smiles gently at her son, she often felt that she was the luckiest person ever to have such amazing and talented kids. She was proud of all her kids, but Erk has come so far.