#areadri

          “. . . dimitri. . .?”  his  name  slipped  from  her  tongue  easily.  easier  than  most.  then  she  was  drawing  closer  ,  slowly  parting  through  the  mist.  each  step  brought  with  it  dread  and  hope  in  equal  parts.  and  when  she  searched  for  words  ,  none  could  be  found  but:  “so  you’re  here  too.”

She had never been into Yesteryear but there is Dimitri after the recent eclipse has appeared. He seemed to enjoy the place than being at Cotes where it landed on several people that came in Spirale recently. He was one of them. 

​“Dimitri?” She only called his name, probably she had some questions had to come out of her head. The current is how long had he been here?

⚔️ // true  excitement  is  realizing  it’s  your  best  friend’s  birthday  tomorrow  !

         byleth  squinted  at  the  sight.        —  ...  areadbhar?          breath  hitched.  fighting  back  the  new  wave  of  memories  that  crashed  all  around  ,  she  stood.  then  ,  she  was  throwing  her  coat  over  her  shoulders  ,  descending  down  the  steps  in  a  rush  of  pitter-patter  feet.  out  the  door  and  through  the  gate  ;  ignoring  the  bite  of  pavement  against  her  heel  until  the  sight  of  her  house  leader  froze  byleth’s  step  entirely.           ...  he’d  been  there  too  ,  hadn’t  he?  in  the  mists?  —  no.  no  ,  not  him.  merely  a  dream  she’d  conjured  in  her  weakness.           byleth  dared  a  step.  then  another.

          somehow  she’d  thought  —  that  it  might  be  more  difficult  to  find...

        “...  you.”

⚔️ // the  enlightened  one  let  loose  a  long  ,  slow  breath  that  fogged  in  the  moonlight.  she  watched  it  bloom  and  dissipate  from  her  perch  at  the  edge  of  the  mistwood  ,  then  glanced  upright  at  the  familiar  gait  of  boots  trudging  through  the  snow.  her  fingers  twitched  in  her  lap  ,  hidden  from  sight  beneath  the  dark  blue  of  her  winter   cloak.  glad  ,  as  ever  ,  to  see  him.  wanting  to  greet  him  ,  as  she  used  to.  as  she usually  did.            ...  refraining.  (  spiderwort  pricked  and  bloomed  across  the  back  of  her  palms.  )  byleth  lifted  her  chin  instead.

         (  a  spark  of  relief  ignited  within  ,  but  doubt  took  hold  in  the  end.  )

           “...  it’s  late.  “  she  said  ,  as  though  the  wee  hours  did  not  apply  to  herself.  tilting  her  head  ,  byleth  turned  to  face  him.  “have  you  come  to  shed  burden  in  these  holy  halls?”

She's still, doesn't move an inch. She's been on her knees, hunched over completely to where her forehead presses against the cold kitchen tile. Bloodied fingers are through short brown hair and she grips tightly. She refuses to look up. She REFUSES because she knows they'll still be standing right there.

"Please..." She says, voice weak and filled with exhaustion. "I'm so tired."

Just....what more do you want from me?

She knows Yamazaki stands over her with his shit-eating grin and she knows her 'counterpart' stands on the opposite side.

And....

Ismael hears footsteps. Heavy boots and they don't sound familiar. Her body VISIBLY tenses. Ismael is quick, but she might not even be quick enough. Regardless, she's grabbed a knife and she THROWS it at the source, only missing by a hair.

"...!" And when her eyes focuses on JUST who stumbled into her tornado-mess of a house she starts to feel the stinging of tears threatening to come again.

Where's Byleth?"