Linhardt was unfortunately used to fighting monstrous creatures, but it wasn’t something they enjoyed, and was definitely not what they wanted to do in order to get out of this place. But it sounded like it was their only option---though they held high hopes to find some other way out. Or, rather they were praying there was some other way out.
Almost slipping as they rounded a corner, they bit their tongue as they forced themselves to push through the fatigue that was very quickly enveloping their body. How they wished they’d taken Ferdinand up on those morning jogs now back home, or... Damn, they couldn’t try thinking about that void in their head now, it was not the time to be spacing out.
That moment of misdirected thought was enough though for them to slip, and skid directly into someone else in the hallway. Groaning, they sat up from where they had been knocked onto the floor, rubbing at their side and looking over to see who they’d crashed into. It took only a second to realize who it was, and there was a sense of relief that washed over them.
“I see you also got trapped down here Claude,” their words were a bit too casual for the situation, but even still they pushed themselves back up, eyeing the water at their feet hesitantly.
“I don’t suppose you have a plan on how to get out of here mapped out, do you? I’ll frankly take anything though the lowest on my list is to be fighting our way through to the stairway...”
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It's not that Sylvain wasn't expecting to run into anyone else down here - he hadn't seen anyone in passing, not yet, and he knows he shouldn't be surprised that it's him of all people that he could've bumped into. Maybe a handful of other people, but he's heard enough stories to find it sort of fitting to find Claude in a massive library, also surrounded by books.
The stack in his own arms rivals the pile beside the other, and Sylvain can't help the wry looking smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips.
"Fancy meeting you down here, huh?" He's not exactly surprised, but he could at least let it seem like he was - even if only a little bit, "Didn't think you'd have risked getting wet after all that snow probably soaked you to the bone." It's more teasing, bordering on a playful sounding jab, and Sylvain accentuates that with a wink. Just one, and he shifts away from where he'd basically kicked Claude's chair in his effort to pass him by, turning to place down the ridiculous stack of books in his arms onto the table beside him.
There's an unspoken question of 'do you mind?' as Sylvain pulls a chair out opposite to the shorter man and raises an eyebrow, hesitating in actually sitting, "Find anything worth sharing?"
“Watch it. This place looks pretty old.” Unsurprising, given that it seems abandoned...or lacking upkeep, if not. Certainly, it would be foolish to just charge ahead blindly, abandoned or not ( though he doesn’t seem like that type, thankfully enough ). Even if perhaps their largest concern is a papercut and some faulty flooring, at most— what were they even trying to research here, he wonders...? Given how easily accessible this place was, it doesn’t seem like a good sign, so perhaps the real secrets were hidden further away? Hm. He’ll have to speculate on that a little further.
Really, the fact that they can just wander in like this leaves him a little uneasy: but then again, it’s probably natural to have his guard up at a time like this, especially for someone like you. If he hears anything else but them, he shrugs it off as being a rat ( do they have rats down here? Maybe a newt or something would be more fitting...that does not stop a chill from running down his spine ).
“Ugh, honestly. What on earth would they need a place like this for? Surely if it was important they would’ve destroyed the evidence...?”
Something Rhys had never considered was how he would be perceived outside of the little bubble of familiarity he had on Helios. There and even on Pandora, having cybernetics wasn’t actually that odd. Some even chose to have them over having them in necessity.
He thought his was still super cool though. His right arm was a bright yellow with a white stripe on it. His palm could even show a screen and help him into the network when he was hacking! He even had a cybernetic left eye, how cool was that?!
He was apparently spending way too much time thinking about how cool he was and how his awesome cybernetics had gotten him out of some tough scrapes and was not paying any attention to where he was walking.
This tall spaghetti noodle of a man ran smack into someone and knocked him backward onto his ass. Nice one Rhys. He sighed in frustration, bracing himself to stand up and running his robotic hand through his hair to make sure it was still perfectly slicked back and rad.
“Yeah sorry that was... that was entirely on me bro, sorry about that. Are... are you okay? I mean that’s a weird thing to ask when I was the one on the ground but you know, common courtesy I guess.”
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@auricesque said:💏 ;^) ✧ 23 …in relief.
Around her many had fallen, she was in distress over it all- what could she do? Her magic might have been strong but not to the levels of bringing those who have passed back to life. The war was brutal, blood-covered hands is the last thing she wanted. Hurting those who she classed as friends were the last thing she wanted. Flayn was terrified of facing someone she knew, she was sick thinking of having to attack them, scared that if they attacked her she’d just let them do it- why would she not? Even if they wanted to hurt her she could never bring herself to hurt anyone she cared for. Even hurting those she didn’t know was hard- but it had to be done didn’t it? Even if she’d rather not take part. The last war she lost her mother...she couldn’t just sit and wait to lose Seteth as well could she?
The worst part was she was more worried about losing someone else, losing someone that she was sure she shouldn’t be that worried about. She knew he could look after himself, she knew that he wouldn’t die like this. But this was war, the war was brutal after all wasn’t it? She was supposed to be on the other side, not his side but still her heart couldn’t deal with that- it couldn’t deal with the idea of him dying, she was so overwhelmed with these feelings...the feelings she still was not sure of.
She had thoughts of him covered in blood which sent a chill down her back- she was so scared...worried she spent her time looking rather than fighting. Why was her mind so full of unpleasant thoughts, why did it have to haunt her so? Her mind truly was rather unpleasant to her was it not?
A sudden jolt made her body throw herself forward- her eyes wide. Had she fallen asleep? Why was she dreaming about that? Her insides twisted, she hated falling asleep more so to the fact she had fallen asleep outside of all places. She looked down at her hands touching carefully at her fingertips, she was oddly thankful that was just a dream but why about Claude? Why did the thought of him dying come to her? She was worried...scared something might have happened, maybe the dream was a sign or maybe her paranoia was getting the best of her- but still she wanted to make sure.
Looking for him felt like she was back inside of the dream but with less bloodshed and a lot more panic, she looked around trying her best to keep calm trying her best to not draw any attention to herself. She just had to make sure he was okay, he was alive- who knew with this place maybe he’d been taken away again...was it selfish to hope that was not the case? Was it wrong that she wanted him to stay here? Him being here made her feel safe, she felt like if being stuck here at least Claude was here with her- Claude gave her hope even back home, he gave her that willpower to feel better about being who she was even if he was the only person who really knew that truth.
Then she saw him- her body just moved forward without thinking she could, however, feel her heart speeding up, her palms getting sweaty.
“Claude.”
She softly called out, still moving in, she wasn’t really sure what she was doing or what she was going to do when she reached him but she was edging closer and her heart was beating faster. Was it wrong she was now smiling a little, was it wrong was a little more than excited to see him- to see him alive and well. She wasn’t thinking, she was not sure why but her hands just gripped at his shirt and pulled him in close- even on her tiptoes this was a struggle for her, cruse her height but that was the least of her worries right now. Flayn was truly overjoyed and without thinking she just pressed her lips onto his pecking softly- “I had the most awful dream…” She could feel her cheeks burning, her body ready to run the other way after such a foolish act of joy of seeing him alive but it felt selfish and maybe it was. Flayn’s fingers gripped tighter at the shirt Claude was wearing “I am most sorry...that was so rude of me to do such a thing to you..I-..I acted without thinking and that was foolish of me I am sorry..”
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@auricesque said: “What about Noct?”
[ ★ ] “ol’ noctgar, huh?” he bites at his bottom lip, eyes cast downward in thought. it’s weird, y’know? having so many things he could say about a person, yet not knowing how to put any of them into actual words. “noct is… well, he’s my best friend. my first friend, even! don’t get me started on all the epic escapades we got into when we were teens, we’d prob be here all day.” they really were a couple of stinkers, weren’t they? he can’t even count how many times they skipped school together behind ignis’ back… he lost track after they hit double digits, honestly.
“believe it or not, i actually really look up to noct. just don’t tell him i said that, okay? he’d never let me live it down.” he lets out a small laugh, too swept up in all his happy memories to catch himself getting chummy, “seriously though, if you look past his – ahem – cool exterior, he’s the funnest, most genuine dude ever. and a selfless royal? oOoOo, what a heartthrob~!” he’s only half-joking… noct’s got a looong list of admirers. it’s chill, though, prompto gets it.
as his laughter dies down, the bright smile on his face grows dim. it’s nice to think about their friendship before everything got more… strained, but that doesn’t exactly erase the bad stuff. welp, he’s supposed to be completely honest, right? “still, a lot’s happened recently back home and i, um, sometimes wish things could go back to being simple again, like before. i know it’s selfish, but i dunno if he even wants to be around me anymore, let alone be my friend. i-i don’t blame him, obviously! it’s just… i miss us, i guess, and it sucks knowing i’m only making his problems worse.”
yikes. awkward silence. “…w-wowza, sorry for the killer mood drop there! how ‘bout we go back to talking about chocobos or something? gotta love those feathery fiends!”
IT WAS OFTEN the two found themselves with one another’s company as of late. Linhardt had let Claude into their abode and though he had his own quarters he became a more and more frequent guest.
Dimitri didn’t mind. in fact, this night was his idea. Starlight was now visible outside the windows of the apartment, the interior itself draped in naught but shadow and the house’s own lighting, a warm tone. It was almost comforting despite its foreign nature; the way the colors overlaid the furniture. It reminded Dimitri almost of a much denser candlelight, of lanterns back home, but with a bit more consistency. Nostalgia.
Even as the night went late, it didn’t seem to be enough.
“what are you going to do, kiss me?” Claude laughed as Dimitri paused, looking over at the door. Where was Linhardt, they were usually inseperable from the solace of sleep. Time felt too unreal.
He’d left his body hanging close to Claude’s, he realized. The were level with each other here, on the couch.
Space closed even further and the bluff was called.
“Ah, sorry, I,” Dimitri pulled back. otherwise pallid skin was splotched with blush. “I should’ve asked–,”
Claude placed a finger to Dimitri’s lips, leaning in. He withdrew the finger, replacing it with his own lips soon enough.
This time, he leaned into it. It’d been far too long since he’d had this kind of space, or lack thereof. Every clumsy movement felt like too much, a threshold Dimitri was too afraid to cross for what it could mean for Claude’s safety.
But each sweep of the lips was met in kind, each attempt met back with what felt like the same depth.
He needed air, his face still just as red when they parted, Dimitri leaning his forehead onto Claude’s as he let out a breathy laugh.
Finding themself in this strange new city, handed an assortment of items (the cat plush they decided to carry with them for now, it could act as a pillow if need be), and finding their magic well... drained, was one way to put it, wasn’t nearly as interesting anymore now that they’d seen him. In fact the former was actually quite a nuisance that they didn’t want to deal with. But running into Duke Riegan of all people, was of interest.
And something bound to keep them awake.
“Well Claude it sure is a surprise to see you here,”
“It’s been quite some time since I saw you flitting about Garreg Mach up to your schemes, and the war has certainly put as at opposite ends, but I believe we can put that aside for now don’t you think? I have some things I’d like to talk with you about---based on my research and otherwise if you don’t mind.“