@aurulent replied to your post “theendcaller has started following you. it’s on...”:
is he bothering you queen
he’s done so much more than bother me where do i begin--

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@aurulent replied to your post “theendcaller has started following you. it’s on...”:
is he bothering you queen
he’s done so much more than bother me where do i begin--

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There are many faces here she does not recognize. When she sees Claude, her memories of bows and axes swinging and maneuvering push themselves at the forefront. The last time Edelgard had saw him, they parted ways with few words. Full of tactics he always seemed to be, even as the Adrestian Empire further strengthened its regimes and reached ever-so closer to a unified land.
To find him here is jarring- Perplexing, even. Still, she does not show this on her face. Instead, she confronts him with pointed words.
“Claude,” she says. This cannot be what he meant, all those moons ago. No, certainly not. If she could not control her whereabouts here, it is logical to assume the same for Claude. “Why are you here?” Very likely, perhaps, a question with an answer that won’t satisfy her.
⚔️ // the SECOND that byleth had discovered that CLAUDE was somewhere on this mysterious island city , byleth had gone searching. no stone was left unturned and no reference went uncrossed. and when to her disbelief byleth found that claude von reigan was housed only a few doors down from her own abode. well! speak of irony at its finest. it was without a question or a doubt that byleth went to visit him personally. nevermind the incessant questions or the nagging worry that something might not be right. or that if he was here too , then who ELSE could be?
( seteth and flayn? alois? ashe or marianne or dimitri? — or. perhaps even edelgard? she silenced that thought and the emotions she DID NOT wish to discover and name as soon as it came. )
     so there she stood , waiting at the doorstep with only her own wondering in the absence of a certain goddess to wonder for her. (though , likely , sothis would probably only CHASTISE her and prompt her to worry less if she could help it. still . . .) was he safe after the attack? what about the others , did he know? what happened when she had fallen? what of the emperor? the archbishop? when and how did he get here—?
     and then there he was . . . and wasn’t. the man before her , certainly , was claude. she could recognize his face anywhere. but he was taller than her by a full head now. older. hardly at all the mischievous young duke who she had invited to tea only a month ago.
       it took byleth a moment to realize she was staring.
“. . .you’re . . . taller.”
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Every December, she remembered the time when she got here by a strange eclipse in Spirale, leading to her own exploration about this place but the days and months pass by, she’s getting used to this place.
Something came up in her mind and wondering. Does Fodlan celebrate winter festivals? She couldn’t remember but maybe Claude does.
“You think our home world, Fodlan celebrate winter festivals?” With all responsibilities in her mind, that didn’t fill her up.
She eyes him carefully, hands behind her back and she leans a little too close. Just as quickly, she pulls back but she still seems to be keeping her eyes on him as if she’s reading him intently. It’s a little much for a first encounter consider they JUST ran into each other by happenstance. Still, Elysia Flores always has a reason for doing one thing or another and by the time she has finally opened her mouth to speak to this stranger, she looks almost proud of herself!
"You’ve been here for a while, huh? You kind of have that look in your eyes! The one that isn’t all like a lost little puppy dog!” Her cheerful tones seems to almost gloss over her intently observing the handsome stranger. She gives him a wink and continues. “You wouldn’t leave a poor and defenseless woman such as me all on my lonesome after we so dramatically ran into each other! It’s almost fate!” Haha... like she still believed in that kind of stuff anymore.
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        ❝ N-NO... not you too--- ❞ he cowered in the other’s shadow. a sorry sight indeed, but if any were so deserving of this opportunity, be it the ghosts whose blood might as well stain his own hands--- whether or not he held the sword was irrelevant. upon arrival in this strange new place, he stole himself away to the darkest parts, hiding away from everything and everyone, but even there they would find him.Â
    he should’ve known, he should’ve tried harder, he should’ve saved them.
                          ... and the voices of the damned only grew louder.
        ❝ don’t---! look at me like that... ! ❞ he turned his face away, as if from the very sun, closing his remaining eye tightly and shielding his face behind an arm, his grip upon his wooden lance beginning to tremble, ❝ just... leave me be. i beg of you... ❞
                         ... i failed you, just like everyone else.
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Hubert holds his head in his hands, down low where his stomach is. It’s an odd height, he hasn’t seen the world at this level since he was a child -- but he continues to watch as people mill about and consider going to hunt some monsters. He’s considering it too, of course, though he has to admit his powers here feel incredibly limited. He’s only been able to demonstrate the heal ability which, as far as he’s concerned, does not do enough.
A familiar face does catch his eye, however, and Hubert shifts the head so it can be more at eye level. The weight of it is heavy, and he might need to return it to his shoulders soon.
“Ah, Claude,” he says, warily. It’s been a long time and he wonders how they should greet each other. “Are you dressing up as well?”
there was nothing familiar at all in regards to the majesty of the mistwood, even with all its hauntingly dense + complex appearing layout. nature was unruly, a fickle thing which twisted + turned where she pleased, uncaring for where and when man might dare step foot within. jakurai had heard it was a quiet locale, offbeat from the pulse of the inner city-like areas of the island, but something of a monstrous den, as well as a picturesque place. alas, t’was not merely a pretty picture that saw the doctor venture into its depths, but rather the legends of medicinal herbs + plant life which bloomed within
he was no fool. there were smatterings of previous paths, hollowed out from walkers of the past, which became his guide through the slightly less dense part of the woodland. he needn’t stray too far, thus the distant sounds of the city remained somewhat on the breeze, reassuring him that he would easily find an exit later on. but the woodland was as wild as he had been told, with hanging vines looped like nooses + roots curled in the manner of reaching, grabbing fists. nature begged for fresh blood and she had certainly laid her traps.
as a newcomer to the island, there was much he did not know about the bestiary of the land. he did not know much of the denizens, or of the monsters that might appear within the trees. he was guarded of course, but still somewhat ignorant nevertheless. thus, when a loud crack and the sound of a distant shout caught his ear, he immediately turned and hot-footed it to the source of the sound, sprinting headlong into danger at the mere suggestion of a sound similar to that of a human in trouble.Â
upon arriving at the scene, he was met with a lone archer whose leg had been seized by one of those selfsame roots he had nearly tumbled over earlier. his bow still clenched in his fist, jakurai was initially somewhat wary, but still approached nevertheless. “ here, “ he said, stooping to help the stranger untangle the mass of thick green vines and roots which seemed to have began tightening around the man’s ankle. “ allow me to help. “ ♬ ¦ starter for @aurulent​