#aymried

Kronya had found Lysithea, sending a warning to everyone but she was pursued. Hell-bent on slaying her, it went on a goose chase as she won't let this slip by.

It took a very long mile later that Lysithea hid on Edelgard's back. So close on venting her frustration off.

Lysithea was legitimately concerned after feeling something familiar was happening to her now that her two crests are now dormant as it was. She checked if she has her hair fell using her left hand.

And it does.

to: edelgard von hresvelg from: lysithea von ordelia 'my hair started to fall off but not too much.' 'i used my magic on a training dummy last night with luna tome.' 'coughed out a little blood after and got a nightmare as well.'

that sure as the setting sun you can’t trust just anyone

that’s what you want but it’s not what you’re asking for i said that’s what you’re asking but you’re gonna get more than you bargained for i said that’s what you had but you don’t have it anymore

continued from here!

✲ Marcille hummed to herself for a moment. Something she had quickly come to realize was that magic was not as common of a craft in many of the worlds that met here than it was back home. In some it was rarer and more difficult, while in others it didn't exist at all. It was strange for someone here to make a deduction like that about her though, much less to ask.

Then again, she had surrounded herself with magical research books at the library.

          “...  always  answering  questions  with  more  questions...  ” byleth  murmured  ,  neutrality  prickling  with  something  human  beneath  the  surface.  irritation?  resignation?  the  feelings  were  fleeting.  distant.  out  of  reach  like  the  stars  too  high  above  her  head.  she  dropped  her  gaze  to  her  hands  ,  folded  neatly  on  her  lap  atop  the  open  pages  of  her  journal.  “perhaps  it  was  the  flow of  time  that   brought  me  here.  as  it  clearly  did  you.  do  you  think  it  not  so  simple?”

Of all places, they were ended up in the forest prior to the hole that transported them in a a random biome. Lysithea was lucky that she’s with Edelgard. Two eagles in a den of trees with dangers quite awaiting for them, especially when it goes dark.

Luckily, she has Hades Omega with her but couldn’t be dangerous and might cause a wildfire? She’ll have to use different kinds of tomes instead if ever encountering a monster or a wild animal. Swarm might be a good option.

            the  kitchen  smelled  of  freshly  baked  confections  ,  now  set  to  rest  on  a  simple  stand  in  the  dining  room.  she  huffed.  then  ,  fussed  with  the  kitchen  curtains.  was  it  enough  light?  or  too  much?  —  a  familiar  RAP  of  knuckles  on  her  front  door  quickly  quelled  byleth’s  flyaway  thoughts.

        “sun,”  she  greeted  ,  opening  the  door  and  immediately  kneeling  to  take  sun’s  hand,  “it’s  good  to  see  you  ,  and  your-....”  she  trailed  off   as  her  eyes  flit  PAST  HIM  ,  and   to  a  familiar  red  skirt.  then  ,  further  up  ,  to  meet  lilac  eyes.  she  blinked.

          “...oh.” 

      BYLETH’S BIRTHDAY / @aymried​ sent: She remembered seeing Byleth's smile for the first time- How surprising yet kind it was. Edelgard wondered, then, when the next time she would be granted the privilege of witnessing it again. When this day rolled around, the thought crept across her mind.       Edelgard knew- Somewhere, somehow, she had to extend a greeting of her own. "Professor," she begins. "Your birthday is today, is it not? It's only customary I visit, in that case." In her hands lay a neatly wrapped box, adorned in silver paper. When it were to be opened, a handkerchief would reveal itself- Its crystal blue color complimented the floral pattern atop it. "I thought this might be of use to you. The decision is yours to make. Will you accept?"

⚔️ //  there  were  instances  in  this  realm  beyond  all  others  when  byleth  felt  as  though  she  had  not  left  garreg  mach  at  all.  the  faces  were  all  mostly  different.  the  situation  ,  dire.  but  there  was  a  SOLIDARITY  that  linked  all  of  those  transported  here  by  the  stars  ;  a  kindness  that  shone  in  the  hearts  of  the  souls  she  had  met  here.  in  some  ways  ,  and  some  instances  ,  it  was  a  sorely  needed  familiarity. 

           in  others  it  was  . . .   a  more  complicated  affair.  byleth’s  door  had  been  opened  ,  yielding  herself  to  edelgard’s  presence.  the  emperor  was  candid  -  graceful  -  as  she  ever  was.  and  standing  upon  the  foyer  of  townhouse  215  byleth  was  yet  again  reminded  of  just  how  little  things  changed  in  this  realm  . . .  despite  everything.

           edelgard  was  still  the  young  woman  whom  byleth  had  protected  from  the  downward  swing  of  an  axe.  she  was  ,  in  every  way  ,  the  same  princess  who  had  greeted  her  in  the  quiet  of  the  academy’s  halls  this  same  day  ,  five  years  ago.  then  ,  with  the  same  candid  presence  she  bore  now.  vying  for  even  a  moment  of  byleth’s  time  despite  the  duties  of  the  black  eagles  pulling  her  elsewhere. 

           byleth  took  the  box  and  studied  the  handkerchief  silently.  flowers.  masterfully  stitched.  elegant.  like  the  woman  who  gifted  it.  even  in  her  own  river  of  time  ,  edelgard  had  managed  to  take  note  of  byleth’s  true  taste.  but  those  flowers  on  that  handkerchief  had  been  different.  there  were  more  roses  and  swirling  vines.  it  had  been  more  intricate.  just  slightly  unlike  the  simplicity  byleth  was  known  for.  not  like  these.

          what  a  stark  reminder  . . .  that  this  version  of  edelgard  knew  her  better  than  byleth  wanted  to  admit.  and  had  the  stone  cast  had  landed  just  a  little  differently  . . . .

                                                           ‘...will  you  accept?’

            the  question  lent  itself  to  something  FAR  DEEPER  than  just  the  handkerchief.  therein  lay  the  shambles  of  a  bridge  ;  a  bond  broken.  remains  of  a  trust  that  was  hard  won  ,  wracked  with  love  and  pain  in  equal  measure.  and  byleth  . . .  could  not  bring  herself  to  scorn  her  ,  when  nostalgia  for  bygone  days  weaved  itself  into  her  heart.  back  when  things  had  been  simple.  when  she  did  not  need  to  constantly  question  truth  and  lies. 

          once  more  byleth  found  herself  wishing  she  had  things  seen  clearer.                       even  if   she  was  not  the  sort  ,  naïve FOOL  that  she  was.                            wishing  —  that  it  all  could  have  been  different.

            byleth  blinked.  she  had  remained  silent  too  long.  just  when  the  weight  of  it  began  to  bear  down  uncomfortably  between  the  two  ,  byleth  stepped  back.  before  she  could  question  herself  ,  she  held  the  door  to  her  home  AJAR.