#cretvil

nonverbal starters;  no longer accepting.

claude idly stands by the stone railing near the courtyard with a booklet in his hands. it had not taken him long to figure out that, that very place is the best to pick up some interesting gossip and rumours. after all, the courtyard leads to the chapel, the classrooms and dormitory. gossip is bound to happen there. naturally, he was still absorbed in the book he had found but there were plenty of events that make him peek up even for a little bit. sylvain’s approach was no different.

in the corner of his eyes, claude watches sylvain lean back against the railing about two meters away from him. the house leader is aware that there must be something the red-haired wants of him for there is no specific reason for him to be standing there out of all places. his gaze wanders back to the book and before soon he hears sylvain shift next to him, his arm draped around his shoulder. ‘ claude ! ‘ sylvain proclaims with faked affection. ‘ have i told you that you’re looking positively handsome today – i mean you always do of course ‘ a poor man’s attempt of trying to butter him up and claude is having none of it. though he would entertainment him even if it’s just for the fact that sylvain stroked his ego. ❛   so you finally noticed ! too bad it only took you about 32 failed dates with other students for you to finally realize that. now fess up what do you want?  ❜   

there is absolutely no way that sylvain has developed feelings for him so it must be something else. ‘ fine i just, i need to ask you a favour ‘  he confesses, knowing fully well that time is ticking and that he has nowhere else to go without receiving his (deserved) scolding or getting abandoned on the spot. 

turns out that sylvain had been going on a couple of dates with a fellow student only for him to realize that something was terribly off about her. he has absolutely no intentions of getting into a relationship with her but before he knew it she had become overly attached to him to the point where she was starting to plan for their wedding already. ❛   so when’s the wedding? You will send me an invitation, won’t you?  ❜   claude laughs only to be met with sylvain’s frown as he clearly didn’t find it amusing at all. 

❛   you know i should just let you deal with this yourself, i’m certain i’ll be doing a lot of students a favour here.  ❜

❛   don’t abandon me here man  ❜

panic once again begins to settle as sylvain realizes that asking claude had been a mistake. a shiver runs down his spine upon hearing the familiar high-pitched voice. sylvain frantically looks around him, if he bolts away fast enough he might get away in time and — but then just like that his train of thought comes to a halt when he feels a hand on top of his own, claude’s hand. the red-haired doesn’t dare to gaze down so instead, he looks at her who’s staring at him wide-eyed. ‘ you  ‘ a pause as tears begin to dwell in her eyes, ‘ you are the worst … ! ‘ and before he can say anything she already ran off to the opposite direction.

claude lets go off sylvain’s hand and closes the book. ❛  and that’s another broken heart, but she’ll get over it.  ❜   in turn sylvain let’s go off claude’s shoulder and crosses his arms over his chest.  ‘ yeah she will  ‘ a pause ‘ hey, thank you, you really helped me out there. ’ the sound of a book falling shut soon follows before claude pushes himself away from the railing. 

       regardless of how many times they have clashed,  in practice matches and casual spars,  ferdinand has never once truly understood sylvain.   his methods.   his tactics.   the desperation of each strike,  the recklessness of it.   the understanding that unnecessarily putting your life at risk is something frowned upon in battle has simply never reached sylvain,  ferdinand can only assume.   by the same coin,  he cannot deem it surprising   --   considering ferdinand had never truly taken the time to speak to sylvain   --   that sylvain comes as such an enigma to him.       

       so it is only when their allegiances see them on opposite ends of a war that ferdinand comes to the startling shift in paradigm.       

          ❛ i’m afraid that i can only heal physical wounds, love, not mental ones --- and i’m not even that great at that. ❜ it was always easier to kill than to nurture. always.

          ❛ i know these words aren’t enough but ... i am sorry. for everything. ❜

* smoochies // accepting

❝ mm, no, i’m certain my lips say no as well. ❞

lorenz’s eyes narrow slightly, staring at the redhead. he’s tried to decipher what sylvain meant when he spoke ever since they first met, and his successes were limited. but he’s sure that he’s got a read on him this time, and he is not going to play a part in his little competition.

❛ oh geez , did you upset another girl or do you enjoying sitting on the ground ? ❜ eyebrows furrowed , obviously worried to find Sylvain in such a sorry state . Granted , it was never anything new when it came to his tendencies towards the female gender . as dimitri put it ' a skirt chaser ' , rather a crude way to describe Sylvain . not that , mi kyong indefinitely disagreed that some of his habits could be rather DISTASTEFUL at times , but , that wasn't just who he was . ❛ come on , up you go . ❜ linking her arms with his , attempting to hoist him up . it took a couple of more moments than Mi Kyong would like to admit , not exactly known for her physical strength .

just gazing at Sylvain , it more than evident that his ego was more than a little BRUISED . Goodness , whoever he'd upset must've really reeled into him . akin to watching a very depressed & lonely puppy , ❛ come here , it must've hurt didn't it ? ❜ giving his head a quick pat before hugging him , rubbing his back to let him know , it was alright to let out his emotions & it was okay to feel any sort of emotion of distress . ❛ I know you're a good person sylv , you're truly a kind person . more than what they call you . ❜ a gentle tone , akin to a parent soothing their frighten or scared child .

life , simply wasn't fair . if anyone knew this fact , mi kyong knew it too well . knowing full well all the tribulations & conflicts that must be going through his heart & mind at any time . only weeks ago , the blue lions house was force to slain Sylvain's own flesh & blood . he may disregard the oldest brother , still , killing never came easy regardless to who it may be . taking another's life , it was a HEAVY burden . truth be told , it was so much easier when they didn't have FACES or NAMES .

granted , this was reality & they must press on . finally realizing her arms that covered him , only to see a conflicted expression painted on Sylvain's features . she'd seen that look all too often in the faces of her classmates , especially right after a battle . he's been without any sense of comfort or warmth . it was completely obvious in his eyes alone . hands finding a natural spot with his scar tattered ones , hues that reflected the most gentle place in her soul . ❛ I believe in you , I always will . ❜ about to pull away , only to be brought into a strong embrace . hearing , Sylvain ramble off about everything that's been said about him is wrong , and anything else that must've been occupying his mindspace . listening with intent , and allowing him to vent out whatever was needed for him .