#dawncrests

Red caught his eye.

It shouldn’t be a surprise now - he’s seen Dimitri and he’s seen Hubert now, so people coming back to life is possible here. Maybe it catches him off-guard because of how soon he sees her. It’s barely been a day or two since Edelgard fell at her former teacher’s hands ( and at his hands too, as he begged her to stand down, so they wouldn’t have to kill her ), so seeing her is like seeing a ghost.

But, he can’t avoid her forever. No, a mauve gaze was thrown in his direction. Gold must have caught her eye in return, and Edelgard wasn’t going to let him get away so easily. How terrifying, he thought to himself with a laugh. Still, it wouldn’t do him good to run away now.

     “Y’know, I knew you’d haunt me, but could you give me      a week or so before you start doing so? It’s kind of rude,      Your Imperialness.”

A laugh, bitter and slightly broken. He thought he could act like he did with Dimitri, simply cover up his discomfort with a scheme up his sleeve to get some information out of him, but it’s.... different. It’s different seeing someone you killed with your own two hands, rather than simply listening to a friend describe their death. 

mercedes’s foray into one of the busier patisseries in archimedes is brought to an abrupt and breathtaking halt almost as soon as it’s begun, attention drawn away from her simpler itinerary and toward the unmistakable white hair and sharp eyes of the woman seated at a table just inside the door.

it almost feels like seeing a ghost. her expression quickly shifts from alarmed to crestfallen; meeting the late adrestian emperor in the middle of town was not something she’d expected to happen when she’d awoken this morning. 

this island is proving itself to be an endless source of surprises.

mercedes is not one to hold onto grudges or bear ill will. she can only hope that edelgard shares some of that sentiment — for her, at the very least — but does not approach anticipating any kind of forgiveness.

“lady edelgard. you look awfully pleased... however there’s no need to explain, my lady.”

Caspar let a low whistle out as he look at the buildings that seem to be... well, completely out of the ordinary, but really cool to look at. “I wonder how the builders were able to make something like this. I bet it doesn’t look at amazing as the inside of the Empire, but man oh man does it look amazing.” Then again, it was almost easy to impress the boy. Which is what made him so eager to want to see what was inside that kind of building. “Ready or not, here I come!”

there is some kind of play going on at the theatre of calliope. 

corvo was never one for the art of drama; every performance he’d ever attended was always with jessamine, always for a political purpose, and always filled to the brim with attendees from the estate district. the grander productions were hardly accessible to people of lower classes, who were often relegated to written transcripts of screenplays. the atmosphere fostered by untrustworthy and single-minded nobility within the halls often made corvo’s stomach turn sour.

here, it is different. anyone is welcome to attend a show.

these prompts; @dawncrests

An echo of a memory that was, to him, still fresh. He’d already heard this once from her, in a different amount of words maybe, but with the same sentiment.

Some things never change, it seems.

“That is a fate I accept,” his voice somber, eyes holding a resigned determination that still didn’t want to falter to the fire in Edelgard’s gaze. “If our paths are meant to oppose, then I will take responsibility for that. “

       Your dreams continue once again. But unlike previous dreams, where you can only recall being lucid yet separate from your dream counterpart, your dream this time is lucid whilst you actively participate.

       That normally would not be a problem, but you can clearly recall where it is you are currently. And this memory is not one you particularly wish to relive. 

       The Praetorium, the central base of operations for the Garlean invasion of Eorzea, and the location of the Ultima Weapon prior to its destruction. It would seem your memories have displaced you some ways into it. After some recollection, you realize you’re at the location where you fought Nero--though from the scattered magitek and debris, it would seem that battle had passed. 

       Ahead, you can see some of the adventurers who accompanied you during the raid on the Ultima Weapon marching on ahead. No doubt the memory is approaching your duel with Gaius. Though none of the party moving ahead are immediately familiar (a consequence of your partnership being a one-time affair), one in the crowd stands out. More specifically, they stand out because their clothing looks nothing like what you’d have seen in Eorzea. 

       Another guest in your memories? What poor timing... You’d better go get them up to speed.

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          👉”I take it you’ve gotten lost in my memory?”

               “Halt, trespasser!”                                                                                                                                                                                                 」