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byleth has sleep problems / @demonslord​ / SUSP.     ↳  Send me    ‘ I’ve got you! ‘     for my muse’s reaction to yours catching them before they hit the floor.

⚔️ // she  could  just  BARELY  remember  it  all.  familiar  faces  of  ancient  and  long-dead  warriors  —  children.  beloved  ones.  flashes  of  a  temple  that  rose  high  into  fódlan’s  blue  sky  ,  nestled  in  the  crater  left  behind  by  her  earthbound  FALL.  hearings  with  ,  and  prayers  from  the  humans  who  SERVED  both  herself  and  her  divine  children  ,  all  in  exchange  for  protection  ,  and  the  knowledge  that  only  THE  BEGINNING  alone  could  bestow.

          they  weren’t  byleth’s  memories.  yet  her  head  grew  fuzzy  and  stuffed  full  of  the  endless  years  she  could  not  recall.  only  to  leave  her  HAZY  and  tired  as  the  restless  nights  dragged  on.  no  amount  of  pondering  would  reveal  their  truth  to  her.  no  quill  could  quite  capture  the  fleeting  moments  of  time  ,  and  byleth  was  left  with  another  half-blank  journal  page  and  a  yearning  for  an  era  long  since  passed. 

          the  next  thing  byleth  knew  ,  the  sun  was  cresting  over  the  horizon  once  more.  birds  rejoiced  of  the  new  dawn  ,  and  the  breeze  from  her  half-opened  window  carried  the  scent  of  wet  earth  ;  of  fresh  dew.  byleth  had  sighed  heavily  and  scrubbed  her  palms  over  her  face  ,  blotching  her  cheeks  with  color  and  abruptly  standing  up.  her  candle  ,  which  had  burned  to  the  wick  AGAIN  ,  put  itself  out  in  her  rush.  she  would  need  to  get  a  new  one.  and  ,  mayhaps  ,  she  had  thought  ,   a  long  WALK  would  do  her  good.

            eventually  ,  byleth  had  wandered  far  from  cotes.  her  feet  had  drawn  her  to  the  fibonacci  ward  ,  where  on  the  skyscraper’s  various  levels  ,  vendors  had  set  up  shop.  she  took  in  the  sights  of  the  early  morning  shoppers  who  quietly  mulled  through  the  rows  and  rows  of  various  wares.  some  artifacts  seemed  to  FIT  this  world’s  hodgepodge  aesthetic.  others  were  more  primitive.  some  ,  even  ,  far  more  ANTIQUATED  ,  and  what  byleth  was  used  to. 

         so  how  was  she  to  know  ,  as  she  wandered  through  the  area’s  inter-dimensional  LOST  &.  FOUND  ,  that  she  might  stumble  across  the  very  harp  that  was  quickly  fading  from  her  memories?  it  was  UNMISTAKABLE  ,  with  its  plated  gold  and  the  vines  ,  leaves  and  flowers  etched  across  its  surface.  seeing  it   ,  the  entire  WORLD  seemed  to  sway.  and  she  reached  for  it  -  the  name  tag  tied  around  the  harp’s  pillar.  but  the  ground  beneath  her  feet  tilted  and  careened  with  the  effort  even  that  simple  action  took.  to  reach  not  for  the  harp  but  the  starry  nights  where  only  her  VOICE  and  deftly  plucked  chords  could  be  heard  echoing  through  that  old  temple  ,  weaving  together  lullabies  of  the  the  past  . . .  the  FUTURE.

          byleth  snapped  back  into  the  PRESENT  by  the  solid  weight  of  the  arms  of  a  stranger.  her  face  scrunched  and  the  world  slowly  began  to  come  to  a  stop.  black  splotches  at  the  edges  of  her  blurred  vision  began  to  fade.

          her  head  pounded. 

          grunting  with  the  effort  ,  byleth  righted  herself  best  she  could.  her  palm  pressed  against  her  forehead.  and  when  she  opened  her  eyes  she  realized  she  had  been  standing  PRECARIOUSLY  close  to  a  fragile  object  from  another  world.  she  would  have broken  it  had  she  fully  fallen.

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( ACCEPTING)

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sender  winks  at  receiver .

 Flirting at grocery aisle wasn’t exactly the first thing on his agenda today but he’s not such a busy man he can’t change things up a little. Adjusting schedule is a matter of priorities after all. 

“ Oh they give extra service here? So generous~~”

Reliving memories wasn’t anything new, for Aki.

No, really, it was more like...reliving a single memory wasn’t anything new for him. He was used to having a very specific moment replay on loop in his mind - something he was still working on breaking away from to this day. But this one was new - this was a totally different memory, and it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Okay. Maybe minus the fact that some random guy was here watching this memory with him, but that was fine. He could get over that, it’s not like this was an embarrassing memory or anything. 

...and it helped that this wasn’t the first time someone had dove into his mind. Even if this time around it was a little different. The most he could really do was greet them.

“Looks like we’ve gone on a little memory dive! Pretty crazy, huh? I didn’t think that this was a thing here...”

As lively as his greeting was, it was pretty half-hearted given his attention wasn’t on the other person. Rather, the scene before him had captured him because...well, it was Natsu. 

He remembered this day - he had skipped class again, and taken Natsu out to the mall while Fuyu was distracted with his school work, like a loser. He had been planning on window shopping for the most part, but it looked like his younger self and the girl he was with had already stopped to peak in at the store he’d ultimately buy something on.

Two little rabbit dolls - dressed in different shades of blue. 

It was nice to see them again. Especially since he had...kinda ruined them, when he had his ZENO relapse. 

The second dream that hits him is more lucid than the first. Where he was an active participant, now he is an observer, watching himself and Gertrude talk in hushed voices as they walk down the street. Now that he gets to see how they look from the side, his tall dark figure looming over her shorter, almost grandmotherly one, the contrast is a little funny. Who would even guess that she was the more dangerous one out of them two?

It’s hard for him to remember exactly when this memory was, but from the scenery around him and the TV-like static at the edges of this dream, it must have been when they were in America. When his headaches started getting really bad, before...

Oh.

The realization slams into him at the same time as he slams into the guy that definitely wasn’t part of the memory before.

Welcome to sunny Isola Radiale, Ghirahim!

You’ll be housed in HOUSE 114!

You’ll retain your teleportation, but you’ll only be able to teleport up to one ward away five times per day.

You'll also receive a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!