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            those unique lilac eyes glance upwards towards the lord commander. almost feeling as though he choked on those words ; guilty, heavy-hearted. to think that the elezen was tasked with rebuilding a nation on the precipse of destruction and political degradation ---- was taking the time to console the undercurrent tempest heart within the miqo’te’s own heavy leadened breast. there must’ve been something reminiscent of concern ‘pon his visage for even someone close to the warrior of light to take notice. above all else, they’ve learned to keep an almost impressive, impassive expression even as their body various creates fissures amidst the corporeal flesh and spectral soul. his head tilts as though to quietly confirm that he was listening ( always, an observer by nature ---- skittish, some might’ve said in his youth ) but otherwise firm in their stature. ❝  —-  they have a saying that water commonly changes its course and form. be it snow and ice or fog ---- but it nary changes its nature or required role. that sense of fluidity is required in times of consistent transition,  ❞ they softly utter.  ❝  and you constantly remind me of that saying, ammy.  ❞ there’s a little hint of a grin on those placid lips. when he pulls his lips back far enough ; the slightest inkling an odd curve of elongated canines.             ❝  so maybe to you i’ve never changed in that generic sense. i feel as though ---- i’m no longer that shivering little whelp of an outlaw you took in all those years ago. by the mercy of the twelve,  ❞  granted around the time of the dragonsong war’s conclusion was when his heart became its most ---- over-encumbered. 

  “ So you’re tellin’ me that not only are you a capable commander and diplomat, witty and charming conversationalist and highly skilled swords man wrapped up in a fine lookin’ package,  but now you’re also an excellent chef?  “ Lea’s looking down at the plates before him set there by the man himself with a bemused smile curving his lips, before continuing in the same lightly teasing manner.  “ There actually anythin’ you’re not good at? “ / @doustadig

❝ Mayhaps, you are curious about thy future? ❞ Grinning he held up one of his cards with his pale fingers, with the back facing the other, as if he were ready to read out what the stars have aligned for the Elezen.

         ❝SER  AYMERIC,  WAS  IT?❞  The  inflection  to  his  tone  seemed  to  emphasise  the  ‘ser’  rather  than  the  name  but,  as  lips  tugged  up  in a  boyish  grin,  Ardbert  proceeded  to  punctuate  it  with  a  lazy  shrug.  ❝Our  hero  has  told  ---  well,  I  should  say:  I know  a  lot  about  you.❞

“... Have you been keeping a secret from me?” he asked, feeling the quiver in his voice and having to stifle a sneer in subconscious retort. He’d tease but knew it already to be insincere. “For shame~”