#falselord

He never graced his presence here. Nor, did he find that the devout would welcome a soul like his, at least to this faith, at least this creed. He gazes up at the gorgeous menagerie of colors captured in glass, swirled in sunlight, setting in patches along his figure standing there. What a sight it was to those that found peace here. He wonders, silently, if he would stand here long enough he could hear the answers that others seem to glean with blind faith.

Hands ease behind his back, gold iris flicking over to his sudden company, a light, near bitter chuckle courteous to the quiet, “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m silently confessing my sins. You can never tell what one mutters under their breath here.” 

“...Pardon my assumptions, but considering that tension in your shoulders this isn’t your favorite place to roam.” A slight tilt to his head, gaze curious by nature. Yuri was quite interesting, and certainly not someone he would deem as the praying type.

❛❛   show  me  how  to  lie  ,  you're  getting  better  all  the  time  &  turning  all  against  the  one  is  an  art  that's  hard  to  teach  .  ❜❜

    ‘  heard a villager has been complaining, ’  he says,  ‘  something about finding tarantulas in front of their house every morning. ’ gaze shifting towards the other, yet a hint of a smile remains,  ‘  you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you, yuri ? ’

* SOFT FAMILY THINGS / accepting.

In the forbidden library’s dim, it’s amazing Yuri can see well enough at all for such an assessment. There’s only a single candle burning after all, just enough for the young scholar to read by.

But then, the older student has had much longer to adjust to the perpetual half-light of Abyss than Linhardt has…

‘ Are you offering one, or threatening to slit my throat for sneaking in here so late? If it’s the latter, do me the favor of knocking me out first so the last thing I see before I die isn’t blood, ’ Linhardt requests frankly, without a hint of any actual concern. Despite their previous encounters and hunt for the Chalice of Beginnings, he’s still not entirely certain what to make of Yuri. Though, that doesn’t stop Linhardt from harbouring a distinct curiosity to the Crest of Aubin’s only known bearer.

His other hand flips his dagger, a sharp flicker of white flame as blood and ichor is purged from the blade before he sheaths it on his thigh. His eyes follow his companion investigating each body, humming once at his assessment.

“Well, at least he got killed by someone prettier than him.” His arms cross, fingers drumming against bandages, somehow they managed to not get slashed like other fragments of his clothing. Some branches of static still linger on his shoulders as he considers the piles of bodies.

You should tell father about this. Maybe not, he didn’t exactly know who they were aiming for. What was obvious, though, is they wanted no witnesses. Luckily he was with someone worth their weight with a blade.

“...Unfortunately we should tell the guards. I’m not feeling in the mood to be arrested for ten-count murder.”

i hope this letter finds you in good health. in fact, i hope this letter finds you at all. i don’t think the fodlan postal service is aware of abyss' existence, even more do i doubt he will enter. please get an actual address.

faerghus is faring well, as i am sure you are aware. to no small part thanks to you. the gift was well received. i do not know, or want to know, what you told the marquis but he turned out to be quite compliant all of a sudden. you have my thanks, though i would rather you didn't make a habit of it. we would rather not resort to threats in order to get our way.

(   this is what i am obligated tell you as faerghus' monarch. as your friend, i thank you must sincerely for dealing with our little pest problem. await a few crates of supplies as soon as we figure out your address. you have no right to deny.   )

i hope to make a visit at the monastery soon & shall certainly remember to greet you in person, too. if you will have me.

until then, please make an attempt to not die. you would be missed.