#fellstcr

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It was their normal meeting time and place. In Byleth's hands was a well-worn leather journal — the one she always carried about her person in the small pouch strapped dutifully to her waist. With a pen in hand she was dutifully scribbling into it while she awaited Loki's arrival. Evidently she had gotten there early. It was clear that she had heard him far sooner than she saw him, for her swirling scrawl came to a slow halt long before her eyes peered up at the man as he approached her. She stared owlishly before blinking, and greeted him normally after a short pause. When questioned, a small knot wedged its way between Byleth's brow, indicative of what should be a frown that never quite found itself written fully upon her features. With a blink it was gone, and Byleth carefully dislodged an envelope with a slip of paper inside of it, addressed to the enforcement unit. "As you know, we'd been conducting something of an investigation into the wares you'd stolen previously," she said. "It seems as though that case has been put to a formal close." She passed the envelope to Loki. The contents detailed a complete close of the case, and Loki's full pardon. At the rate in which they'd both been available, he would have only been required one more month's worth of service. She pursed her lips into a thin line before gesturing with palm splayed open, "For all intents and purposes, you are free to go."

Loki had long since accepted the fact that it was in his best interests to comply with this ordeal. However, it was less of an 'ordeal' and more of a peculiar interest that slowly took root in his routine.

He did not refer to the mundane tasks of aiding civilians with tasks that he believed they ought to be trained to take care of themselves. That was something he was already familiar with being the prince not in line for the throne.

No. He was much more interested in the person who kept him in this cycle. Her intentions seemingly had no clear answers to him. She lied to her superior on his behalf and yet would ensure at every turn he could not escape. There were emotions behind the line of her lips, in the form of her brows. After being forced to spend countless hours in her presence, he managed to find himself... fond of the time.

It was these thoughts that dwelled in his mind as he approached the meeting location. Only to have his revelations interrupted by the appearance of a speck of jade green. He approached as normal, in a better mood than most of their days.

...

He stared blankly at the piece of paper. Doubt brought his brows to furrow in confusion. Without a word, he tore open the contents and read them. She wasn't lying.

❝ That's it? ❞ was he truly just able to slip out of due punishment's grasp? ... no. He did not believe that. There was a purpose for everything, even in this. ❝ You didn't forge these documents just to release yourself of burden, did you? ❞ He teased with a chuckle, reading over the words once more.

... then again. Did it matter? Whoever the fool was that released his bindings clearly did not know just who he was. It was everything he wanted, and yet he found himself hesitating. He looked down at the woman, studying her features chiseled from stone.

٠ ࣪⭑ Swish! Fwoosh! Zrip!

One by one Cucumber cast a projectile star towards a makeshift target. Over and over again the stars flew by in a brilliant glow of light. And each and every one of them missed the singular target.

He tried once more to hit the dummy, but it missed just as all of the others had done. ( which all left noticeable marks in the surrounding area. ) With a frustrated sigh, he sat down and curled his knees up towards his chest.

"Miss Byleth..." It's then that it dawns on her that Byleth Eisner is actually, in fact, standing right there. Luna shuffles quickly, getting on her knees and doing whatever she can to cover up the cracks on the surface.

She didn't mean to damage property. It had Been so much easier and a little more peaceful when she didn't have to worry about her telekinetic ability going haywire. It was almost as if someTHING wanted to see her fail.

"I'm sorry," She says defeatedly. There is no point in hiding th damage done around her. The cracks on the ground and the previous abandoned buildings toppling over had already been done. The chaos laid awake behind her was just another one added to the mess made.

"...?" When he came in early as he did, he came in to finish up the remaining report and send them. He didn't expect to see his partner sitting at her desk and working away.

"Byleth. I thought you were off?" She IS off today. She wasn't supposed to come in and he SURE as hell remembers that he had told her not to worry and to take some days off in case she wanted to spend that time with Lilith.

The sights. The sounds. Oh, nothing was as it is in Concordia - let alone the Laurel Valley. Perhaps she ought to be more worried about being transported somehow to a whole new world...

But she was having the time of her life!

One thing remained uncertain to her, however... what was she to do with this key? She of course knew what a key was, but where, or rather what did 102 mean?

She had been pointed to the location of Eterna Village ( she loved the name of it ) and now was faced with rows of perfectly adorable little homes. They were nothing like the church she was used to.

And so she stood, trying to find her way, when fate seemed to send her blessing. A woman approached! Lilith's heart raced ever so slightly, but she ought to ask so she might not get lost ( this person ... did not appear to be like anyone else she knew. what a lovely shade of green! )

"Excuse me, good lady!" She called out, approaching the woman swiftly. "I beg your pardon but, I wish to request assistance, o-or rather uh... I have a question!"

"How was that?" Ismael asks, nearly out of breath. She hasn't MOVED this much in a bit. Well, no, that's a lie. Her running every morning and late at night was exercise that she kept up with. BUT the kind of training that was exertion to the body? Like this? She has to admit it isn't exactly what she expected.

When Byleth had told her to bring her bow and a close-combat weapon, it actually caught her off guard. She didn't have a weapon like a sword or whatnot. Thank goodness for Lloyd's business! And thank goodness for him letting her borrow one.

"I've only just started learning how to handle the sword." She says as she sets the bow and arrows down.

"hey, By..." Something is different. She isn't sure WHAT it is. Was it her? Was it Byleth? Something was.....

His heart was hurting so much. The regret had nowhere to go but stay lurking in his chest for several days in a row. He thought maybe he could make it up to himself by celebrating anyways...

It didn't help at all.

Alone on the ship he sat, a bakery box in hand with three little cupcakes inside. Red, Blue, and Green, each with an initial of one of his boys on it, and candles on top.

He couldn't bring himself to speak. He could barely look at the little things without breaking down into sobs, but he was so tired of crying now. He was so tired.

It'd been 10 years since he felt this alone. He felt just as conflicted then as he did now. It wasn't his fault... but he believes he could've done something...

...anything...

But what?

Despite the fact his business was closed, he'd still left the door open to the ferry. He wasn't exactly expecting anyone to turn up. He'd made it clear that the ferry was closed for the week.