#hecvenwept

"I can read a Cichol-damned clock, you know." Seiros quipped. Thankfully it was too late for anyone to be out and hear either of them swear.

"But I think you know why I am here. Right about now, the markets in Abyss should be at their busiest. Meaning that the most vendors will have their wares out, and you can slip in unnoticeably if you dress the part."

Seiros threw another copy of The Thirty-Fourth Rule of the Goddess onto Seteth's desk, as well as a leather sack with plenty of gold in it.

"I want you to go down to the market and look through the wares. Especially the book sellers. Any copies of this - or other blasphemous, smutty filth - I want you to purchase them and bring them to me. And write down their contact information to find them within abyss - if they are purveying this, they will meet with us and their maker soon enough."

Rhea didn't even try to hide the annoyance in her voice - her brother sure wasn't hiding his. But inside the bag was also a little thank you note. And much more money than Seteth would reasonably need to buy forbidden books.

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     “Don’t!” 

There’s more force, more emotion, behind that word than Beles knew she could express. Almost panicked and full of agonizing frustration. She moved quick, hand in the air to signal his silence, stepping closer into Seteth’s space to stare hard into his eyes. 

The faith magic she’d worked so hard to use sung from her fingers without a second thought, reaching out to heal the injury he sustained on her behalf. She would have been fine. She knew it. If he hadn’t been there, if she couldn’t take the attack, one Divine Pulse was all she needed to reverse and prepare for the outcome yet again. 

He didn’t know this. And his reaction, while a nice realization towards how far she could trust their safety with him, was an altogether new set of problems she wasn’t ready to deal with. 

      “Don’t put that on me.” She finally managed after her heal spell dispersed. “To you, it’s a sacrifice to protect someone. To me, it’s an added pressure. An added concern. An added weight to what I’ve already been given before I ever had a choice in the matter.” 

Her banner is what brought many to Claude’s side. Her strength and so-called connection to the Goddess is what gave them religious backing. Beles knew, without a doubt, she was being used and she allowed it. But everyone looked to her. Everyone wanted her guidance. Everyone trusted her to make the right decisions and keep everyone alive. 

       “... don’t think that my life is above your own. Don’t make me have to hold the guilt of your death if I wasn’t strong enough. Don’t do that to me. Don’t do that to Flayn. Please.”

She hoped, that for once, she’d gotten her point across before the words and emotions became too much for her to process and she fell silent yet again. 

        “Take care of yourself, Seteth. I can’t lose you too.”

Responding to "caring for—"

They’re almost at the end, only a few commanders to defeat—and the Demonic beast—then the Great Bridge will be won. But it’s been gruelling, keeping everyone alive. Linhardt’s nearly exhausted and his hands shake. He’s had no time to rest, to deal with the thin slice he’s gained to his side. Off to the north, the healer glimpses Seteth astride his wyvern as he dispatches an archer. The former aide’s been a driving force in this campaign and a surprisingly strong ally. Linhardt’s glad to have him with them. A wild shriek drags his attention back to the fight before him. Caspar and Ferdinand have nearly brought down the Beast, but it’s tenacious and dangerous in its rage. Just as Linhardt’s moving up, it lands a terrible strike, throwing Caspar back into the bridge’s walls. A sickening thud of armour and flesh stops the scholar’s heart. The world goes silent and he reacts purely on instinct, hands and lips struggling to form the sigils needed to save his friend. Except the magic is barely a glow on his fingers. Linhardt tries again and again, but each time the effect is lessened and he dashes to Caspar’s side. On his knees by the warrior’s body, he grabs his shoulders and summons his strength one last time. He won’t let Caspar die! And, somehow, the magic comes—blazes through Linhardt’s touch—but it’s odd, wilder than it should be. He sees his friend’s eyes blink open, hears the strong beat of his heart, and the spell fades. Thank the Goddess…

The bishop sighs in relief and lets his gaze drop from Caspar’s face to where his hands sit on shoulders. It takes him a moment to register what’s wrong, that there’s small claws where there should be nails, and fine lines of blue-green scales running along his fingers. Linhardt stands in surprise and—oh, that was the wrong thing to do! His eyes go wide as the world tilts. Everything goes dark before he even hits the stone.

❛   ——  i’ve  been  doing  some  thinking  about  what  you  said ,  seteth .   ❜   he  looks  away ,  perhaps  only  feeling  safe  saying  this  because  the  church  is  not  what  it  used  to  be .  he’s  older  now ,  he  has  strength  --- of  body  and  will .   ❛   ...  i  don’t  know  if  i’m  going  to  stay  here  when  the  war  ends .   ❜  

@hecvenwept​ asked edelgard, “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” 

"  i’m fine.  ”  she lies openly,  one of the most blatant kind.  her eyes were barely held open,  practically by mental fortitude alone.  she did not know how to stop working.  either her papers were in order,  or she was organizing,  fiddling,  arguing with herself;  there’s nothing worth doing that isn’t worth overdoing.  besides,  she is aching anyways,  and the aches keep her awake.  may as well do something with all her time.   “  i just...  need this finished.  then i will sleep,  i promise.  ”

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♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

i meant what i said i don’t listen to music at all !!!!   i have nothing to offer u !!!!  here have ferdie singing instead 

ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

answered  here :>

✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

no none at all in fact i exclusively draw dumb doodles of my dogs when they look at me funny:

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?