#hevrhardt

“ good afternoon, linhardt. ” marianne stirs the soup in front of them, the clanking of metal against ceramic sides echoing in the small space around them. their brown eyes watch his cloudy reflection, mouth curled up- their conversation in the library echoing in their mind. “ do you need something ? ”

@hevrhardt​​ » ✍️ - for caspar | touch starved meme | no longer accepting

✍️ - Write something on my muse

caspar asked petra about her face mark and apparently that was some form of body painting? not that he knew much about it, but it looked kinda cool and he wondered what kind of sign he'd give himself, but he couldn't possibly paint his own face, so what was there left to do after mixing the color? right, knock on linhardt's door and hope he wasn't buried beneath a million books and their dust. a sleepy face greeted him however and caspar showed the paint to him. " draw something cool on my face. you know just like petra has! you're a lot more creative than you look, so let me in and draw something! "

@hevrhardt​ »  licks caspar's abs----

       “ Ahaha, heeey Linhardt, buddy old pal! “ You were... too friendly, as per usual. ( nothing wrong with that, you figured! it’s how you normally were - you tried to be friendly to make up for your antics. ) A hand lightly tapped on the back of his head with a stack of papers.

The library was, in Seteth’s humble opinion, Garreg Mach’s most precious building; it held millenia of history in it, tomes that even somebody like him might have never laid eyes on. And, well- he was fond of knowledge, and a firm believer of the idea that even at his age, there was still more to learn about the world. So, who could blame him for liking to spend most of his free time in the monastery’s library?

Of course, free time was scarce. Between being Rhea’s round-the-clock assistant, the Academy’s wyvern-riding instructor, and technically a bishop, he couldn’t spare any time during the day to read in the library. So usually, he visited in the evenings.

What truly surprised him, was that he wasn’t the only one.

❞  Good evening, Linhardt.  ❝ He wasn’t certain about whether or not the student had noticed him approach, and made the spontaneous decision to not announce his approach in advance.

❞  It’s quite late, don’t you think? I’d imagined someone as studious as you would choose to not leave an assignment for the last minute, am I wrong? ❝

Not denying his curiosity, he chanced a glance above the boy’s shoulder.

@archersmight​ said:  "Whatever happens during the sermon, know that I had nothing to do with it." (Claude) / and /  "Okay, maybe I AM a little bit responsible for that." (Claude, regarding what @hevrhardt​ did)