#hrimfabless

kiss prompts muah!

When Edelgard enters the Black Eagles classroom, there are times she simply allows herself to get absorbed in the moment. Perhaps it is because she is enjoying this temporary luxury of sameness- A student with others, presenting herself as a sound House Leader and nothing more. Her classmates are filled with ideas and wisdom, filling the room with life and knowledge.

Looking at Nótt, Edelgard cannot help and feel struck by an emotion of want. From glances alone, the princess knows she is someone to be counted on. Strong and kind, hardworking and determined. She feels she can learn a lot from her, as if the inevitability of the Black Eagles house drew them together.

Days pass in the classroom, moments sweeping as if every second flies by in the blink of an eye. Yet, with each sunrise, her thoughts never falter. She is not familiar with this emotion- The urge to seek out Nótt and understand her in a way few knew Edelgard.

Students trickle out of the classroom, but Edelgard and Nótt remain. When Edelgard turns towards Nótt still in her seat, her eyes are glued onto her. She doesn't know what she is thinking, nor is she in a position to determine that. She pushes aside her feelings, struck by determination and impulsion. She stands in front of her classmate's seat, palms face down on the table to grab her attention. "Nótt. I must speak with you at once. There is something I need to know- I must know, rather."

Before she allows her to answer, Edelgard intercepts. She bends forward, placing a kiss on her cheek. Her fingers move off the table rapidly, running back towards her side as if they were never there. Her face turns red, akin to the crimson cape she so proudly wears.

The Ethereal Ball is still months away but that won’t stop students and staff looking forward to it early. There’s one big hiccup at present, however: the Goddess Tower, where hopes and dreams of confessions and romance go to burn bright or crash and peter out, is reportedly being haunted by a nasty ghost. What’s worse, the specter seems to particularly have it out for those touched by love’s embrace. Not to mention, no one is technically allowed inside… Patrol the grounds or bust in, and save the Ball from certain doom.

 @hrimfabless

Ingrid does not believe in ghosts, at least not in the way this rumored goddess tower spectre is portrayed. The dead never really leave, she knows that but neither has she seen any evidence they rattle around in chains causing trouble to young lovers. Despite her own love of stories Ingrid thinks it all a little ridiculous, but clearly the church is worried enough about how the rumors might look especially so near the Milenium Festival that someone needed to take a look.

Ingrid is just surprised by who it is she’s paired up with to do so, though having never met Nótt before she was bound to have ended up surprised in some way about the woman. She looks as if she’s coming out some of Ingrid’s favroite legends herself – though Ingrid would never tell her such a thing, afraid to offend. All Ingrid knows is that she is a foreign student from the Black Eagles house who had volunteered for this patrol all her own.

They were alike in that. Though it was less out of interest on Ingrid’s part that she had volunteered and more her own restless legs and the assurance that the ghost would have no need to come after her.

touch as gentle as glass - not accepting

Bernadetta froze as two hands close around her face. Oh Goddess, oh no...had she done something? Bernie didn't think she'd done anything. She tried really hard to be good and do things right and not do anything stupid like dumb, no brains Bernie usually would.

She lets out a quiet squeak as Nott pulls her closer - oh no, this is it! This is definitely it! Bernie doesn't know what she did wrong, but divine retribution for it approaches in the form of a giant woman with pretty eyes and strong muscles that was definitely going to crush Bernie like a tiny, insignificant fly.

She was sorry for what she did! She was sorry for coming to the academy! She was sorry for even having the audacity to be born!