#lethargiicc

Starter for @lethargiicc !

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Sylvain realises, with something like creeping horror, that his priorities since his arrival at the monastery are so skewed.

He’d spent this first day simply sorting through his belongings. Honestly, he didn’t even notice that he’d packed so much, and by the time he was done he just wanted to flop down on his bed and sleep, which he did, but a two-hour nap somehow ended up with him sleeping until morning.

His second turned into finding supplies in town, which he took for an opportunity to spend the day in town and getting a feel – heh – for the local ladies, but that had turned into hanging out with Felix, which he was glad for, don’t get him wrong, but it wasn’t what he had initially planned.

He had to have been cursed, he’d made plans to attempt to go into town a few more times, but they were all thwarted. He’s in the middle of trying to figure out what high power is in play keeping him from finding the girl(s) of his dreams when it hits him.

The town is the problem, and maybe the Goddess is trying to tell him that he should be looking around the monastery itself. How could he have missed it?

Resolve found, Sylvain reaches over to rummage blindly in his drawer for the map he had received the day he arrived and gives it a once over. He could go to the dining hall, but he’s not that hungry so any invitation that he offers to eat with him would be seen through within minutes of accepting. The greenhouses could provide a pretty setting, but too intimate for a first encounter, he thinks, more of a second date spot. Finally, his eyes fall on the library on the second floor, bookish girls are usually pretty fun, often a little shy and easy to make blush.

Yep, that’s his destination. He jumps off his bed and swipes up his jacket, throwing it on but not fastening it closed, all the better for showing off his open collar, and makes his way to the library with a whistle and a spring in his step.

He’s disappointed at first, not a single woman in sight. In fact, there’s only two people even in here, a monk who gives him a filthy look that promptly halts his whistling, and a young fellow who looks more like he should be going back to bed rather than reading.

Sylvain weighs up his options. The monk is already turned off him, so he doesn’t pay her much attention. The boy is busy, but he’s also cute. Still, disturbing him doesn’t seem like all that smart of an idea, really.

But what need does Sylvain have for something like better judgement?

He crosses the room in a handful of strides, pulling out the chair next to the boy and spinning it around so he can straddle it, rest his elbows on the top of the backrest and his chin upon his arms, grinning an amorous grin.

@lethargiicc

It was a little bit of a frustrating experience finding out where, exactly, the books on dark magic were kept, with Peri being forced to wander most of the monastery before discovering the library--but now that she’s here, she can see that there’s gonna be a ton of things she can learn at this place! After all, just look at all these books! Just look at...all these...hm.

Now that she’s solved the problem of finding the books, she’s got a new problem of not knowing where she’s supposed to start here. Just glancing at some nearby spines she can tell some books are on the history of the continent and their church or whatever--and that’s boring! Who wants to read about that stuff when she knows there’s gotta be some hefty, painful black magic to study up on somewhere in this library? And it’s a school, so she knows she’s probably not gonna be lucky enough to have a ton of picture books on the boring stuff around there.

Thus begins Peri’s walk around the library, more or less in circles, encountering a more or less mixed bag of topics but none that are the object of her desires right now--until, at last, she hits the jackpot. It’s at a bit of a lower level than she’s practiced with already, but there’s nothing wrong with refreshing your memory, right? Especially when practice is as fun as it usually is with dark magic! But, of course, when her hand shoots out to take the book, it collides with someone else’s--someone else’s who she hadn’t really noticed, absorbed in her search as she was.

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starter for @unbeatingashenheart & @lethargiicc

Although it was already well past midday, the dining hall was still filled and the dozens of voices - some chattering away eagerly about the start of the year, others anxious of what was to come - condensed into an indiscernible cacophony made all the worse by the high ceilings. And the smell… Hubert wrinkled his nose at the faint, grey haze that hung in the candlelight. The remnants of someone’s failed attempt in the kitchen. Had it been his choice, he would have kept far from the dining hall during this time of year, but the invitation had been a thinly veiled command - one that Hubert would have just as soon ignored, professor’s decree or not, had Byleth not been such a curiosity. He wasn’t fond of the crowds. Or the students’ boisterousness.

Keeping to the back wall, the one nearest the door to the entrance hall, he surveyed the tables with lifted chin and carefully schooled indifference. She wasn’t hard to spot, as unusual as her style of dress was amidst a sea of uniforms, and Hubert made his way to the table she had picked out before she could notice him.

“Hello, Professor.” From him, the greeting ran cold, at odds with the oily smile he wore. “Your punctuality is impressive.” ‘For a mercenary, as you claim to be’ hid in the shadow of each word. His eyes dropped to the two places she had already set and after a flash of unfettered surprise, his expression softened.

“Unexpected,” he commented, pulling out the chair on the right and taking a seat. “This dish is not particularly popular in Fódlan.”

A bowl of cold, pickled fish in a spicy brine, each with a fresh loaf of rye and an assortment of vegetables sat at each of the three table placements. Hubert examined his with interest.