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        “ o - oh, i don’t make a habit of this sort of thing, i assure you. ”

unprompted / always accepting / @lucdex​

❝ hm, isn’t too late for you to be in the library? ❞  words fall upon deaf ears, as he’s so lost in his studies. candle has since burnt out, and yuri has to wonder if claude was actually still reading or if he was lost in his own thoughts. upon seeing the other’s visage more closely, he figured claude had fallen asleep. carefully, he removes his own cape, sighing gently as he placed it tenderly ‘pon the other’s shoulder. if claude is going to sleep here, he may as well be comfortable.

to find a library untouched by the watchful eye of the church of seiros is to him equal as to finding the holy grail. how many books have been taken away from the academy’s library he may never know but there is one thing for certain; it must have been a lot. the house leader would never deny that he may be a little too nosy when it comes to the affairs of other. he is after all a curious soul with a thirst for knowledge and discovery. it’s only natural that he wants to read every book before he has to leave the abyss again (as part of him feels like he won’t be returning to this place any time soon). 

however he cannot fend himself against slumber forever and soon enough darkness overtakes him, lulling him into sleep as he uses the book in front of him as a pillow. no doubt his neck would hurt the next morning. 

from a young age he would make certain to never fall asleep in a place where he would not be able to defend himself. it left him with little hours to actually find rest, but he learnt to live with it. though had he known he would fall asleep in a place like this then he may have reconsidered opening the book that has now become his pillow. as much as he wants the alliance between the golden deer and ashen wolves to work he still has trouble trusting them. who is to say he won’t end up with a knife pointing at his back? 

but it would not be the first time he has been proven wrong and certainly not the last.

when he finally wakes up again claude cannot help but curse himself for falling asleep like he did, though thoughts soon come to a halt when he sees a familiar fabric draped over his shoulders. gaze scanning his surroundings but yuri is nowhere to be found. covering his mouth a yawn escapes his lips before he stands up from his chair and goes to search for his fellow schemer but instead encounters another familiar face. balthus. 

“you look more uncomfortable than hubert.”  edelgard leans against the vacant wall next to yuri,  just behind all the tables  &  the bustling students.  she sports a bemused expression for ahead of them,  dorothea leads hubert in a theatrical dance---  the mix of displeasure  &  focus on his face.  never prone to forgetting her manners though,  she nurses two cold glasses of the weak wine the academy allows their students to consume in her hands  &  she’s thankful for its frigidity when the ballroom seems so humid.  “would you like a drink,  yuri?  it’s an awfully warm evening.”

❝   you are friends with constance,   yes ?   ❞   despite himself,    there is a low-strung note of some bygone sadness,    perhaps wistfulness,    to his voice.   still,   he keeps is gaze stern,    a forced hardness that coats it like gleaming cuirass.    ❝   do you see her often ?   -----  if so,   i have a favor to ask.   ❞

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❝      I   WOULDN’T   ADVISE      stealing   from   me.   you   may   lose   a   finger   for   little   gold.   that   is,   unless   you   have   some   other   reason   to   tail   me.      ❞