#lustreless

which was convenient, as it allowed him more time to search. not hunt, as he had with the boar, he was not tracking a wild beast. he just wanted to know if he was alone. a handful of familiar faces didn’t matter, weren’t the same; for now, he was still alone.

and then, all at once, he wasn’t.

he passed by a tucked away vista in town, probably a pretty view even without the familiar blanket of white, and a shock of bright red caught his eye. a double-take, a moment of doubt-- as if felix didn’t know him anywhere. the back of sylvain’s head and the way he held himself were just as familiar as his face, his voice, his laugh.

stepping beside the man, he announced his presence with a verbal jab, same as ever. “and here i thought i would get a moment’s respite, but even in some faraway land, you manage to find me.” never mind that felix had found him first.

FOUR RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ✧ ACCEPTING !

nooo sylvain dont frown ur too sexy ahaha /kicked

👫 Them? Play chess? It’s more likely than you think and they both are actually Very into it despite both their talks during it and their demeanor being relaxed. The talks are actually also a part of trying to get the other to make a mistake. It only becomes obvious that they were invested in the match when the other wins and they become huffy about losing.

👫 If Claude catches sight of Sylvain flirting but Sylvain doesn’t notice he’s there, he’ll just watch for a bit, quote word for word some of the lines Sylvain used when they next meet up, and play dumb about having heard any of them before.

👫 I’m ngl, with both of them being the type to hide behind masks, I think ironically they have great potential to come clean with each other and be truthful with their thoughts. It’s the mutual understanding, I think. Plus in the end they have good hearts.

👫 This is nonspecific af but I can’t get the image of Claude giving Sylvain a scalp and shoulder massage out of my head. Something stemming from Claude saying he’d braid Sylvain’s hair if it were longer and then leading to offering that instead as compensation, but Sylvain likes it and Claude’s good at it so it’s just something that happens sometimes.

Having managed to purchase a small, leather-bound notebook from a store near her new home, Bernadetta was happy. The pens were different in this different place, but she’d managed to figure it out pretty quickly. This type of pen was actually pretty convenient!

She should have known it would be a bad idea to start a new story in a public place, but she was just so excited by her new idea: a brave, plucky heroine sent unexpectedly to a new world, surrounded by strangers. It was only based on a true story...the heroine was much more likable, in her mind.

She’d barely scrawled down the first few words when she saw a familiar blaze of red hair nearby, and she panicked, clutching her notebook to her chest. Still, she managed to put her foot down, even in the face of another person.

@lustreless​ asked: [embrace]

nonverbals -  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

Dimitri didn’t like giving hugs.

The Crest of Blaiddyd was a terrible burden, sometimes. He’s broken so much because of it--equipment, dishes, scissors. Adding people to that list was something he preferred happen in battle, not outside. He didn’t trust himself.

For some reason though, Sylvain did. It was’t even a particularly stand-out moment, Sylvain and him had just been talking and Dimitri let what semblance of a facade he had up slip and just the slightest bout of homesickness shone through. He broke through the personal bubble almost immediately to wrap his arms around Dimitri, A tight embrace that felt warm, nonthreatening.

“Let it out. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt me!” it was said with such abandon that Dimitri wasn’t sure he was wholly ok himself. And still....

Dimitri wrapped his own arms around Sylvain, burying head in the crook of his neck as his grip tightened. He knew how to kill with these hands and these hands alone. This wasn’t that kind of movement, It was something he purposefully avoided, trying to spread his pressure evenly across the back so he accidentally didn’t snap something.

It felt nice, to squeeze. To have something warm under him, its heart not beating in frantic double-time. 

(Or maybe it was racing, and Dimitri couldn’t tell with the pace matching his own)

Still embracing Dimitri took a deep breath, ribs pressing against ribs ans he began to stretch out his whole body in the process. At this point he was taking Sylvain’s entire weight with him effortlessly--with only a couple centimeters of difference between the two these days it likely wasn’t noticeable. It didn’t seem to bother Dimitri until he realized just how long he’d been keeping this position, and abruptly dropped him.

(There wasn’t far to fall, it was a gentle drop.)

The more of the blue lion house seemed to be arriving which was nice, seeing those of her house felt nice- any of her classmates being here felt nice but the blue lion house just seemed a little more important to her. They’d helped her when being kidnapped and for that she was grateful- her brother was unsure of her joining due to Sylvain and his ‘nature’ of flirting which struck a nerve with Flayn deeply. These thoughts only came rushing to her as she was out and spotted  Sylvain on her walk and the thought of the foolish things her brother had told her came rushing, they seemed so silly now... flirting with chickens and horses... how silly. 

What’s that look for? Well, look might be a bit generous, stare might be more of an accurate description for the situation. Sure, his clothing might be a little odd, he’s been told that before— you know, in the sense that he sticks out like a sore thumb, but that’s besides the point. It really doesn’t warrant that much staring, as far as he’s aware. Boy adjusts headphones over his ears, tries not to be so sensitive ( he might be overthinking this, after all ), but he can’t help but be a little leery of the lack of subtlety here.

Motions falter for a brief moment— cheeks are not quite as red as the scarlet scarf wrapped around her neck, although only part of it is from how cold it is, it is at least on some level out of being slightly flustered. Smile is serene, even if laughter bubbles forth a little nervously...? She’s not very good at accepting other people’s kindness. It’s just not how the roles go.