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@munnymaiden sent : ☎ Charlotte has been locked out and Pelleas is the only neighbor at home

Thud,

SLAM!

The dishes and glassware trembled noisily in their cabinets, and two books slid out of place on the bookshelf in the silent aftermath of the vibration, tearing Pelleas’ attention away from the notebook he had been poring over all morning. He waited vigilantly for another quake, eyes darting warily to the framed artwork that rocked precariously against the wall, certain that it would hop from the single nail holding it in place and shatter across the hardwood. Instead of another disruptive slam though, a stream of expletives followed, and Pelleas quickly rose to check the window.

“What—“ His eyes widened. Why was she out in public like that? He barely even registered the sound of breaking glass behind him when she began hammering away at her door again. Then he pulled back sharply. Had she seen him? He wrung his hands with indecision and contemplated peeking outside again - just to make sure - but shook away the useless idea. He’d simply go back to his work, and…

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The glassware kept rattling, and Pelleas noticed the broken picture frame for the first time. No, he had no business interfering with whatever that woman was doing. He picked around the scattered shards of glass to retrieve a broom from the utility closet, but his conscience stopped him again. The frame was already broken.

Exhaling sharply, he put the broom back, grabbed his keys, and exited for the ground floor.

“Excuse me,” he started sheepishly, but his brow furrowed at the sight of punctured dry wall just right of the door. “Did you do that?”

His own foolishness made him flinch.

“I mean—“ Goddess above, she really wasn’t wearing anything appropriate. He looked down at his hands, fumbling loudly with his keyring.

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Charlotte put down the strange cup with a contented sigh. She certainly didn't see what was so special about the tea. It was fucking leaf water. But the royal had gone on and on about how special it was, and Charlotte wasn't going to jam an arrow in her own foot. "Thank you, Lady Say'ri. I just don't know what came over me, growing faint so suddenly...but your wonderful tea has certainly helped."             

Say’ri took a long sip of her drink before she spoke. 

“I was anxious for your health after your swoon, so I took the liberty of brewing what I considered might be made good for the blood.”

The teacup went down on the table, Say’ri’s palm flat and spread beside it. her chin rested lightly upon her left hand. She waited until Charlotte took another sip before she continued.

“Of course, some might say it is an aphrodisiac, but I don’t believe it to be so.”

Say’ri shrugged with one hand, the other edging toward her cup.

“Pardon?” Barely two steps through the door and already accosted. Pelleas turned, expecting the reddened, irate face of some townswoman he had inadvertently offended (it wouldn’t have been the first time; his burgeoning reputation as Daein’s king during the last war had placed an unfortunate target on his back as the face of the royal court, even after abdicating the role), but what greeted him instead triggered a less-than-subtle flush across his cheeks and he averted his eyes.

Searching his pockets for the gold he knew he wasn’t carrying, he tried to buy time to compose himself, and then cleared his throat.

Continued from here.

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Charlotte tensed and almost whirled around to snap at the stranger who nearly collided with her. She stopped, only because she saw the clothes that they were wearing. Fancy. And not the type of fancy that you would wear out and about casually if they were the only fancy clothes that you had.

She smoothed out her expression immediately and placed a hand to her chest. “Oh! You startled me…” She fluttered her lashes as if dazed before shaking her head. “I’m afraid I seem to have gotten myself a little lost…I’m not sure where exactly I am you see. Oh dear…”

Eliwood felt guilty. He had clearly startled the maiden as a result of nearly colliding with her, demonstrated through her reaction. He abhorred the idea of having been the cause of someone’s discomfort, but there was a piece of him that wondered if this was for the best. She had confirmed his question that she was indeed lost. At a minimum, he owed her directional assistance, which he was more than happy to provide.

“My sincerest apologies. I assure you it was not in my interest to frighten you.” He responded, presenting a warm smile. He was gentle by nature and kindness came as easy to him as breathing. 

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The midday sun was shining bright over the camp as noon rolled around. Laslow stood outside the guard posts on the edge of camp. He hadn’t been waiting there long. In fact the mercenary was rather early but he had all the patience in the world. Patience was what landed him this tea date after all.

Originally, he wanted to treat Charlotte for the meal she had provided but this was more of an observation now. Laslow had the rare chance to see both of the ax-maiden’s personalities which enticed him to learn more about her. 

Desperate times called for desperate measures when food was short. Hence Niles’s strange combination of old chocolates on a rotisserie chicken, with sauerkraut on the side. He looked at Charlotte, smirking.

Many wonderful shows had graced the castle’s private theatre, a wonderful spectacle for all. But there’s rumors of a ghost wandering the theatre at night…Why not investigate?

“Do you believe those rumors going around about the theater being haunted?”

The words leave Ephraim’s lips before he can consider that he might scare her. Different people have different levels of ghost story tolerance, after all. Personally Ephraim has never been one to believe in hauntings – well, perhaps ghosts existed on a spiritual level, but just to make some noise in a theater? That’s absurd.

“I was considering investigating just to lay that tale to rest once and for all. Most likely it’s some kind of animal scuttling around making noise. Or maybe someone’s hiding backstage pulling a prank on us. Either way, I’ll feel better if I see what’s going on with my own eyes.”

Send my muse TREAT for a random and delightful gift.

Hector had been fussing over what he should have out to drink once Charlotte came over. He had just started to talk with the other and didn’t know much about her yet so he wasn’t sure what her drinking preference would be. He looked over and saw Lilina playing with her toy axe that she had, pretending to be a monster and couldn’t help but chuckle and smile to himself. He wished that making decisions over what to set out to drink wasn’t so difficult, but it was proving to be harder than he originally anticipated. 

He went into the fridge and tried to see if he had anything besides sports drinks that he could put out. He searched in the back and found a small box of apple juice, laughing to himself as he pictured the type of reaction Charlotte would have if he invited her over for a juice box of all things. He decide to take it out so that Lilina would have something to drink so she wouldn’t try to take a sip of whatever he finally decided to put out. 

After handing his small daughter her juice box he looked over at the time and ran a frustrated hand through his hair, knowing that Charlotte would be over any minute. That’s when he remembered that he had a bottle of wine that Eliwood had given him awhile ago, telling him that it would be a great drink if he were to ever host a party. He figured that now was as good a time as ever to set it out since he wouldn’t have any other use for it.