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Adachi had been dreaming. About what, exactly, was starting to fade away - something involving running away, perhaps the dark paths of Magatsu Inaba, but details were fading fast as he slipped back into consciousness. He registered the faint sounds of a bleeping monitor, the low hum of air conditioning. Adachi opened his eyes the barest sliver he could, trying to make sense of the blurry ceiling he found himself staring at. In bed... in the hospital? He blinked his eyes open a little further, looking around. Someone was with him.

It was hard to discern what exactly hurt, but he sure felt as if he'd been hit by a freight train. Whatever he had been given for pain took the worst of it away, but in exchange turned his thoughts into a confused blur - everything was snippets of the last few hours in random order, and he couldn't be sure what he'd dreamed and what he'd done.

Glancing to one side, he could see the faint outlines of police officers on guard behind the door, silhouetted by the brighter light of the hall. Slowly rolling his head back to his other side, the blurred figure of whoever it was at his beside with their head down came into focus.

He extended his arm slowly towards him, as if kidding himself that he was capable enough of grabbing the front of his shirt now.

 The Florem boy has been growing. A strange child rescued from darkness by the Grand Marshall - who doesn't know of him, after all? Heinkel, who has been watching the lad distantly, now waits with his cloak wrapped around him in one of Central Command's outer courtyard. The cold long since stopped bothering him, even with the upbringing and constitution of a native Eisenberger, so he is patient.

 Of course it had to be Argent that Braev approached for a 'second opinion'. Perhaps it is Braev's will that the older boy serve alongside his own blood-daughter some day - that would be quite his style, after all. Leaning against the wall are two training swords, enough to get a measure of the boy's temperament. From what he hears he is tenacious, but he has heard little else about him. There is no better way to learn someone - young or old, neophyte or veteran - than how they handle a blade.

 He hears footsteps from inside, small ones, and the outer door grinding open. Now who could that be?

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It appears that the training of young Alternis Dim is going quite well - Braev does not cease to speak highly of him and his progress whenever we meet. I've rarely ever seeb him so proud of someone before - not even of Edea I'm afraid. No wonder that the girl has trouble believing in her father's love at times...

Still, I would very much like to confirm for myself the skill of the lad. I hear he is the one that has taken up the Dark Knight Asterisk, and I wonder how he fares in handling it. I trust Braev to be capable enough to guide the boy so he'll not fall to the darkness it carries, but still... Better safe than sorry.

After all, Alternis would be a loss difficult to accept. Especially for Edea...

Agnès had finished her morning prayers and decided to step outside of the Wind Temple before the day grew too hot.

She let out a deep sigh as the zephyrs of the crystals surrounded her, there wasn't a moment where she didn't have one issue or another weighing down on her shoulders, but she didn't have anyone to speak to about her troubles anymore, so she kept to herself becoming more and more withdrawn as time went on.

Her mind had wandered back to the happier days she spent with her fellow Warriors of Light, which offered a heavier weight on her than relief.

Pushing the thoughts aside, she cast her gaze up to the sky and the sun rose, and was met with an unusual sight.

"An Eternian airship?" she asked herself, she knew of only one Eternian who might go through the trouble of making their way to Ancheim and after the last encounter she'd had with that person, Agnès was not eager to commune again.

[[ufufufu not yet *w*]]

"Before... before everything happened, I had thought of you as nothing more than an ally, a fellow soldier of the duchy. I respected you for your strength and your devotion to the Grand Marshal, yet I knew little of your true character, aside from the few interactions I had seen between you and Edea. And then...

You found me once more, after I had lost everything. Everyone. After I had been resigned to an inevitable, forthcoming death, you tended to my wounds and brought me back to the duchy, back... to her. At that time, with the pain of losing so many important people still fresh, I withdrew, unable to abandon the empty notion of loyalty, yet not knowing how to proceed.

...And you remained with me. Showed me caring, concern, that I had not expected of you. That I had no longer expected of anyone, at that point. It was almost inevitable that I would grow attached to you, and wish to reciprocate that care that I had been so graciously shown.

I came to fear for your life, and the fear is only magnified as Edea's... condition... becomes more severe. That is the reason why, even with my injuries, I resolve to do all I can to aid you in this mission. I hope, through what little comfort my words and actions could have provided, that you can understand how much I care about you, that I would never wish for you to be alone... Perhaps, it is because I myself fear being left alone once more, above all. It is a selfish thought, I am well aware.

And yet... whenever we are together, there is an unmistakable feeling, almost a jolt... This, undeniably, is different from anything I had experienced in the past. I know I must curb my desires to treat you with more intimacy than before - I do not wish to distract either of us from the mission, especially given failure could mean your life, and remaining detached, removing personal sentiments, is the duty of a soldier in battle, but... this feeling only grows stronger by the day...

[[Alternis for first world AU *w*]]

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back. (“I-I had no idea you would feel this way towards me, Alternis… But I am… glad…”)

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure. (“…Certainly. You are… the only person I can trust now…”)

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure. 

[x] YES. (“If you ever need me… I will always be at your side.”)

Sex?:

[x] Let’s do it. (“I-if you are certain it is what you wish…”)

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

For Ringading:

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again. (wink wink)

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away. (canonly though…)

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[x] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure. (nightmares. totally just nightmares nothing else)

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

And for Alternis:

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[x] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.