#unkneight

anon said: dimitri, sylvain, felix !

wed, bed, behead ! // accepting !

          ❛ as much as i’d prefer my hands clean, i suppose the nature of this game requires some brutality. ❜ her lips curled, just so, even as she glanced off disinterestedly. they were speaking in hypotheticals, not realities, and, so, she could apply as much logic as she wished without feeling her heart crumble.

          ❛ i think that i would wed sylvain. i can hear the collective sigh in the room, but hear me out: he is much more than we all see him as. not to mention, i would be able to bed him as much as i wish. ❜ not that she’d even need marriage for that, but that wasn’t the nicest thing to say out loud. especially about a treasured friend.

          ❛ now, we can’t leave faerghus without a king. so it’s either i take over or dimitri lives. and i wouldn’t mind taking over. sometimes i think that i could run things better and it would spare dear felix’s life ... ❜ what was it she’d said about not feeling anything ? she seemed to have forgotten that this was a game along the way.

          ❛ i’m sorry, dimochka. i’d have to bed felix and behead you. i can’t fathom harming felix, but i could see myself putting you out of your misery if my hand was forced. ❜

@unkneight​ said: “You’re a monster, just like him.” aw geez

          his words hit her with a force equivalent to a strike of the other aforementioned monster’s weapon, nearly enough to send her reeling backward. but she remained where she stood, manicured fingers drumming against the maps and documents and other paraphernalia crowding the desk she’d commandeered for herself in this spare room in the monastery. rather, she stayed silent in the face of felix’s accusations, the only indication that she’d paid any heed to what he’d said being the sneer that stretched across her face.

          he could be an emotional disaster, but she could be a million times worse. more unhinged, more dangerous if the way that her hands began to twitch was any hint of what was to come. a moment later, they started to spark, followed by that familiar rush. run, run, run, her mind urged. escape while you still can. the words she spoke did not share the same amount of sentiment.

          ❛ get. out. ❜

          when felix did not immediately budge, she dared raise a trembling hand, a hand that shook with the burden of the rest of her trying to staunch her gift’s traitorous flow. gift, her mother had called it. it was a curse and now it could be turned upon him. she released her hold, throwing the blast off to the side at the last minute. because she didn’t want to hurt him --- no one else would unnecessarily die at her hands. still, the satisfying crash of the room’s windows shattering made it worth it despite the mess.

@unkneight​ said: ‘  nothing  has  to  change  today .  ’

          ❛ no, it doesn’t, but ❜ --- she took his hand into her own, pressing her lips lightly to his knuckles --- ❛ it also doesn’t mean that i am any less willing to show you the depth of what i feel. ❜ was that hopelessly romantic of her ? perhaps it was. perhaps it wasn’t appropriate to be so bold quite yet. still, when had klaudia ever been appropriate or traditional or conventional about anything she did ?

@unkneight​​ said: ' klaudia ... ' he called out to her turned back, eagerly anticipating the sight of her iridescent gaze. ' i've returned. i'm sorry that it took so long. '

          how long had it been since she’d heard his voice ? truly heard it and it had not been mixed among the voices of the ghosts that chased after her worries like mad hounds ? her mind can’t summon an answer. even now that was what she wrote his voice off as. but the presence remained, eating away at her until she was left with no choice other than to face it in a whirl of fabric ---

          the ferocity of her glare diminished when it fell upon felix’s features. his unscathed, completely whole form. his face flush with the color of life. the woman took a careful, measured step forward. and then another, and another, and so on, and soon she stood directly before him. her traitorous, racing heart did its best to claw its way up her throat as her eyes roved his face.

          ❛ felix. ❜

          klaudia took his shoulders into her hands. real. they rose to the sides of his face. real. she was sure that if she kissed him she’d find his lips to be real as well. every part of him was real. he was here. he’d returned to her. klaudia swallowed.

          what was there to say ? i was so worried about you. how dare you make me believe you were dead ? please never do that again. please never leave me. please --- please --- please ---

          she threw her arms around him in a crushing embrace. as if he would disappear forever if she let go of him. as if she would spiral if felix wasn’t there to be her lifeline.

          ❛ welcome back. welcome home. we ... we were all so worried. ❜

          her body shook and she just let it. a sob tore from her lips and she allowed for it. she curled into him, burying her head into his shoulder. she squeezed her eyes shut. klaudia was hidden; her weakness couldn’t be seen. that was how it worked, wasn’t it ?

          ❛ you idiot, i ... ❜