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@eaglrd
i miss writing edelgard and all Ladylike
i might come back some day, but like all of my other indie blogs, consider edelgard on an indefinite hiatus. i miss writing in general and especially this fandom, but my brain is just not here for tungle, try as hard as i might to get back into the swing of things. hopefully that changes in the new year, but until then, i hope y’all are having a grand holiday season & will have a beautiful new year ♡
Last but not least an edelgard screencap redraw
fleetingdance:
“ it is the bittersweetness of never going home again. ”
@eaglrd — a softer sea — original strip.
‘ --- quite a sentiment . ‘ she finally replied after a moment of contemplation , and it truly was ; tragic & almost beautiful despite it’s explanation being mostly the former . war changed people . bloodshed changed people . although it might have been physically possible to return to the place you once thought of as home , it does not always feel the same / provide the comforts it used to . she had watched it happen enough times , & was well aware she would soon have a similar fate . no matter , edelgard cleared her throat as if she were rambling aloud --- ‘ do you write , ser laslow ? ‘
how we used to be.
girls dont want boyfriends, girls want fancy ceremonial daggers to wear strapped to their thighs for style and intimidation
A black eagle
cursedcrest:
“ lady edelgard. ” a bow, and their tired eyes flick up to meet hers. ( they could be a ghost taken solid form, the way the specter of death clung to them like a shawl. ) “ thank you for welcoming me into the black eagles. i am pleased to be here. ”
@eaglrd 📚’D
‘ we are equally pleased to have you join us , marianne . i hope you will let me know if there is anything i can do to help you adjust .. would you care for tea ? ‘
@aegeir:
in his extreme focus, ferdinand had not even considered that the scurrying of a rodent across the ground would break edelgard’s own. ferdinand had always been single - minded in that sort of way — and given his high opinion of the snowy - haired maiden before him, her fear was not to be expected. just as he’d caught onto edelgard’s critically - aimed attack, no less ! it is oddly … humanizing, a trait that brings him just a bit closer to her — breaches that gap, that threshold. she is so much more powerful, amazing, unattainable, and, perhaps, she is not nearly as much so. but … it does not bring him the twisted satisfaction that may have entered a lesser man. instead, there’s a softening of his expression, concern working its way into his features. his weapon, just as hers, is left off to the side — discarded — as, gently, he makes his way to the imperial lady. ( the uncharacteristic flush of her cheeks, the rise in fall of her chest; it was just as unsettling as it was strangely … charming ).
❛ edelgard — ❜ a hand is carefully placed atop her shoulder, any pretenses of a challenge having long since been dropped from his visage. ❛ do not worry — it would be … ❜ morally wrong ? not very noble - like ? would go against his true feelings if he were to expose her fear to the others ? ❛ disadvantageous for me to share something like this, no ? ❜ that would have to do to avoid any unnecessary assumptions.
❛ i could take care of the creature for you. ❜ his free hand raises in a nonchalant gesture typical of one such ferdinand von aegir. ❛ while you return to your dorm, that is. unless … that is not preferable. ❜
she blinks at him , quick to divert her stare to dusty boots . ridiculous , she thought , how it embarrassed her to be so embarrassed ! it was not as though edelgard distrusted ferdinand , in fact , he was one out of a small handful of confidants she could count on indubitably ; time & time again . but for anyone with such a burning desire for rivalry on the battlefield , she was understandably skeptical of her vulnerabilities made known --- whether they were related to arms or not .
‘ no ! --------- i mean , i do not mind waiting here while you ... --- would you mind terribly ? ‘ in truth , there was no way she would exit this room knowing that scoundrel was running amok / nor would she rest without seeing it disposed of with her own eyes . there were no means to harm , but a small part of her feared it might linger for revenge upon being thrown out ; edelgard felt like a madwoman at the thought ... !
‘ ... i appreciate your discretion , ferdinand . ‘ she spoke again , her voice laced with apprehension / lavender gaze searched to meet that of amber . arms tensed at either side , her shoulders stiffened . ‘ and --- i apologize for such childish behavior , how inane i must seem ... ‘
reminder ! i love lady edelgard
Times sure change… dont they?
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you are still growing, remember? do not stunt your growth for anyone else.
❛ edelgard --- ❜ he is ... unsure of how to approach the topic again. previously, he'd done it with such gusto but now ? he is worried ( so much for optimism ) that chance might now be lost forever. in the end, he decides to ask honestly, mustering as much of his usual confidence as he can. ❛ i'm curious about our conversation from before ... would now be a good time for us to continue it ? ❜ // aegeir ;) ily
‘ —— … i suppose . ‘
there were many circumstances in which edelgard felt entirely in control — her motivation MAXED out , and probably a little too confident about the situation at hand . most of her life she has only ever had to be stoic , firm , clear , — cold ; not instructively , of course … the frost came after years and years of practice in the ways of planning and politics , strategies and statistics . however , these aspects of her character seem to disappear completely when it came to speaking matters of the HEART , her heart . the emperor assumed if she were to end up marrying , it would fall more along the lines of an arrangement — not exactly something she wanted for herself , but was completely prepared to accept should the occasion arise . to think she would actually have the chance proclaim her heart’s intent to someone she could see herself truly being with , someone who was truly worthy of sharing those secrets … was something of a dream ; or perhaps it only felt that way because of HIM.
in spite of that …
it is never an easy thing to put yourself in a vulnerable position ; yet , ferdinand was able to do such an act with ease , seemingly effortlessly . ( if one thing was certain , he would not be outdone on this . ) could she not be so bold to do the same ? shoulders tensed / lips pursed , the color in her cheeks nearly matched her dress . SHE STARES , blinking momentarily as she gathers the courage to find the words , it would take much more than that to speak them .
‘ ferdinand , i — ‘ HER VOCALS ARE UNUSUALLY SOFT , his name trips in her throat & she loses her voice ; however briefly . if the gods have not truly abandoned the people of fódlan , surely they would show her mercy in this endeavor of a confession … edelgard would not dare question his intentions , he was one of the most honorable men she’d come to know and know well ; always quick and willing to do right by his family and comrades in great extents . & though their shared history could be considered legend , she knew the lancer would not ask for her hand simply for the sake of their ancestors — no ; he asked for her hand because he loved her , and would love her for the rest of their days . she very much wanted to return the affections .
‘ to have you by my side — to spend the rest of my life with you —— i would … i would be honored to accept .. ! ‘ // @aegeir
(edelgard & lysithea) and somebody’s listening at night, with the ghosts of my friends
bold what applies + tag mutuals to do the same in a new post !
tagged by : @aegeir !! the best ily tagging : anyone who’d like to do this & hasn’t can say i tagged them !
defensiveness.
arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
reflective.
hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
suspicion.
arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose
confidence.
hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo
insecurity & anxiety.
chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically
frustration.
short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / running hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers w/ notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up — defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
“ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another .. ” 👀
lips would part & his eyes would settle upon hers, how they looked up at him, almost as if she was expectant. of another advance by him, or did she expect him to back down ? he could not definitively say — but he could say this: it was not any amount of dislike that resided within her voice. it had been soft, a quiet admonishment & nothing more. if anything, ferdinand, in his competitiveness, takes it as a challenge to do just that. to kiss her again & again until this lady should undo him for his hubris. the idea makes him bold & he draws close once more, even as he was certain that the warmth of his face wouldn’t go unnoticed. he pauses a hairbreadth away from plush lips.
❛ yet, i do not see you pulling away, edelgard. ❜ she was more than able to & he did not hold her too tightly as to make such a thing more difficult to achieve. he was gentle & warm, & so very worried about harming the bond that they shared.
a hand would travel to settle lightly at the side of her face, the other pressing to the small of her back & bringing her closer. then, he gingerly kisses her once more, sipping that sweet ambrosia from the source. would it be foolish to say that it was as if achieving godhood through only a fleeting & meaningful touch ? nay, nay — never was one’s apotheosis in vain.
@eaglrd
hearnes:
“ PHEW , remind me to never find myself on the other side of your axe , edelgard . ” he’d happen , by chance , to stumble upon her in the training yards . his back strapped with his bow and some arrows , with hopes to get some training in before his studies . “ you’re absolutely vicious … i think that training doll may have had a spouse … and kids . and now ——– ? ” / @eaglrd
‘ i am relieved you know your place , ‘ she said with a smirk / hinting at a JEST , & leaving it hard to tell . steel pressed into the ground , her hands rested on the axe’s handle ; the heiress could not wait to have aymr returned to her after turning the relic into the blacksmith for repairs . ‘ perhaps that revelation might serve to remind you to stay in it from time to time . ‘