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@edgecfdawn
☀️ — *wakes up from blacking out* the fuck -
☀️ [ EDELGARD ]
the notion alone is enough to spark tales unravelling of the cryptid that can sometimes be glimpsed between the trees of the darkest woods — and yet not a soul has ever seen it move. ashen demon might be more fitting for a story like that, of an ambivalent creature whose gaze is said to bring luck — though one never knows whether it’ll be good or bad.
“are you lacking for time just to sit here at the monastery?” edelgard questions. she lowers herself to sit at byleth’s side, careful not to disrupt the water as she settles. “don’t get me wrong, i don’t doubt for a moment the effort you put into your students, but you never seem particularly… pressed. you seem so unflappable at times, i wonder if it’s difficult to remain as such.”
☀️ — A QUESTION, MORE DIFFICULT TO ANSWER THAN SHE MAY REALIZE. His tongue clicks behind his teeth as if it would loosen the answer from where it’s trapped at the roof of his mouth. Foolish, as there was no answer in the first place. He would hope he could explain what draws him to the corners of the earth untouched by humans, yet unguarded by entities. The serenity of silence, the ABSOLUTION of solitude - it brings him comfort as much as it unnerves him.
“I suppose it just comes naturally to me.” When he does eventually speak, it’s so deadpan and BLUNT one would think he put no thought in the answer at all, “but I’ve always liked nature - my father would bring me to places he’s seen just to get away from everything.”
☀️ — I have caved and made a blog for my OC so my attention will be spilt between here and there because I’m weak.
In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier but you’re actually somewhere in the woods during a summer night, sitting by a campfire; occasionally there’s thunder in the distance.
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☀️ [ EDELGARD ]
“what would you have done, had you not become a professor here, my teacher? presumably your father would have been roped into rhea’s service nonetheless, leaving you to your devices. what would you have done with the freedom?”
i can see you as a fisherman by trade / @edgecfdawn·
☀️ — HIS GAZE DRAWS UP TO HIS STUDENT, his legs swinging off the end of the dock where he quietly waits for fish to bite at his line. He ought to have an answer ready for her, but his lips merely part before pressing together again, downturned and firm. He looks back at the water’s surface.
“I never really thought about it.” His foot taps the surface of the pond, watching a single ripple stretch out in response. “I think I would EXPLORE, find the best corners of woods and mountains and just...sit for a while.”
☀️ [ JERITZA ]
❛ i suppose. but i cannot teach those unwilling to learn. ❜ he does not pretend to be a skilled instructor. most students find him frightening, unapproachable, or so come the ghastly rumors in dining halls and corridors; perhaps, somewhere, they see through his veneer. places the tarred holes poke through, to the creature beneath.
❛ —– … there is one so frightened she will not even participate. and the other. always sleeping. ❜ he does not know their names, never bothered to learn. ❛ perhaps you might speak to them. students … do not like me, as they do you. ❜
☀️ — HEAD TILTS, CURIOUS BUT NOT SO MUCH TO SAY SO. It was fairly easy to imagine why Jeritza was so...difficult to approach. To stride openly to the other man was akin to trying to politely ask a starving wolf to give up what they’re eating. At least, at first glance. In reality it was not SAVAGERY that awaited more but just BLUNTNESS to the harshest degree. This did not deter Byleth, but he knew knew why it would deter others.
He knew which two students he spoke of, and a SIGH escapes his voice. To say he had not been frustrated for SIMILAR REASONS would be a lie, even if he handled it with a bit more softness.
“Linhardt’s strength lies in magic anyway, so even if he WOKE UP he is encouraged more by experimental moves than standard ones.” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth, “Bernadetta is...also frightened of me but I found she works better when she feels completely safe. “
☀️ [ ADRIAN ]
“ this . . . must be a bit much for you to take in all at once , hm ? it certainly was for me my first visit. shamir as well. ” to be raised without the teachings of the church was a foreign concept around these parts , even moreso for one who’s lived their entire life in fodlan. had adrian’s interest not already been piqued it certainly would be now.
“ welcome to the club , i suppose. she isn’t exactly the talkative sort but i , on the other hand , am always happy to oblige should you desire the company of a fellow heathen. ” it’s meant in jest , for the most part , if warm laughter is any indication. “ do you recall my name , by the way ? ”
@edgecfdawn· .
☀️ — MOST FACES ARE A BLUR FROM HIS MERCENARY DAYS. He could only recall a handful, and he generally didn’t remember them for good reasons. Growing up under his father’s company, he was a creature prompting curiosity and wariness from many. Sometimes, that wariness became hostility, and thus Byleth learned to remain at his father’s side. It was only when he got older - the last three or four years before coming to the monastery - that he became more active in spoken word and wandering. The WELCOME he received from the Church was jarring, as he had only recalled a few interactions he had so soft.
And one of those interactions was with the man before him.
“ADRIAN.” The name returns to his memory like a breeze brushes the face in the summer, welcome and surprisingly refreshing. “You were selling flowers, I remember. I still have one.”
A pause, briefly distracted by recollection before head tilts, “why did you come here, then? Unless I’m not the only one who was plucked to be a professor.”
☀️ [ DIMITRI ]
“ You —– You always seem to know the right things to say. It’s quite awe-inspiring, really. “ The prince took the words to heart. He really did. Yet the pit in his stomach had so much more to devour. It never rests its never-ending pain. They tugged and pulled him from their depths but no matter how hard they tried his strength kept him above. He only knew one day he would join the chorus of shadows.
“ I just don’t think I have enough room for such antics. Everything and everyone had laid their lives out before me. A path I fear I will stray from. “ Silence befalls him once more. A sign echoes from him. With sword in hand he presses its point into the ground. Adding pressure bit by bit until a crack forms within its metal. How he hates the fragile. Just like him. He only hopes he will not shatter underneath the pressure. Eyes returned to the professor with a question. “ You know of my upbringing. I have told you once before, yes? “ A tale talked even among the public. His story for all to hear. “ My father and the tragedy —– I cannot disappoint those who fell before me. I cannot, Professor. “ One would expect the teller to shed even a few tears but his are dry. “ I must give them something. “
☀️ — STARK IS HIS OBSERVATIONS OF EMOTION, for he cannot feel it the same way as others. Perhaps it is for this reason that his gaze often pierces the veil over people he meets, why INNER STRENGTH comes so naturally to him but not to others. When his heart does not beat, does not BLEED the same way, he can see what others cannot. But, at the same time, he is ignorant. He cannot comprehend the depth of the ocean Dimitri drowns in, so perhaps his advice is not so easily retained. Perhaps his hand cannot reach down far enough to catch the young prince before he loses all the air in his lungs.
But that did not mean he wasn’t going to TRY.
“I can’t pretend I know everything you’re going through, Dimitri, but I can tell you can’t chain every dead man and woman to your ankles,” His gaze does not leave him, but his hand is reaching out, gently yet FIRMLY prying Dimitri’s fingers from the handle of the sword he holds.
“If you hear the dead cry out and wish to honor them, then do what you must, but do you believe they will stop crying if you destroy YOURSELF in the process?”
☀️ [ FATHER ]
AND WHAT A TRANQUIL DUSK IT WAS, bathed in orange hues, a evening that always felt too familiar to times gentle, times where NOTHING mattered. He had watched his son, resting on a crawling branch, he could feel the tree’s breath, it’s soft whisper of ache it could feel from him. TIME HAS NOT BEEN KIND, time has been far too close, far too intimate.
There was no doubt now. There was no place to hide for the DIVINE whose selfish sorrow led to the corruption of a child, HIS CHILD. ANGER was so carefully dormant in the aspect, the father returned to life to see his son again. Yet, even with these restrained emotions, the first time he laid eyes, again, on Byleth he knew there was something different. He’d grown so much, CHANGED in a way he could not control.
He watches him, the warmth of brown in his eyes now changed to silver, that simmer in the dying light. He sighs, shoulders lowering as eyes move back down, “…I had a feeling for YEARS, Byleth. So many times I considered taking your mother and leaving. But, Sitri cared for Rhea, and for years I believed Rhea to be nothing but a kind soul.”
His fingers tap lightly, a twitch to his gaze, “I should have LISTENED. But, here we are. Here we are…”
☀️ — FOR A WHILE BYLETH WAS ANGRY AT HIS FATHER TOO. Why did he keep so many things from him? Why didn’t he tell him who he was, what he was? But as he read his diary after his death, his anger waned, for he imagines if he was in the same place as he father, he would have done the same thing. His father didn’t have all the information either, and while he still feels the aching BITTERNESS of once again being held at arm’s length, of not being CONFIDED in, he cannot hold it against him. He realizes, too, that his benevolence toward him ought to be extended to Rhea lest he become a hypocrite. But until he knew the full story, he could not do so.
“You mean RUNNING AWAY from it all?” His lips press together before he shifts up, sitting on the branch, legs swinging freely and arms resting on his knees, looking down upon his father. “I don’t think you’re considering how fast these things run, dad.”
A pause, his eyes averted uncharacteristically before returning as intensely as before, “it would have caught up with you eventually - you taught me to never turn my back on an enemy.” Lips part and press together again, now downturned to a SCOWL, “it’s ugly and it’s encompassing but we have to face it down regardless.”
Little green thing, you, the lines on your palm running as roots– you understand what it means to be part of the earth, in all its playful, steady wonder. Tiller of gardens, warden of weeds; you decide what will wonders spring will make and what shall be left to the teeth of slavering frost. do not forget to find a place for the bitter amongst the sweet; the thorn has as much right to the thistle as the bloom.
☀️ [ SETETH ]
@edgecfdawn·· said: [ bloody ] ; for your muse coming to my muse with blood stains
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He hadn’t expected anyone to come knocking at such a late time- even if he was still working rather than going to bed, the effects of which he was certain would burden him the following day.
And if he hadn’t expected someone to knock at all, then he’d certainly not expected the sight that greeted him when he opened the door.
❝ Wha- Professor! Whatever happened to you?! ❞
Byleth’s clothes were stained with blood- so much blood, its metallic tang reaching him and awakening dark, dark images he’d shoved deep into the back of his mind.
Without thinking too much about it, Seteth grabbed the other man’s arm with the intention of pulling him into the room.
❝ Are you injured? Sit on the bed, I.. I’ll find some bandages. Just, tell me what happened. ❞
☀️ — BY ALL MEANS, it would have been better to make his way to the infirmary. But, so late in the evening, he knew Manuela wouldn’t be awake, nor did he wish to whisk the halls into a panic for something he didn’t believe warranted it. Instead he simply sought out the closest room he knew would hold someone awake. Which, in the time he’s been here, was an easy choice to make. Hand pressed to his abdomen with deceptive pressure, he raps on Seteth’s door with his free hand, still intent on remaining as quiet as possible.
That being said, he couldn’t control Seteth’s REACTION, his lips pressing together at the sharp exclamation from the other man. He puts up no resistance when his arm is taken, even taking the first couple steps into the room without his prompt. Despite the situation, he was still surprised to see Seteth’s normally stoic expression break so suddenly.
“Most of it ISN’T MINE.” Tone controlled so perfectly it could be eerie to some, Byleth slowly settles himself to sit, maintaining a grip on the one wound that stubbornly continued to bleed. “I couldn’t sleep. I was walking when I was attacked by someone - they word a cowl. They escaped before I could fell them.”
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☀️ [ FATHER ]
“…and you let the LIVING LIGHTNING BOLT look at this because…?” His eyes shift slowly back to his son from the wrinkled rune. Evidently, he came about it IN A DREAM. He wished he didn’t have to hear things like that with little surprise.
He sighs, setting the parchment to the side and letting that hand pinch the bridge of his nose, “…Listen, kid…I think we should LEAVE.”
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☀️ — “I knew he wouldn’t TELL anyone.”
Honestly, that was BESIDE the point anyway. Whether or not he was experimenting with magic with one of his students or not was hardly what was on his father’s mind. His eyes were cast to the horizon before they bow with his head, tension in his shoulders, the tired release of breath. His next words are only mildly surprising. Perhaps, if they had been said earlier, Byleth would have agreed. But as of now, he could not pretend the suggestion is what he wants.
“I can’t just...drop everything and leave, father.” He picks up the parchment and folds it thin, placing it back within his coat, “I’m not the BEST teacher, but I’ve grown fond of the students here and...”
He trails off. There was one other reason, but would it be taxing on his father to know?
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