The future of Adrestia

A closed RP blog for Edelgard von Hresvelg, from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Affiliated with The Officers Academy. This is not a Spoiler-Free blog, but all spoilers will be tagged '‘3H spoiler'.

[heirofhresvelg]

This opponent would be a formidable one. Edelgard walks along the pathway, with Celica and Alm perched on their respective roofs, positioned on either side of her. From across the way, the Valentian queen signals for her beloved to make his move. She receives an immediate nod, and is rewarded with the sound of pie tins, thrown down in Edelgard's direction. Celica smiles, and hopes that it might distract her, so that she doesn't notice the Boston Cream Pie now being dropped atop her head.

The hands of the clock move slowly, ticking once or twice between quickened beats of a pulse no longer at rest.

Her eyes scanned the grounds before her, nothing. Still, she could not afford to be too careless… Wasn’t there someone with a Wyvern out on the field today, too? It was by chance that she glanced up…

[NEW RULES: BARELY MISS]

And just in time to lift the cape at her side, a shield between her and the bulk of the mess that now rained down on her. Teaming up with her beloved, Celica would prove a wily foe. She quickly dashed into the buildings below, not wanting to give anyone else a chance at her lowered guard.

[heirofhresvelg]

Now that he's joined in, there's no point in holding back. No point in discriminating - anyone's fair game. And that includes the house leader who's just now crossed his line of vision. Future heir to Adrestia... And future inheritor of this pie lovingly cradled in his hand, too. With no warning, he lets fly.

The sounds of shouting and splatting gone from a joyous chorus to near silence as bodies began to fall.. Or hide, no one was actually dead but she was feeling dramatic.

It was time to restock and she was heading back to the kitchens when her instincts called attention to a change in the air. Someone was here…

[TOTAL MISS]

Quickly, Edelgard spun around and caught the pie, moving her hand to keep it all in one piece as she settled the momentum, “Thank you for this delivery.” She looked up to give Matthew a calm smile, “Saves me a full trip to the kitchens.” She made an effort to inspect the pie before giving a nod, “I’ll spare you this time.” And with that, she went on her way.

[heirofhresvelg]

In Gaius eyes, all the students looked the same. He wasn't familiar with the hierarchy or whether or not they were bigger shots than the others (weren't most of them nobles anyway?). So when he threw that vegetable pie he didn't like down Edelgard's way, he never even realized he was aiming at a House Leader and future Emperor.

There were new weapons in this war. Weapons that gave Edelgard a moment of pause.

Meat pies. Disgusting lukewarm gravy and meat, wrapped in a devilishly solid crust. The very weapon that concussed Mercedes in the last war. Her eyes narrowed, this carnage was fresh… Or fresh enough, she really couldn’t tell but the sight had her on edge anyway.

[TOTAL MISS]

A pie fell at her feet, spilling its filling across the ground in a dramatic splat. Vegetables.

Lavender eyes broke away from the carcase to see her assailant, “I do appreciate the warning shot, but this kindness will be one to regret when I return with ammunition.” She gave a proud smile, brushing off a little bit of pie shrapnel from her leg, “But let it not be said that I do not return kindness when offered.” She turned on her heels, “A warning for you. I intend to win this little game, stay out of my way and you won’t get hurt.”

And with that, she walked away.

[heirofhresvelg]

It comes as a surprise, perhaps—that Edelgard should be participating in something so... /childish/ and /messy/. But all's fair in war and especially pie-based war, so he spares her no mercy and aims a half-destroyed cream pie at her chest. Hopefully she wouldn't take it too personally.

Heavy is the head burdened by the crown.

The paper crown. The one with the incorrect spelling.

A crown she wasn’t going to wear but was so kindly reminded of when the next pie war began to slime into being. She didn’t want to be here, to get crust and cream in her hair again but she had to defend her title… Right?

So busy thinking, or would it be lamenting, was she that she barely noticed the incoming attack. -

SAVING THROW:

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A stroke of luck had her sidestepping the splash zone… Mostly. She now had some pie on her shoes, “Professor.” She gives a curt nod to Byleth, “I am surprised to see you involved in this.” She nudged the spent weapon with the tip of her foot, “Do be careful out there, there is a war going on.” She gave a casual toss of her hair and walked away.

[heirofhresvelg]

Updates and Starter call!

OOC:// Thread updates:

So! I’ve been out of it for a while and I’ve falled so desperately behind that It’s a struggle to get that spark for past threads going again. Oh well, I’ll truck along and get some done as I can but for now~

This is also Starter call! Like this post and we can to scheming... Planning... Capping out at 3 for now while I remember how words work good, further plotting can be done over DMs or Discord

[heirofhresvelg]

💬 "Spill it. You're into Claude, aren't you." Hilda's eyes are narrow as she accuses the other girl.

Edelgard felt her jaw clench in response to Claude’s name, was this really what was important? Did people still continue to whisper and titter about this like gossip hungry maids? 

“If you must know.” She folds her arms, “He has my respect for his people skills but that’s it.” But that wouldn’t be enough for someone like Hilda, “I am happy enough with Mercedes.” She sighed, a sudden understanding coming to her mind as she spoke, “You have nothing to fear from me. I’m not interested in him.”

[flowerofgoneril]

Hilda laughed an obviously forced laugh at this. "Fear? Me? Oh no, no, no you have it all wrong. There's nothing...I mean I don't...it's just a friendly curiosity, that's all. I don't like him or anything, what would ever make you think that? But I'm uh, late to clean the stables so I should probably get going. See ya later, Edelgard!" And with that she hurried off to not actually clean the stables.

[heirofhresvelg]

The sudden shift in tone was enough to give Edelgard whiplash. Hilda excused herself to go work - work! - and had hurried off before the princess could say another word. 

She blinked once, then twice as she stood and processed what just happened. A new smiled bloomed as she watched the fading pink hair bounce away, perhaps tea and questions were in order.

Not that she cared if someone crushed on Claude. Not at all.

[heirofhresvelg]

💬 "I heard that you owed someone an hour or few of flying about the monastery and surrounding areas."

A smile crossed her lips as Mercedes approached, “I owe an hour of…” Realization hit her hard as she closed her eyes, “‘Toska, yes. I had forgotten with everything else going on.” Her sigh was heavy in her chest, the poor wyvern was likely going to be very upset with her, “Thank you for reminding me.”

[heirofhresvelg]

💬 "Spill it. You're into Claude, aren't you." Hilda's eyes are narrow as she accuses the other girl.

Edelgard felt her jaw clench in response to Claude’s name, was this really what was important? Did people still continue to whisper and titter about this like gossip hungry maids? 

“If you must know.” She folds her arms, “He has my respect for his people skills but that’s it.” But that wouldn’t be enough for someone like Hilda, “I am happy enough with Mercedes.” She sighed, a sudden understanding coming to her mind as she spoke, “You have nothing to fear from me. I’m not interested in him.”

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

[heirofhresvelg]

💃 "Um, Lady Edelgard?" Bernie was still hesitant to approach her House leader, but the woman had always insisted she treat her like everyone else. Bernie fidgeted a bit more as she approached, and her eyes flicked around quite a bit, but she managed not to run away. "W-would you like to dance? I um...I haven't gotten the chance to, really...And um...I thought if it would go well with anyone..."

Of all the people she expected to approach her, Bernadetta wasn’t one of those people; yet the sight of the usual recluse managed to bring a genuine, if not small, smile to the princess’s lips, “Bernadetta, it is nice to see you out and about. How are you coping with all the people here?”

A dance? Edelgard offered her hand, “We can try to find a quieter corner if you wish, but I am happy to dance with you.” Not that it would help, but she didn’t need to say that; it was the unfortunate truth of such social events, unwanted attention would find them regardless of where they danced.

[heirofhresvelg]

Mint candy. Leon approached Edelgard with a few little mints in a paper muffin cup in his hand, the creamy mint candy delicate and colorful. They were almost too pretty to eat. While Hubert was Edelgard's retainer, Leon had his own idea to give her a boost. "Lady Edelgard, Leon reporting for duty! Here, this is step one to have a good dance. Step two is to find the prettiest and handsomest dance partners that Hubert won't intercept!" Leon intensely scanned the floor and grinned. "How about- me!"

She had just finished signing the card of some tall student from the Blue Lions in a green suit and as she turned to greet the approaching footsteps, she almost let a sigh escape, “You really do not need to be so formal with me Leon, we are equals as students.” She bit back the remainder of that sentence, on how it made him sound too much their mutual friend; which wasn’t a bad thing, just she would rather the archer be himself and not some kind of pastel Hubert.

“You are clearly not native to Fodlan’s event scene if you believe that to be true.” She let the myrth claim her tone as she looked towards the mints, “Have you already checked those for poison?” She added as casually as she could but it was his second step that caught her almost off guard, “If you wanted to dance, Leon, you only had to ask.” She offered him her hand, “Are you comfortable with me leading?”

[heirofhresvelg]

"Hey there, Edelgard!" She's his house leader, and shorter than him especially with his lifted shoes, but something about her still intimidates him somewhat. Maybe it's her station. Caspar ignores that as best he can as he holds out his card for her to sign. "Sign this, please? Or dance with me, even?" It's... a little embarrassing to simply *ask* the princess of Adrestia this point-blank, and his cheeks pink a little with the effort, though he doesn't look away.

“Caspar.” Edelgard internally prepares herself for his energetic presence and gives him a simple smile, “Are you enjoying the ball?” She asks as he presents the card, “Ah, I see. I have no qualms with signing your card but it doesn’t need to be a case of I sign or we can dance. I have time for both at the moment.”

She quickly signs his card and stamps it with the ring she was given, “I must confess that I do not know if you’ve attended similar events at the palace before or not. Are you familiar with the steps?”

[heirofhresvelg]

💃 if he's going to participate in this ball, then he might as well dance. and if he might as well dance, then he might as well go all out with his choices. thus, linhardt decides to approach the imperial princess herself. just like how there wouldn't be many chances to tease edelgard outside of the academy, there wouldn't be many chances to dance with her, either. so, why not do it? "edelgard," he approaches with a mischievous grin, "let's dance."

The night is barely young and Edelgard is already tired of entertaining people who wish to bore her with idle noble matters that mean nothing in the long run.

Yet eventually the sea of mediocrity parts to allow a more welcome face to approach.

The Eagle turned Deer.

Edelgard gives Linhardt a nod of her head before her gaze narrows at the sight of his grin, “A dance?” She parrots, placing down her glass of water and offering her hand out for the mage to take, “It seems Claude is making a better man of you than I expected, that you would willingly involve yourself in physical activity.” Her smile twitches playful for a moment, “Very well, let’s dance.”

[heirofhresvelg]

"Lady Edelgard?" comes the call after a gentle tap against the door. "I believe it may be time to join with the others in the reception hall. It would not do for Adrestia's princess to be late." Hubert listens for movement on the other side and then steps back when the door at last opens. He smiles at his liege's radiance, but quickly composes himself with an apologetic bow. "Forgive me for rushing you, Your Highness." Rising again, he offers her his arm. "Shall we?"

Gloved hands press hard into the wood of her armoire as lavender eyes glare into her own reflection; this ball is nothing like the ones that Aegir used to throw, this has nothing of him in it’s construction. And yet she can’t shake the feeling of unease that rolls in her stomach, but littles comes of that when her thoughts are so suddenly interrupted.

She doesn’t bother with replying, rather, she tosses the tie back onto her bed and fixes her cuffs and gloves; it won’t do to appear bothered by buried memories. With one last deep breath and a lift of her chin.

Edelgard opens her door and smiles in response to Hubet’s greeting, “As much as I would rather sit this event out, I know that many student will be voraciously awaiting to waste my time with appeals and other courtly matters.” A small scoff follows before she speaks again, “Try not to busy your hands too much tonight, much of this will be harmless in the long run.” She takes his arm and steps forward to lead their way towards the reception hall, “This is not one of Aegir’s echo chambers, there are some here that would be pleased for your company tonight.” She smiles again with a light huff, “I am sure I can keep out of trouble for the length of a single dance.”

[theofficersacademy]

[ Ethereal Ball 2020 info post ]

ASK MEMES

Give my muse something to eat or drink…

Champagne: Imported from the western shores of the Adrestrian Empire, the school purchases 70 bottles of this stuff well in advanced for this day alone. The bartenders are under strict orders not to offer any student more than one glass.

Sparkling Water: Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender’s disposal. 

Coffee: More specifically, a mocha brewed with Almyran coffee beans and Dagdan chocolate and served with hot milk. A sweeter variation of the drink taking Fódlan by storm. 

Tea: Just what it says on the tin! The only teas offered are Mint, Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Albinean Berry Blend, and Southern Fruit Blend, wrapped in small tea bags. Clever students bring their own tea.

Water: The liquid of life, the quencher of thirst. Served in crystalline glasses. And what’s more dramatic than throwing water at someone’s face!

Spaghetti and meatball: A lovers’ portion of freshly-made spaghetti cooked in the monastery’s famous tomato sauce. The titular, singular meatball sits in the center, waiting for one lucky person to have their lover roll it to them with their nose as an offering.

Sweet Bun Trio: A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

Pomegranate: A newcomer to the Ethereal Ball’s menu, a simple bowl of pomegranate seeds. No one in the staff is quite sure how these are supposed to be served, only that you better not spit the pits out on the floor!

Mint candy: For when your breath isn’t as fresh as newly-fallen snow.

Interact with my muse…

send 💌to invite my muse to the Goddess Tower

send 👀to accidentally find my muse at the Goddess Tower

send 🏃to sneak off and explore the monastery together

send 👗to compliment my muse’s outfit

send 🚨for my muse to call the fashion police on your muse

send 👂to pass along a rumor your muse has heard about someone else

or make up your own!

Dance with my muse…

send 💃to ask my muse for a dance

send 🙇for my muse to ask yours for a dance

send 👯to teach my muse a new dance

send 😃for my muse to make your muse laugh with a silly dance

send 💫for our muses to get paired with each other in the middle of a dance

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Révélations [Edelgard and Jeritza]

@heirofhresvelg

The abandoned tunnel is as musty and grimy as Jeritza imagined it. It’s painfully obvious no one’s been down here in decades at the very least. He pushes a cobweb out of the way with the shaft of his torch, keeping his other hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. The young man doubts they’ll be anything dangerous down here but this was connected to the Church so it was better to be safe than sorry. He listens carefully for Edelgard’s footfalls behind him, who knew how long this tunnel was and the last thing he wanted was for her to get lost somewhere in it. 

The entrance was quite hidden but Jeritza had stumbled upon it late one night after returning from one of his hunts. Edelgard had been informed the following morning and the two of them decided scout it out. It was simple getting there, just disguising it as a one on one training session before stealing away from prying eyes. But Jeritza had not expected it to go this deep. They’d been walking for quite awhile and he debated turning back to Edelgard and asking if they should put the exploration off for later. It would be highly suspicious if they were both gone for a particularly long length of time. 

The man knows she’d say no to that though. Edelgard seemed the type of person that once they had a goal in mind, they would not turn away from it. Luckily he would not have to ask her, as a large opening made itself known a few paces ahead of them.

“There’s an opening ahead.” Jeritza informs her. 

Entering it, he holds the torch out for more light. It’s a particularly large room with odd markings on certain tiles of the floor. The man notes a few torch sconces littered about on a few of the walls and gets to work lighting a few, other hand never leaving the hilt of his sword. 

[heirofhresvelg]

Gloved fingers coiled around the fabric of her collar as she pulled the offending cloth away from her neck. It was hard to breathe down here in the dark depths; the musty bowls of the monastery, forgotten and left to rot. She was only a few steps behind Jeritza, lavender eyes glaring a hole into the back of his head as she followed. Her breath hitched in her throat as her chest ached and stomach churned at the scent of stale air; two words fell into pace with the rapid beating of her heart, 'Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out!’ But it was the colour of sand; soft, flowing and bound by a bow that settled her mind. “To think that such a labyrinth lay below for all this time.” Edelgard forced the words out, taking in shallow breaths to avoid contaminating her lungs deeper with the stale air, “If such passages are abandoned, and if we can find an entry point at the base of the mountain...” She trailed off, kneeling down a moment to inspect the floor. The tiles on the floor drew her attention, magic thrummed off the wooden surface enough that even she could feel it; she would need to have Hubert inspect this further, her own magical knowledge was significant but not as extensive as his. She looked up to speak more on his find, but the sight of him caused her already aching heart to stutter. Lit by the soft light of flames, he looked like someone else; someone else that shared such sandy hair and periwinkle eyes. “I must add that I am impressed, Jeritza.” This was a risk, a great one but one that had to be taken to abolish this twisted joke that had crawled into her mind, “When my Uncle suggested you take a teaching position here, I worried for how well He would behave.” She stood up, taking a firmer stance as she lifted her chin, “It seems I was too hasty in my assessment of your control… But considering your sister, Mercedes, is attending the Academy, I think it was still something worth being concerned over.”

[heirofhresvelg]

Bonds

Heels wore down fresh circles into the stonework. Left then right, back and forth in an endless rhythm of anxiety engraved into the ground below. 

“I have noticed the budding friendship between you and Leon, Hubert.” Edelgard brought her chin up, arms folded behind her back as she continued to etch her practice into the floor, ‘No, that isn’t right.’ She frowned, exhaling a breath that wavered, ‘A more casual approach might be better…’ Twin sets of lavender met, the mirror’s gaze caught her own, “So, you and Leon, huh?”

‘No. That was awful.’

Finally, Edelgard sat down on the edge of her bed; her fingers ran through her hair, pulling lightly at her scalp as she pushed the pressure back, this was supposed to be her trying to support him… He had made friends, crafted bonds that didn’t involve her. That was a good thing!

Wasn’t it?

“When I see you interacting with others here at the Academy, Hubert…” Her voice was quieter, it lacked the same commanding presence she always summoned when speaking out loud, “I’m happy. Your life has been so tied up in mine that I worry you do not know where the lines between us are drawn. When the inevitable comes,” Her voice broke, raw and snagged on broken edges too fragile to fix, “It brings me joy to know you can have others in your life, even if these current bonds fail to survive the coming flames. That, someday, the hole I will leave could be filled with another; it helps me look forward with no regrets.”

Something small and wet struck her knee, tears.

“I won’t live for long, Hubert. And I don’t want you to hurry to my side once that day comes. I want you to live, to reclaim every year that I’ve stolen from you…”

She slumped to her side, bringing her knees to her chest, ‘I can’t tell him that.’

‘Not yet.’