I love both of these terrible boys so much??
Original post by @tyrs-right-hand
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I love both of these terrible boys so much??
Original post by @tyrs-right-hand
and all along, it was you. sorry sylvain.
sorry for just posting sad content im depressed hshdjsd
unfinished duet, richard siken
If you keep stringing gravestones around your neck, youâll snap
Iâm ok. Iâm gonna be ok. Iâm gonna live a beautiful life and Iâll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And Iâll love myself, and Iâll be soft, Iâll be kind. And Iâll be ok.
Night Tide (1961)
idleknightsâ:
    â IâM JUST SAYING ITâS WEIRD , but maybe it is  also a conspiracy ! that sounds pretty cool , right ? so official âŚÂ the  yellow deer conspiracy ! â maybe that would end up as just a working title , but it didnât actually sound bad . if anything , the girl was just excited about the prospect of having discovered something no one else knew , or at least that no one should know . ha , right in the face of everyone who called her lazy â whoâs laughing now ?!
    nevertheless , she canât help but roll her eyes when her best friend points out the fact that he looks good in yellow . claude may be right , but that just meas he is  one in a million ! hardly anyone could pull off that color ; she certainly couldnât , at least not as well as some good olâ pink .  â true but thatâs just you , claude , â the magenta eyed girl comments with a brief chuckle , giving him a light push ,  â it isnât more than  your obligation though . imagine a house leader who doesnât look good in their houseâs very own colors ! iâd feel very embarrassed . anyway , you might be right âŚÂ weâd have to be  sneaky about it though , since theyâre probably really old books that  hopefully tomas forgot exist . â at his last comment , her eyes became wide just before her voice became quieter , â what do you think they used to wear ? ⌠do you think it was stuff like , you know , setethâs clothes ? â
&& â THEREâS THAT WORD AGAIN , CONSPIRACY. itâs one claude really liked to use , flashing a grin at hilda as he leans in to her. â you know , â his voice is quiet , glancing around the room before looking back to the girl before him , â i betcha rhea did it and doesnât want anyone to find out. â immediately, he puts his fingers to his lips , winking before continuing. â i mean , iâm pretty sure her least favorite color is yellow. have you ever seen her wearing yellow or even appreciating the color yellow ?? no , itâs a whole conspiracy. she wanted the alliance to give in to golden because she likes the color gold more than yellow. â his serious expression fades away just as quickly as it came , immediately starting to laugh at his blasphemous statements - if anyone else had heard , then yeah , he might be screwed but it was just them. itâs always just them , partners in crime.
he moves away from that part of the conversation naturally though , scrunching his nose together. â you just donât appreciate the color yellow either , hil. itâs fine , but you gotta admit it. â he shimmies his shoulders in response , giving her another wink before laughing once again. she brings up a good point though - what house leader didnât look good in their colors ?? his mind immediately goes to dimitri and edelgard , two people who he knew looked good , but after that , his mind goes blank. â wait , did holst look good in yellow ?? â heâd almost assume no - then again , hilda pulls it off so maybe he was lucky. â actually , finding out which house leaders didnât look gives us more of a reason to find the old yearbooks. â and then she brings up another good point - a record for hilda , he notes , clicking his tongue. â well , fuck , they probably did dress like seteth. do you think they used to do their hair like his , too ?? oof , thatâs a travesty. â
thirdepicsâ:
    â  * . â @mortuusdeosââ / f & h.
  â ITâS ALWAYS BEEN IN FERDINANDâS BEST INTEREST TO MAINTAIN healthy self-care ; he understands the consequences of over-exerting himself , which would further hinder his performance in the time afterwards. But there are also days where Ferdinand canât seem to stop ; sometimes going as far as to stay up in the wee hours of the night or use more of his strength than he should. Such is the former in this case ; the bright sun of daylight shines upon the nobleâs features , and where heâd normally be as bright as the sunshine above , thereâs a noticeable lack in his features. Dark circles underneath this eyes , his lips not in as strong of a curve as normal - itâs evident thereâs something amiss.
  When the dark-haired noble comes into view , Ferdinand places what seems to be a coffee pot upon the table. â This is yours , â he states clearly , but thereâs a slight rasp in his tone that dare shows truly how tired he actually is. â I apologize ; I used it in the common room last night for some work I was completing - I have already washed the pot & replaced the beans I used. Yet I do not understand how you could indulge in this on such a ⌠regular basis ; I felt as if my world was shaking around me the moment I took a sip. The energy was TOO HIGH & too ⌠artificial. â
&& â THERE IS NO TIME for hubert to deal with ferdinandâs . . . shenanigans , as he often liked to refer them , today. in fact , it often feels as if thereâs no time for anything , the preparations for the impending plans always weighing heavy over him - itâs for her , itâs in her will , and heâll do everything to get it done but . . . there is only but so much time. tension has already built within his body , and with what he knew might end up becoming a fight , he felt nothing short of . . . unsteady , to stay the least. regardless , he stays , murmuring a quick , â thank you , â as he only halfway listens to what ferdinand is saying - his mind is elsewhere , though itâs not visible on his face , gaze lingering on ferdinand for a moment before looking to his belongs.
his interest is only piqued into the conversation with the mention of ferdinandâs night before , one that did somewhat surprise him. ferdinand ?? drinking coffee ?? well , thatâs simply unheard of , but it comes with a catch - the complaining. he grimaces ( yes , grimaces ) towards the pot , clicking his tongue in disdain before shaking his head. â itâs too . . . artificial ?? â the bitter laugh that follows is natural , booming throughout the room as he crosses his arms , eyes glazing over ferdinand before he shakes his head. â you do realize that some of the tea that even you drink has more caffeine than that mere cup of coffee ?? â tsk , hubert canât even act surprised. â it has always been in your nature to overreact to the simplest things such as this , ferdinand. please , do go on. just know your complaints are falling on deaf ears. âÂ
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                    ANNETTE REALLY  DOESNâT know  how  felix  doesnât realise  how  their  actions are  coming  across.  itâs  rare for  her  to  see  felix  and  sylvain apart,  so  itâs  only  natural  that  she would  assume  their  distracted  demeanour  is due  to  that.  she  canât  think  of  anything  else, and  besides,  it  hasnât  been  that  long  since  she  saw sylvain,  who  was  also  looking  for  them.  she  genuinely  didnât think  the  two  could  get  lost  from  each  other for long ( along with the rest of their childhood friends, but felix and sylvain especially ),  but  everyone  is wrong  sometimes,  she  supposes.
                    regardless, she  doesnât  believe for  a  second  that  they arenât  looking  for  sylvain, especially  with  the  way  they follow  it  up  with  concern  for what  antics  sylvain  may  be  getting up  to.  the  two  of  them  arenât  subtle. â  no,  heâs  not  in  any  trouble.  he  was  looking for  you,  though.  â  she  doesnât  bother  hiding  the smile  on  her  face.  â  i  can  show  you  where,  if  you like,  though  i  doubt  heâs  there  anymore,  since  he  was out  looking  for  you  and  all.  even  if  you  donât  find  him soon,  youâll  find  your  way  back  to  each  other  eventually.  â
&& â THEY CANâT EVEN ATTEMPT TO HIDE THE SMILE that dares slip onto their face at the simple mention of sylvain looking for them , the expression being a genuine one that didnât often stretch across their face , an eye-roll following shortly afterwards ruining the moment. â of course. he was supposed to train with me. thatâs probably why he was looking for me. â right ?? that seemed likely. or he was going to drag them over to some table full of girls to flirt with them , something of the sorts. he wasnât looking for them , he was just looking to bother them. or , at least , that was what theyâd tell themself despite the slight pang it gave their chest , fond expression dropping completely. oh well.
â thatâs no use. iâm not chasing him around the monastery , heâs the one who ditched. â except , well , they would chase him around the monastery. in fact , that was indeed what they were planning on doing , but annette didnât need to know that. â besides , if heâs not there , then itâs a wasted trip for both of us. â they soften slightly, crossing their arms as they glance over her for a moment. â what are you reading ?? âÂ
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    â  * . â open / d.
  â * THUNDERCLOUDS LOOM IN THE SKIES ABOVE THE TRAINING GROUNDS , Dimitriâs nose taking in the faint scent of petrichor as he watches dark spots begin multiplying along the dirt & concrete a few feet in front of him. Word of an incoming storm came only a few minutes ago , with the students occupying the area careful to stray far from metal armor & weapons so no unfortunate accidents became possible. And some had resigned to leaving the training grounds entirely - but not Faerghusâ crown prince , instead leaning against a pillar protected by the wooden canopies above , lance between his arms as blue eyes stare forward. There is a CALM he finds in rain & storms , often loosening up feelings of tenseness as he imagines the rain washing the current dayâs stresses away. But maybe thatâs reading too much into it - maybe he should try less & less to make sense of his feelings and simply go through the motions. That would ⌠make things easier , yes ?? Though , as much as Dimitri wishes he could , itâs much easier said than done. The sound of the rain is a quiet sort of loud - one that he can easily tune out to hear other things but prefers not to. He hears footsteps , and a blonde head tilts to the side as he chides , â Iâm debating on staying & waiting it out to see if stops anytime soon - but even if I leave , I donât suppose the rain will be much better outside , yes ?? â He straightens himself up , a hand running through his already messy hair. â I hope it wonât stick around for TOO long ⌠I was hoping to get in some practice ; maybe itâd help to think a bit more clearly. â
&& â THEREâS A CERTAIN SERENITY THAT FELIX HAS ALWAYS FAILED TO FIND IN THE RAIN , dark hues glancing up as the first few drops that fell against their skin , the mild annoyance that had previously resided within their chest bubbling up to what could be only described as bitterness , rolling their eyes as everyone around them seemed to flee. it was pathetic to them , to waste a day because of simple rain. which , maybe , is why they found themself particularly surprised to see dimitri waiting before them - dimitri , of all people. itâs in the split second that their eyes focus on him that they SOFTEN , a tug at their heart as their arms cross , simply listening to him. itâs all they did nowadays , often following up his words with an eyeroll or a groan , but today they donât. today , they listen , quiet as they take in every word , static noise filling their mind as he finally stops talking , leaving them both alone in the silence once more.
" then go. â thereâs a certain degree of harshness thatâs always laced in their words , though it fails to appear on their face , nothing more than a neutral expression taking hold of them as they eye their old friend. â if youâre even debating on leaving , you shouldnât be here. weâre not going to have nothing but sunny weather when fighting and if you think that , youâre . . . delusional. â to the outside eye , itâd seem as if they were going off on him , but truly they were holding back - or , well , at least trying to , tearing their gaze away to walk in front of him.
 normally , the conversation would end there. felix would flee the tense atmosphere before any more damage could be done , but today itâs different. today , they turn around , unsheathing their sword before turning to the man before him , pointing the blade directly at him. a smirk now takes over the grimace they often wear on their face , a raspy , â fight me , â breaking through the strain of the room. they raise their chin though , glancing over him before lowering their weapon. â unless youâre simply not for it. if so , then go. â their words echo once more , putting their sword up as they wipe some of the water away from their face. â thereâs no use just standing in the rain , waiting for something. thatâs stupid. â itâs stupid for multiple reasons , from the fact that heâd get drenched to the other fact that he may get a cold from it. not that theyâd care , of course.
thirdepicsâ:
  â * . HIS DORM IS SOMETHING HEâD COMPARE TO THE CHAMBERS OF A MAD SCIENTIST ; cluttered with books , parchment , materials , etc. that show a man is at constant work , and that such work might not be considered less from taboo - especially in the sense that he wishes to do it. Heâs only open to Jasper about his plans to try and form reason & faith into one , enough to try and tap into the secrets of dark magic to see if he can reverse them to become light. To try and BEND THE RULES the best he can - and for that reason , he often hides his little workshop whenever he has guests over , or simply keeps it locked with the five different locks heâs tinkered onto his door. Jasper is the only person who can know of these things - Jasper is the only person Cyrus trusts to let into his head , simply put.
  Cyrusâ lips leave the pipe between ink-covered fingers as he works on a sigil to try and combine basic healing & heat magic - Nosferatu is a great spell in a pinch , but it can be amplified with maybe something more. Something that gives it a special oomph. But he puts down his quill and stands , obviously not having left his room at all for the day , bare feet gingerly avoiding his equipment before he undoes the locks , opens the door - smile WIDE when he sees the other. And that smile only falters into more of a smirk as the magician spots the wound. â Yâknow , I have like , a MILLION Jas-got-his-ass-kicked hankies here , but you know ⌠have you ever considered maybe itâd be easier if I just healed you instead ?? â He steps aside to let the other enter, kicking the less fragile items under his room to pull out a chair and give him space. And immediately he reaches into a drawer of his desk , pulling out a small , worn rag and immediately dampening it with the pitcher of water at the side. As he does so , brown eyes look towards his friend , and he tilts his head to curiously ask , â So like , who exactly youâd get in a scrap with this time ?? And like , they probably ended up with worse shit than you did , right ?? Fuck âem up. â
&& â THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THIS UNSPOKEN KNOWLEDGE BETWEEN THE TWO that what they see the other do stays between just them. and itâs what jasper immediately thinks as he sees the inky fingers , eyebrow cocking up in an unsaid , i see you , kind of way. â listen , you could heal me but nah. not for these , these are my war scars. â he laughs , gently kicking the door closed before opting to lock two of the locks - something he continuously tells cyrus to do as , well , it makes it harder for anyone to come in as theyâll have to guess which oneâs actually locked and which one isnât. â also , havenât you heard the rumors that way too much healing from magic is super bad for you ?? iâm not about to fuck up my endurance. besides , what if i like my busted lip ?? makes me look rugged , right ?? â he winks , plopping down into the chair before crossing his arms.
â did you seriously ask me if i fucked âem up ?? cyrus , please , thatâs such an elementary question at this point. â he laughs , the tension that had built up in his joints slowly washing away as he got more comfortable in his seat. â i donât fuckinâ know his name , though. he was just some pompous noble from the kingdom. gave me a funny look so i was like boom , pow , and fucked him up. i think his dadâs gonna be quite disappointed when he realizes the investment he just made in that kid is going nowhere , though. he ainât got a fight in him. unless heâs like , doing faith or some shit. i donât know. he could give a punch , though , â he moves on though , eyes moving from the boy in front of him back to his hands. â youâve been working ?? what do you got up your sleeve , brainiac ?? â
idleknightsâ:
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    IT WASNâT THE FIRST TIME sheâd found herself in this situation , and it certainly wouldnât be the last . while the majority of the black eagles seemed desperate to leave the classroom by the time the dayâs lessons were over , amy always stayed inside for a little longer than expected . staying after class meant being out of her dormitory while not exactly in the sun or  surrounded by people , and so there was no room for complaining . still , though her efforts had borne fruit to an extent , there was still one thing she seemed unable  to avoid . maybe the redhead wasnât trying hard enough , or perhaps she didnât really want to avoid it âŚÂ better yet , him .
    â you know , â the redhead began after making one last stroke in the pages of her notebook ,  â there are  plenty of seats in this classroom , yet you always seem to pick the same one . â she pointed out while closing the object , crimson gaze shifting towards the other eagle ,  â the one beside me . any particular reason ? if you are looking to my borrow my notes , forget it . i am not known to share . â
&& â GLADION SUPPOSED HE WAS CAUGHT , carefully collecting his books as he avoided her gaze , buying himself some time to stay in her presence while saying goodbye to the last few weeks heâd had in class. truly , it HAD become a habit for him to personally seek out the seat next to amy in the back of the classroom every day , even going as far as waiting to leave until she left , but really , he never expected to get called out for it at all , teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tried to think of an excuse to talk his way out of it.
â i mean , whoâs to say i wasnât just stealing them from you ?? i could very well just be taking them from you as you write them down so i donât have to pay attention. â he laughs , looking over to see her expression and , well , sheâs not smiling. or maybe she is and she just smiles weird ?? no , no , she definitely isnât smiling. . . he thinks at least. immediately , his expression drops and he gives a nonchalant shrug. â i just sit here because itâs where i sat the first day. nobody else really seems to be moving around , i figured it was like , fine. iâll just find another seat though , itâs fine. â of course , he doesnât want to but he also doesnât want things to get tense. after all , he considers her an enigma - somebody he wants to get to know better , the mystery around her enough to draw him in completely. he doesnât wanna screw his chances of knowing more completely.
tornheavensâ:
     The cathedral was his latest stop on his search for Felix. It wasnât likely for them to be there, but it certainly didnât hurt to check again just in case. The feeling of unease that he thought sank into his stomach because heâs simply not used to them not being by his side has grown into worry. Not that he doesnât trust them to take care of themself, of course, but fears donât have to be rational, especially when it concerned their safety.Â
     The sun is setting by now, and he knows logically that heâll probably be able to see them in their room if he really wants to - but still. He was about to retrace his steps again when, finally, he sees them, walking towards him. Thereâs a weight that lifts above his shoulders as he walks over to them too, finally filling up that empty space beside him when they were finally at armâs reach.
     â Hey, not my fault you made yourself        so hard to look for. Really, Fe, all I did        was turn away from you for one minute !! â
     â Anyway, I didnât skip training on purpose⌠       not this time, anyway. You know I hate        spending time away from you. Anyway,        if you really want me to, itâs not too late        to go to the training grounds. Bet there        wonât be anyone else there at this time,        too !! â
&& â â THATâS NO EXCUSE; I ONLY GO TO THE SAME THREE BUILDINGS. i figured youâd know by now that if iâm not with you , iâm at one of those. â they cross their arms , a smirk finally settling down on their face. â besides , i only left those areas looking for you. maybe if you didnât get distracted , we could have had MORE TIME to do shit. â of course , they canât stay â mad â at him , instead leaning in to bump his shoulder with theirs.
â ugh , sylv , stop , â they roll their eyes , their smirk softening into something a little sweeter , a little more genuine. â we probably shouldnât though. we stayed up way too late last night sneaking out of the dorms to walk around. â which , now that they thought of it , they stayed up late every night. there wasnât a moment where the two werenât either in anotherâs room , talking while the night burned into day or where they werenât sneaking past setethâs room to do something around the monastery. that didnât mean they couldnât just go to bed early tonight though , right ??
their attention moves though , from him to the sunset that slowly moves away into twilight just beyond the bridge , and for a moment they hesitate , taking it in before looking back at him. â fuck it. thereâs still some light , letâs go. â and with that , theyâre off - always perpetually moving , though now they walk a little slower , tossing a glance back just to make sure he was following.