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I'm simply seeing through a promise I made to myself long ago. ⊹⊱❃⊰⊹ Affiliated Edelgard von Hraesvelgr from Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Housing : House 137 ; Rank : Newcomer

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@renascar​

✦ As much as Byleth would have appreciated time for a touching reunion, it appeared that the circumstances would not allow them, for she had bumped into Edelgard midst a busy street swarming with the crystalized monsters the people had been referring to as ‘yetis’. 

A swing of the Sword of the Creator tied up one of their legs, tripping it and buying some much needed time. She didn’t know how to kill these things. Blades? Magic? It was all ineffective. But considering Edelgard had been the one getting swarmed, all she was looking for was an opening.

“RUN! NOW!” She didn’t know which timeline this Edelgard came from, but as the Byleth that chose her in the end, she could not leave her to get hurt.

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          No matter what she did, they would not go down. She desperately grips what remains of her axe ; using her Crest of Flames in desperation only made the wood break against the crystalline creatures. Aymr... if she had Aymr, would it have helped?

          Her heart hammered in her chest. This is nothing like fighting Demonic Beasts. There’s no weakness, no soft underbelly to aim for, nothing. Perhaps, fighting wouldn’t be her bid to survive, all she needed is an opening...

          And, oh, what an opening she got, as if in response to her prayers.

          ( However, her faith has already been long-proven useless. )

          Her teacher – no, not hers –  the professor, manages to trip over one of those that have been getting too close to her. Edelgard was already bolting by the time it crashed against the floor... towards the voice that called out to her.

          On opposing as they may be, there must be strength in numbers.

          “ ...Professor – if I can still call you that. ...I have plenty of words that I want to say, but that can wait. ” All that she had to defend herself now was her Crest, but she still braces herself, leather creaking against the cracked wood that was once a weapon. “ I can’t say that I could fight too well without a weapon, but I’ll trust your guidance. ”

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Edelgard and her siblings

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❝—are those things real?❞ Sera asked upon approaching the shorter woman, pointing a finger at the golden horns atop her head. ❝I mean you look human, but this place is full of surprises.❞

❝Can I touch ‘em?❞ A grin was tugging at her mouth, but she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle it. Mirth still apparent in her eyes, she lowered her hand to her hip and added, ❝I’m only experienced with one kind of horniness.❞

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          “Excuse me?”

          As the crown heir then emperor, she certainly was not used to strangers talking to her like this. Classmates, yes, but people she did not know personally? Never.

          But, she is not emperor here – she’s on the same level as anyone here. After the initial shock, Edelgard had to admit : it’s a refreshing change to be addressed in a manner like this. Her dumbfounded expression smooths, then she shakes her head.

          “I... No, it’s not real. It’s a crown.” Her own hand brushes it, the touch almost tender. “It’s a family heirloom, so I’d rather you not touch it. I hope you’d understand.”

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📚  Carefully, Dortin sets one foot after another. The ground is frozen underneath him and he’s really trying his best to not slip. Especially considering the box he’s carrying is filled with glassware. He went to the post office, to pick up the ordered jars for PrizzyBee’s honey. He insisted in doing it. On hindsight, he can see now why it has been a terrible idea.

A driver nearby him on the streets hoots their car horn and the dwarf startles. Promptly he’s slipping and he watches the box fly out as he’s already flat on the ground.

“Nononono!”

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          The box flew freely, not too high nor too low. The other people in the area instinctively clear the way, only inadvertently sealing its collision course with the floor.

          Being close enough, however, Edelgard steps in.

          With an almost practiced grace, she catches the box and secures it in her arms. After catching axes and shields in battle, a simple box is no large feat. Adjusting the new weight in her arms, she looks over the boy that previously held it.

          “The box is secure... but, how about you? Are you alright?”

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nanamigatari​:

“Welcome, miss,“ came the practiced response.  

Nanami stared out from across the counter as the newcomer made her way inside the cafe. With her work having such a flexible schedule, it meant that she could come in on whatever day she wanted, so long as she stayed for the time that came with her shift. In short, she had only come in today because she found herself bored with sitting around at home or wandering the streets. 

At the very least, having access to food gave her a way to engage anyone she deemed fascinating enough… like now.

“A sweet? I hope getting a recommendation from a skinny barista won’t effect your judgement on our quality.“

She uttered a dry chuckle to accompany her attempt at a joke (not a laugh, it just wasn’t bouncy enough), then went to looking over the rows of baked goods set behind the glass so that the stranger could follow her gaze. In truth, Nanami had already memorized the exact placement of everything, but felt she had to make a show of it. 

“We have chocolate muffins and glazed doughnuts, but those won’t do… If you’re craving something less sweet and more on the sharper side, we have some frosted lemon loaf.” She gestured at a row of yellow-colored bread with white icing drizzled across it, then to several berry-covered wedges on a plate. “That or a slice of raspberry and walnut tart. It’s good… unless you have allergies.“

          “I assure you, all of your suggestions do sound delicious. I’m sure stature has nothing to do with your sense of taste,” she states, leaning in to look at the suggested sweets better.

          Even with the suggestions, they all looked good... even the so-called doughnuts. The sheen caught her eye, but the sound of a frosted lemon loaf also sounded so delicious. These choices were already given to her, and yet, she still debates.

          “...I’ll have to say, this establishment did a good job of making these look appetizing. It’s a wonder what technologically advanced lighting can do for the presentation of cakes. It’s nothing like the bakeries from home.”

          Biting the inside of her cheek, she does what she could to try to come up with a decision. She can’t, not quite yet. Almost self-consciously, she looks around in the cafe.

          “I’m... at least grateful that I’m not holding up any line. Do you commonly deal with customers such as myself?”

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▊狐 “Hmm… What’s with that frumpy expression, miss? Are you unwell? Do you need a shoulder rub? Is that just your resting face?” Tamamo, annoying as she could be, had taken something of an interest in this woman. She looked way too serious, so much that the fox wanted to poke at her and see if she could get her to loosen up.

Hands behind her head as she followed along, she maintained her golden gaze on the woman’s face. “You’re so pretty, you know?”

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          Being accosted with questions is definitely the last thing Edelgard expected upon leaving her housing today, much more by a woman with the features of a fox. The initial whiplash of sudden conversation passed swiftly, only for differing emotions to rush forward.

          Confusion, indignation, then embarrassment at the sudden compliment. However, the fluster was quick to get flushed out of her face – anyone can say pretty words, whether they meant it or not, after all.

          “I... thank you for your compliment, but I am well, and I am in no need for shoulder rubs.”

          Even if the word frumpy was not in her dictionary, it was clear enough what the other was trying to say. “Does my expression truly make me look so unwell?”

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occultician​:

     There was something almost hilarious about how meekly she had been addressed by this lady— whose stature alone was… honestly rather intimidating? She looked like the ruler of some fantastical kingdom, especially with that crown and cape of hers.

“Eh…” Realizing she’s just been staring wordlessly at Edelgard, the teenager quickly clears her throat— shutting her slightly ajar mouth and averting eye contact for a moment, slightly flustered. “Er, right! Lot of people brought here don’t seem to really get it, so it’s okay. Anyways… I’ve had that problem myself.”

“But they actually make gloves that you can use with touch screens! Like the ones I’ve got on now.” She shows off her own usual white gloves with pride. “I ordered these off the net back home, but here… your best bet would be Pearl Street! They’ve got all kinds of stuff. It’s not too far from here, either.”

          “Ah... They do? Technology really has gotten far, how admirable.”

          It really is a wonder, especially in contrast to her home. Her home, where technology was held back purposefully... How far will it go, she wonders, once the current rule is overthrown? She pockets away the thought.

          “So, Pearl Street... The bazaar of sorts this city, correct? I haven’t been there, quite yet.” Even if she’s read through what information she can find, there’s only been so much places that she has explored herself. There’s a backlog of needs piling up, as well, so might as well take care of that.

          However, there was only so much her sense of direction could take her.

          “...If I may take more of your time, would it be fine if you were to point me the Pearl Street?”

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ripple-princess​:

Nautilus was washing her winter clothes at her home so all she had to wear was her outfit she wore when she got here. It caught her surprise when the woman walked up to her and worrying about her light clothes.

“Huh?  The clothes I usually wear for this type of weather are in the washing machine.” She said, completely ignoring as to why she would leave her place in the freezing cold. “Don’t worry though! I can ignore a little cold with my positive energy! I haven’t even notice until you mentioned it! But yeah… I should go somewhere like a restaurant to eat something then home. By then they should be finished.” 

Nautilus took her phone to check how much money she has left. She noticed that she gained some money. Huh. She turned to the woman.

“Thank you for reminding me. And for your gratitude, may we get some lunch together?”

          The precious optimism of a child... now, that’s something she has not heard of for a while.

          Especially not after what she has caused.

          At the moment, however, those thoughts were unwelcome. Villain or not, it was still a child she was talking to, and a conversation that she has initiated herself – this is no time for her thoughts to stray.

          “It’s good to hear that you’re doing fine. And, well, it is time for myself to get some lunch, as well. I’d like that, thank you for the offer.”

          A small smile accompanied her response, although it quickly faded back to a neutral expression. Her tone turns pensive with a thoughtful hum.

          “Though, I admit, I have no idea which restaurants are here. Do you have any in mind, or any preferences?”

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          Beautiful, fluttering, ethereal. In the corner of her eye, she initially thought it to be a snowflake... but its movement is unnatural, size too big.

          Turning her head, she’d spot a butterfly, almost translucent... as if it was a mirage. She stills. It would do no good to scare it away, as she wished to observe it for longer.

          “...How strange. A butterfly, in this season?”

          Slowly, she would reach an upturned hand towards it, to see if she could urge it to flutter closer.

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Brave Edelgard

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@aurulent liked for a starter.

           “Strange to meet you in a land with no war, Claude.”

          She wonders. Why would fate decide to pluck her from her path, only to place her in a land she could meet the opposing side, with no army backing either of them up? What kind of lesson is she to learn from here, exactly?

          Is this supposed to make her change her mind on the war she started? Perish the thought. There is no redemption for her, and she needs no redemption.

          This path, she took herself ; there is no time to waste wondering if this was a chance to make things different. She reminds herself – no regrets. This all is for the best.

          However, seeing Claude brought her to reality. This is no strange dream... The war she started rages on, she realizes. It moves on, without her, and the idea of that scares her.

          “We were at a standstill, but we are now, even more-so, it seems. Or, perhaps it’s the Kingdom’s opportunity to seize the day.”

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          “...Lysithea.”

          Guilt, shame, and the slightest hint of fear – her voice came out with a minuscule quiver. Instinctively, she still found herself following heads of snow-white hair as habits from the past. Who would have known that it would actually lead her to finding herself looking at the same girl she subtly watched out for in those days of peace?

          Edelgard opens her mouth to say something, then frowns, then closes it again. Everything she wanted to tell her, to ask her, out of the burning curiosity of the possibility of a mutual experience died on her lips ; she had no right to be so friendly with someone who is experiencing hardship from the war she started.

          It was far too late to go back. To the past, to try to take a different path : both in her academy days, and today. She has already engaged, there’s no escape now.

          “...Your body. Is it holding up in this weather well?”

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          “With all the snow, aren’t you cold...? Your clothes are so light.”

          Concern from a complete stranger might be seen as odd, but it was an urge that Edelgard couldn’t quite keep to herself anymore. The cold was enough to seep into her armor and cape, and yet, this girl was very lightly dressed.

          Faerghus was the coldest she has experienced, with only fire and thick clothing to keep the denizens warm. That is not the case anymore, in this area... They seem to have developed much more efficient ways of keeping warm.

          “Is it truly wise to stay outdoors? You may want to come indoors at one point. Very soon, even.”

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@occultician liked for a starter.

          “...Excuse me. If I may have a moment of your time?”

          To imagine that the Emperor herself would be talking to a stranger with such a bashful tone was strange to imagine, and, yet, even with her head held up and posture proper, it can’t remove the shame in her voice.

          Her gaze moves down to the device in her own hands, then the stranger’s. “You seem to be comfortable using this device, but I’ll have to admit, I’m very new to this all.”

          Meeting the other one’s eyes again, she raises a hand. “As you can see, I have gloves and would rather not take them off, so I couldn’t quite use the surface, from experimentation. Is there any way that I could keep use of it?”

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          It’s hard to not focus on the twinge of guilt as she found herself surrounded by civilians, much more doing something a civilian would do. All of this blood on her hands, and, yet... Edelgard walked among them, all of them none the wiser.

          She finds herself feeling out of place in her leather armor and cape, but, at the very least, the fact that the cafe she entered barely had anyone was a temporary haven.

          The sweet scent of pastries led her here, but she recognized none of these dishes. Those on display are all equal in presentation. How can she decide just from appearances?

          Of course, the answer can come in the form of expert advice... or as close as an expert she could find. She might as well, as she’s already there.

          “...From all of these sweets. What would you say is the best? Nothing too sweet, preferably.”