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"What if...I sold Claude's bath water? Claude, get in the tub, I finally found what little side project I want to do to make money!"

Meanwhile, he's asking himself what he did to deserve this kind of torment.

#;Alois #;Claude #dash commentary

｢ i can probably sleep easy tonight... ｣

Her voice alone was enough to hint that there was something on her mind, but as he lifted his head to meet her gaze, the sight of her twiddling thumbs all but confirmed there was something eating away at her. At this point, he’s grown rather accustomed to her odd inquiries and bold statements - he expects something like that this time as well. With her, he can never know exactly what’s coming, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was some outlandish idea or request that would be near impossible, but he’d try to carry through it regardless. Even if, this time, something did seem off about her (as if she was nervous, perhaps, or whatever she wished to speak about was something she had a difficult time bringing up to him), he didn’t pay it much mind (though the budding suspicion in his chest implies he should have prepared himself a bit better, but he ignored that sensation as well). It’s really only after she begins that what she really wants to talk about to him actually dawns on him.

Right. It wasn’t as if he’d forgotten what he had said to her that day - he had meant it. But he had never expected she would bring it up again or that her feelings for Dimitri would fade when she had been so smitten with the prince at the start of the year. He was still serious about it, but less prepared than he would have liked to be (and that he had ever been in his life). Ah, well, he didn’t have anything up his sleeve - certainly not a poison (as much as he dabbled in them) that would magically cure the pain she felt in her chest whenever he was around (and frankly, he didn’t want to cure her of it anyway). He swallowed around the lump forming in his throat, and offered her a smile to give himself a moment to process his own thoughts and her words. Of course, he’d been in love with her for some time, but had kept such thoughts to himself for much of their friendship - she had been interested in someone else and he had been determined to see her happy. Now, though, things had changed, as had her feelings.

“Of course, but I’m afraid the cure I’ve brewed for you isn’t so extreme,” he admits. His voice never does fail him, remaining level and even despite the prick of heat he can feel forming on the tips of his ears as he looks at her. Truth be told, this is hardly how he wanted to confess his feelings to her. He would have preferred something a bit more extravagant (with all he had planned for her and Dimitri, it only seemed fair to hold himself to the same standard), but he couldn’t actually ask her to wait while he tossed something together after she had expressed how she felt about him. Albeit, not in the way he had imagined - she seemed rather determined to be rid of her feelings for him, but, thankfully, he was used to people wanting to be rid of him and didn’t allow that part of what she had said to sink in.

“All I can offer is my word. I hope you’ll accept what I have to say.” Ah, this was more difficult than he would have thought. He tipped his head back, pushing a stray braid out of his bright green eyes as he looked up at the sky for a moment; the heat of a blush forming on his cheeks by the time he lowered his gaze to meet hers again. “You won’t make me uncomfortable. That would be pretty hard, given that I feel the same way about you.” He relaxed a bit, grin forming on his features that stretched to the sharp lines of his eyes. “It’s not one of my incredible poisons, but I hope it’ll be good enough to cure the pain you feel when you’re around me.”

Of course, under ordinary circumstances, Vivian wouldn’t have confessed; in fact, she would have probably gone days or months avoiding Claude if she could, yet one thing prevented her from doing so - the words he had spoken back then. Truth be told, it never quite ceased to bother her each time she recalls their prior conversation that took place months ago. What had he exactly meant by knowing how to help her and furthermore, was it possible Claude had ascertained the truth all along? For better or worse, Vivian just couldn’t suppress her curiosity. Perhaps somehow, he managed to figure out a way for them to stay friends without her romantic feelings getting in the way, but regardless, she figured he at least owed her an explanation before she attempted anything drastic.

Despite coming to this conclusion herself, however, Vivian found it hard to look him in the eye, so instead, her gaze lingered over his smiling lips as she awaits his response alongside trembling fingertips. Thankfully, it didn’t seem as if he was put off by her TERRIBLE yearning; still, she manages a frown when he vaguely mentioned the poison not being ‘so extreme’. What did he exactly mean by that? Vivian peers up, allowing confusion to embellish her features. “ Wait, it isn’t? And you already have a cure prepared? I-I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Claudish, but I’m willing to swallow anything you give me! ” she insists, only to pause with her cheeks reddening a shade darker once she realizes how perverted her last sentence sounded. “ Er... on second thought, that was bad wording. Please just forget about it! ”

Sure enough, Vivian proceeds to blink upon hearing him speak yet again. Little by little, her eyes would gradually widen, the moment it occurred to her this wasn’t the rejection she was expecting; if anything, Claude actually looked sheepish this time around, causing her heart to race a mile per second. By the time he finally admits to loving her back, Vivian releases the breath she wasn’t even aware of holding before lowering her hands until she can no longer be seen fidgeting.

“ Y-You do? Oh... ” she murmurs, upon clearly being at a loss for words. Mere moments later, her legs gave out from underneath her and she collapses onto her knees from the combination of being OVERWHELMED by that revelation and being so famished after skipping meals the whole entire day; nevertheless, Vivian doesn’t pay it much mind and releases a blissful sigh. Soon, she brings herself to smile while shakily rising up to her feet. ” A...haha...! ” came her weak laugh. “ Now, that’s certainly a plot twist I wasn’t expecting. To tell you the truth, Claudish, I couldn’t sleep nor eat, for I was so worried I might ruin everything. ” Little by little, she cradles a hand over her stomach and maneuvers the corners of her lips into a wider smile. “ I’m glad that didn’t stop me, though; otherwise, I wouldn’t have made the first, manlier move - then again, I guess it was actually you who made me weak to my knees, huh? ”

@moon-caught / continued from here ;;

#mooncaught #;claude #three houses tw #▓ ▌❛ ⋯ VERSE 📨 ◢ they call her a strumpet!!#⊰ interactions ⋮ ☇ ❦ ⊱#⊰ queued for the library ⋮ ☇ ❦ ⊱#[ ahdjksahjdashjk HOPEFULLY IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO TURN THIS INTO A THREAAD ]#[ cause i'm such a huge sucker for continuity ]#[ and i made/edited this icon to perfectly convey how vivi would react ]

White Clouds: Fated Ties

@lucisflos

Garreg Mach has people of all different forms of life come in and out, some merchants, some students to become knights, all due to the many ties and bonds the Holy Church of Seiros over generation after generation. But the test of those bonds and who they are truly tie to would be tested, for honest ambitions could lead to blind ignorance.

Claude, the house leader of the Golden Deer, was currently out at night heading down the halls. He had passed a few guards here and there, saying that he was off to return books before heading off to bed to avoid suspicion. Though he was on his way to the library his intentions were different. When thinking the coast was clear he moved to the back of the library and got to the floor. Lifting a wooden plank from the floor he came across a piece of literature that wasn’t part of the archives of the church.

“Claude you genius,” he muttered to himself as he pulled the book out from his hiding spot before putting the plank of wood back into its proper position. Unaware he was being watched.

#lucisflos #;claude

@wcndcrcr - liked for a starter!

Claude was tending to the bluebells decorating the mansion's garden. It wasn't the most elegant of flowers befitting for an Earl, but Alois was a bit too insistent on these commoner flowers being something to decorate the garden.

Just as he was pulling away weeds and trimming the flowers to make sure they didn't overgrow their desired shape, he spots what he thinks is an intruder.

Using his silver-like spider's web from his wrist, he uses it to grab at the puppet. After all, Claude is protective over any other creature getting into his web.

"Who sent you?"