#deerthroned

[lionthroned]

                                       LEGENDS NEVER DIE

                  dimitri alexandre blaiddyd / edelgard von hresvelg / claude von riegan

[professus]

@deerthroned​ ────  xxx

*claude is interested in your class*

     “Would you like to be my student?” 

     Byleth looked straight at Claude, her eyes void of emotion. “I’d like to be your professor too, if you’ll let me.” She'd been meaning to ask him for weeks but just hadn't found the time to do so. “There's a lot of untapped potential.” Byleth went quiet as she studied Claude for a moment before taking out a notebook. 

     “Claude.”

[luciefr-blog]

holds arrow and bow @ forceship ^_^?

claude, that gets u an f immediately so stop threatening me

[edgecfdawn]

REACH FOR MY HAND — ☀️ — @deerthroned

☀️ — Dawn was drawing near - no need to try and fall back asleep. 

Even if he tried, he DOUBTED he would succeed. He’s only been at the the monastery for two months, and so many questions still haunted him. There was a TENSION in his muscles, a wave of FEELING he couldn’t shake. Feeling anything with intensity was so rare for him it startled him when his chest tightened, made him flinch when his cheeks flushed or a smile dared to curl upon his lips. Jeralt never forced him to show emotion, for he seemed resolved he was incapable of doing so. 

Maybe this was why he didn’t sleep well. Then again, he was either wide awake or dead asleep, the earlier more common, with no in between. Regardless, he’s up before the sun even rises, wandering beyond monastery grounds to the rocky cliffs beyond it’s walls. 

He took COMFORT in high places. Somehow it made him feel at ease, while it gave many other people anxiety. His arms cross, his eyes drift close as the breeze picks up. Distantly, in this moment of repose, he hears distant WHISPERS, the sounds of war, a city collapsing...

His thoughts were truly clouded, as a single sound beyond them TENSES him. He pivots fast enough to be a blur, drawing his sword and swinging behind, his gaze only barely catching yellow hues, giving him just enough pause to halt his strike. BREATH leaves him, all emotion that would normally be upon the face in a single, startled release, the tip of his blade a mere inch from Claude’s neck.

“...I’m sorry,” his tone is neutral, bordering on INSINCERE, but he can’t focus enough to wade through every unfamiliar emotion to pick the right one to display, the sword lowering away. 

[daemonpact]

deerthroned started following you

airi im begging dont harass hazen

[lancedemblem-blog]

"bottom solidarity??" @ claude

airi, what the fuck. what the FUCK, airi. featuring @deerthroned.

        oh, you know it.

[blxe-skys-of-coxrage]

@deerthroned​

“Claude. Remind me again why I was picked as your test subject? At least give me the details. Please.”

[professus]

@deerthroned​ ──── ♥ liked for a starter.

     “You send out many conflicting signals, Claude,” Byleth said. “I’m not sure what to think of you.”