Aug 12, 2019
thats gd path summed up right
seen from Czechia
seen from Austria
seen from Sweden
seen from Poland
seen from France
seen from Czechia
seen from Türkiye
seen from France
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from Germany
seen from France
thats gd path summed up right
@fell-star replied to your post: give cyril something to read and make him admit he...
gives cyril a piece of paper that just says u failed the midterm :/
looks him in the eyes and eats it
@fell-star / cont.
perhaps ‘ getting away with ‘ is too a loose way to say what it was──looked down on at best, allowed aside. were it not so, t’would be all the more thrilling to concoct, this new scheme of his. no, he would pin it as it were; just one of many unused ideas. something to fall back on. something to humor himself with.
❝ scared, are we? ❞
said in jest; with a smile hung so neatly on lips. no, no. he knows better to think byleth to indulge him so. ( he is let down, but within his expectations ) a breath rises in his chest & claude waves the vial toward the other for a moment. as if in doing so, to speak the unspoken question of; ‘ are you sure? ‘ . byleth is, undoubtedly, very sure. halfhearted laughter rests on the fringe of his speech─claude presses on as if to pique interest.
❝ want me to tell you what it does, then? ❞
@fell-star / after school antics .
‘ professor , ‘ she called out , followed by haste footsteps towards his position . edelgard had a tendency to walk only with purpose . ‘ i’ve been thinking about testing for a higher certification --- could i ask for your opinion on which would be the most beneficial to pursue ... ? ‘
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@ claude / 'i read the rules before i break them.'
there it is──that vulpine grin, ( the witty fox, masquerading as the majestic deer; a wolf in sheep’s skin ) clear & cleanly cut, albeit, hung so crookedly ‘pon his lips. hand crooked on his hip, weight shifted just so to lean toward byleth & give him a gentle nudge with his elbow. had claude been caught in one of his many acts & tricks? oh, absolutely──and entirely on purpose. he knows better than to think he can escape that man’s sharp stare. not with these harmless little pranks. still does he take the short lecture in stride, never more bothered by it than by the distasteful words of others.
❝ OH? you actually read the rules, professor ' i considered letting my house leader poison the other classes before the battle of the eagle & lion ‘ ? that’s rich. but you’re the teach, teach. i’ll behave. don’t got to tell me twice. ❞
quotes from pinterest / accepting
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@ claude / ' nothing scares me anymore. '
at first──at that very first meeting, when one could not tell what lay beneath the fathomless depths of that mercenary’s mind, that was so. little for words, little for small talk. he seemed to be going through the motion autonomously, rather than as a human. it was difficult to gauge what kind of person their newly appointed professor was. offhanded jokes out of earshot aside, there was one thing that claude thought he had known for certain about him──fear was not something he wrestled with.
and he isn’t sure how to handle it; hearing that. himself, not having lost a parent─lost anyone, in the same way that byleth had. he doesn’t know how to react to the waves of grief that came & went. does he let him be? ( to back out the door now, never to answer for his late night stroll ; to never address the downpour of emotion that weighed so heavily on the man’s shoulders ) does he put a hand on his shoulder, offer the same condolences as all others have before him? claude does neither. he does nothing, save for sit beside byleth. an arm drawn ‘cross shoulders, and claude simply lets him weep.
‘ it’s okay, ‘ he would otherwise desire to say, fully aware that it is, in fact, not okay.
and it’s as if he knows──knows, like he knows everything going on around him. with that icy stare & unchanging expression cutting through all hilda’s excuses & all claude’s jests, oh, byleth knows what claude wishes to say. and those words, so hollow & deprived of life─how he feels his heart sink at hearing them. only then does it sink in, that idea. the mere concept of byleth knowing what fear even meant; that he ever fought tooth & nail with himself over it. that he was human, and not some feral beast ( a demon; something worth fearing ) that cut through bandits without a second thought before his class.
his own reply does not flow as quickly as his quips & snipes. it comes without the lightheartedness so carefully hung in his speech. his voice─soft. thoughtful. he takes his time in stringing his words together to the best of his ability, and when claude mulls over them long enough, does he speak;
❝ i think we both know that isn’t true, teach. you don’t have to say something like that for anyone’s sake. it’s what makes us human, and that’s okay. ❞
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fell-star replied to your post “so i uh . finished golden deer route . ”
OH THATS ME i've just been Gone trying to see everything i can of this game
A WHOLE-ASS MOOD
im like ‘yeah i could use my rp blog or i could soak up every tiny detail of this fucking enormous game first’ akfjskg
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❛ claude hold my hand , it will intimidate our enemies . ❜
all said in jest──at least, somewhat. there is a touch of seriousness held in byleth’s voice. part of his charm, that. one of a thousand reasons that draws him in. could claude list them all? no; he always found something new about the man to keep him all the more caught in the curious web his life spun. ( further tangled in his miraculous nature ) he was not a believer. not a man to thank gods, or spirits, or any greater power in this vast world. yet─here it was, right before him. divinity incarnate, hand outstretched toward him & beckoning.
religion had no place in his life, but this man──this man was everything.
and who was he to pull away? he, whose heart would race whenever he’s caught the subtle curve at byleth’s lips. whose heart bled for the man he’s hardly known a year when jeralt was so cruelly ripped from his life. a man who claude thought not to exist in this world of theirs. so perfect. so, so perfect. no, claude could not turn away. not from him. especially not him. his hand would reach toward byleth’s. fingers would find their place so easily─entwined with his. oh, another five years could pass, and he would not complain so long as he could have this moment at the man’s side once more!
❝ you don’t even have to ask. ❞
words softly lifted; gently spoken. breathed onto a hushed tone, ne’er loud enough to be overheard. like a well-kept secret, tucked away just as carefully as they were behind the wall. ( no; don’t attract attention─this was not their little monthly tasks back in the monastery. it was just the two of them, an abandoned steeple, and a band of vagabonds. ) the devil’s own smile, perfectly captured ‘pon his face. a wild & wicked grin, foretelling the sort of trouble he’s to lead his darling teacher into. a tip to his head toward byleth. a gentle nudge of the shoulder─playful as ever, as if claude hardly knew a time without him. as if he hadn’t fallen off the face of the earth five years prior.
❝ my life is quite literally in your hands, byleth. you’ll lead me well, right? for old times’ sake? ❞