“ linhardt, stop reading a moment. do you know anything about dark magic ? ” // @listlesscholar

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“ linhardt, stop reading a moment. do you know anything about dark magic ? ” // @listlesscholar
@listlesscholar said: ❛ no ….. it isn’t a school day, i checked. ❜
A.C starters
❝ I am well aware of the day, Linhardt. That does not however excuse you from spending the entire night in the library. It is not exams week just yet. This is not a place for you to sleep, either.❞
@listlesscholar | text messages
linhardt sent to el: [ sms ] → I’ll be there in 5 min. If not, read this again.
[ sms ] → you live next door.
[ sms ] → should i be worried?
[ sms ] → lin. lin. lin.
[ sms ] → ... bring some chocolate if you’re going to take this long.
@listlesscholar penned:
"Uh. Here." Hands Jeritza a rusty sword.
“ no. ”
it is his birthday.
+ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 / @listlesscholar
“ ... hey, lin ? do you have a moment ? ”
the door is silent when dorothea closes it, her footsteps a ghost as she makes her way over to linhardt. she hovers, a pace away, hands a tangled mess of shadows beneath her sleeves, wringing themselves white.
“ i ... apologize if this seems intrusive, and downright laughable, b-but ... i had no idea who else to go to. do you ––– do you have any remedies to help one sleep ? ”
@listlesscholar asked:
“ you’re surprisingly strong for how slender you appear ”
three houses ━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡ | accepting.
“Who, little old me?” Manicured digits curl around the handle of her axe. The weapon rests comfortably on her shoulder as she turns to meet Linhardt’s appraisal directly. It’s a comment that she’s gotten time and time again, and admittedly, it did feel good to hear at the start– but she would never allow herself the carelessness in indulging in it past halfbaked justifications. So she smiles, playing the usual part of carefree, lackadaisical whimsy, giving a light shrug. “There’s just no way that I can keep up this momentum for long! I’m a frail, poor maiden. In fact, I could really go for a little assistance picking up such a heavy weapon! I’m gonna come crashing down a hill because the weight of my axe sends me tumbling. It’d be real nice if I knew magic to make this thing weightless...”
“ don’t hold back for my sake ” - – @listlesscholar not accepting
just how has he found himself in this position? seated in front of the black eagle student inside an empty and quiet library in the depth of the night with only a few candles lighting the chessboard in front of them.
claude has always been the curious time, far too often sticking his nose (subtly) into other people’s business. often snooping around in places where he doesn’t belong. however it turns out that there is another person at the monastery who shares his curiosity. little did he expect that he would bump into linhardt near the elevator towards the catacombs. naturally neither wanted to spill what they were doing there (though both knew very well what the other wanted to do there) and thus their game of half-hearted excuses went back and forth ( ‘ i was just taking a stroll ‘ )
he could have easily left it at that but once again he got curious. he knows linhardt knows more than he is letting on and he just needs to know more. ‘ all that i am saying is that if you are looking for a way into the catacombs --- and i am not saying you are --- but should you want to let say take a look i may know a way. ’ but then again information never comes for free. and thus the two find themselves in the empty library with a single bet where the victor would receive all the information the other has gathered so far.
hearing linhardt say that causes a simple ‘ heh ‘ followed by a glimmer in his eye (to think that he is actually enjoying himself quite a bit)
‘ oh i wouldn’t dream of it ’
“ linhardt, are you and caspar … oh, um, how do i put this delicately. are you two, ahhh … hmm … are you ―― ” // @listlesscholar