#thread: kindred spirits

[forlornwyvernrider]

» kindred spirits

starter for @birdwhisperer​ | continued from here

Marianne would have never guessing how beautiful the beach was during sunset if she weren’t transported to this mysterious oasis along with many others. Of course the unfamiliar feeling of being homesick settled somewhere between her chest and the pit of her stomach, and the female wasn’t sure on how to deal with it. Did she miss the chaos of the Golden Deer classroom? Of course. There was never a quiet moment, which made it easy for her thoughts to be drowned out, and her fellow classmates were always considerate of her ways. It was a relief for her to see familiar faces also stranded there, but at the same time Marianne wasn’t quite sure if this whole thing was a blessing or a curse. Sure, she could see the appeal of it being like some sort of vacation getaway, but for her it was anything but. It was like putting innocent people into a cage with a monster, where she was the monster. The thought had her squeezing her hold tighter onto the fabric of her skirt. “I won’t be a monster. I can’t be a monster… Not here…” She spoke out to no one as she tried to calm her racing heart. Marianne was so caught up in her own thoughts that she did not realize another nearby. 

He’s hearing a conversation he shouldn’t be hearing right now. In fact, it was less of a conversation, and more of a... reminder to herself? A trail of sweat falls down along the wyvern rider’s neck. He could easily, very carefully, step back. Simply walk away quietly and ignore this happened.

The mention of a monster -- and becoming a monster -- irks him, however. Thinking more into the subject only summons headaches and blurry images, but he recalls a roar of a creature he’s never encountered before. The idea of this meek woman turning feral and monster like wasn’t too far off, and it’s because of that, he can’t simply walk away.

What can he say? What can he do? He doubts he’d influence her somehow. He’s just a stranger.

Regardless, he sighs and gives in. He walks forward, not back, pass the woman he only recognized as the girl from the stables. She’s always accompanied by a horse. Sometimes, by birds. A person he’s seen frequently enough in passing but never truly interacted with. 

He stops in front of her, feet tickled by the low waves that reached the shorelines.

“An idle mind is the devil’s playground.” He speaks, eyes set on the waters. She might not appreciate him acknowledging what he heard, so at the very least, he doesn’t look her way. He lightly kicks the waters, causing ripples and a stray crab to move elsewhere, pausing before continuing. “You shouldn’t let yourself be alone if such thoughts plague you.”

[nobletoatea]

Kindred Spirits

Starter for @tobenobility

If there was one person in all of Garreg Mach Lorenz truly respected, it was Ferdinand Von Aegir. Even hearing his name made Lorenz cheerful- how lovely it was to share not only a school and social status with such a brilliantly zealous and upbeat noble, but to be assigned rooms as neighbors! Truly the goddess was working in their favor.

Lorenz hummed absently as he sifted through his tea collection with concentration. The idea of getting to spend time with Ferdinand made his heart beat faster- with the eagerness of getting to be in the presence of someone deserving of his utmost respect. Lorenz could, as odd a phrase it was, relax into his own nobility, intricate social webs fading into the backdrop of the world surrounding them so he could pass the time basking in friendship, as opposed to society.

There was, however, a wrench thrown in this plan.

“Oh no, how could I be so absentminded!?” Lorenz was to host Ferdinand for tea, and yet had managed to procure more Bergamot, instead of Ferdinand’s favorite Southern Fruit Blend. While they may have similar bright notes, Ferdinand would notice the difference in aroma before he even noticed the taste. It would be a great shame to host a guest he knew so well without his preferred brew, and he was due to entertain Ferdinand in minutes (fifteen minutes to be precise, which meant Ferdinand was likely going to burst into the room in five).

Perhaps, Ferdinand could find it in his noble heart to allow Lorenz to spin the situation into another category of time spent together. Lorenz couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing Ferdinand even in the most insignificant degree. To have someone he looked up to so much be slighted by his own lack of attention to detail was abhorrent. He walked next door to Ferdinand’s room and pushed his bashfulness aside.

“Ferdinand? I must beg your pardon on behalf of my own unpreparedness. I erred in provisions for our tea, and rather than postpone our meeting, would you be so kind as to permit us to go on an outing for refreshments? My treat, of course.”