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@warpaway
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hi hi <3
obligatory: i'll be focusing on ball threads etc. idc about wrapping them up expeditiously, or anything like that.
personally i don't have any interest in this month's plots, however, if you think you'd like one of them with linhardt, soren, or ophelia, feel free to reach out to me! i love plotting and will probably agree. i do need some new threads!!!
that's about it! ya'll know how to contact me etc etc
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something like a metaphor :: 1,874 words
i think we're alone now
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when caspar is quiet, linhardt knows he's thinking. he's probably thinking several things in the interim before his sounds and words, and all of them are mysteries to unravel for linhardt.
he follows, though, and that's what matters.
“more like… the goddess tower,” they reply, “but considering how popular the rumors and how adamant the church, it'll be far easier to get away with this in one of the empty rooms.”
he pauses at a doorway of a randomly chosen room and peers inside. it's too dark to see clearly, but it seems fine enough and linhardt is feeling a little impatient.
“though, i must ask: would you break into the holy tomb with me? i'd love to have a -”
they pause, smiling, and turn towards their date. “- a partner. for my research.”
linhardt can just make out caspar's silhouette in the dark, and the more they stare at him, the better his features come into focus, but he's never completely visible.
they raise one hand and gently cross a single finger against his jaw. it's the suggestion of a caress, but more curious and tentative. linhardt can't tell if he hesitates for his own sake, or for caspar's. in that, perhaps, he will let caspar decide.
@berglietz
return to wallflower
wk 1 || ethereal ball 2026
@hermidetta sent:
[ GOSSIP ] - For those who don’t want to be the center of attention, sitting on the sidelines and observing those who do is a time-honored tradition. Exchanging thoughts with another while doing so is a rite of passage for a student—it is a slightly worse look for the staff to take part.
linhardt finds bernadetta in a corner. her small plate of finger foods seems to be waning, so he offers his so that she may remain longer in the corner. that's his usual greeting to her - a silent acknowledgment or act of care. he won't even be offended if she shoos him away. that's bernadetta.
bernadetta is a little strange today, but in exactly the same way that linhardt is strange. both of them, the antisocial eccentrics, the creative minds of the black eagles, the weird ones, aren't attending a party (a place they might usually, individually avoid) alone.
(it makes them think. caspar has always been at their side. has bernadetta's date been a similar presence in her life, physical or otherwise?)
“i need a corner break,” linhardt confesses. after the plate of hors d'oeuvres is relinquished from their grip, they lean on the wall and slide down it to the floor, folding their legs underneath them. “you have the right idea of it, as always. though i can't say i'm completely innocent. i might say i'm impressed the two of us managed to find dates.”
he looks up at bernadetta with a small, conspiratorial smirk tugging only one side of his mouth. “how were you asked?”
the last four bars repeat
wk 2 || ethereal ball 2026
@encantresse sent:
[ SNEAK ] - The Goddess Tower was a no-go before, but with flashy distractions at a high and visibility at a low, now is a better opportunity than you will get the rest of the night. The monastery staff have promised a very unforgiving punishment for those caught in forbidden grounds, but that only goes for those caught, right?
linhardt had worried that caspar would leave their side too easily. as it's their first date, they had wanted to spend as much of it at his side as possible. still, they had wanted at least one moment to themself - not exactly to themself, but they had business with dorothea, and they had to fulfill it somehow.
“the half i took suggested an off-limits area of the monastery,” linhardt tells her as their feet carry them towards the goddess tower. even now, they keep their voice low, hoping no one will notice them.
he refers, of course, to the half of the prize the two of them had taken from a statue some time ago. dorothea had been exceedingly helpful in her suggestions and observation, and linhardt wants to continue tapping her insight for this quest in particular.
“while there's no shortage of them, if there's any time to be investigating the goddess tower it should be tonight, no? and besides, even if our composing scholar meant somewhere else, places are off limits for a reason. i wonder what could be hidden inside.”
i can turn anything into my hyperfixation just try me
wk 1 || ethereal ball 2026
@thracianblood sent:
[ PHOTO IN MOTION ] - And in addition, this year boasts a similar device bolstered by new advancements that allow it to capture more than just a moment; now, even motion and sound can be immortalized forever. Take a video with a friend—or catch something juicy you'll want to keep up your sleeve for later.
"So this button triggers a mechanism which burns the image onto each section of the... Hmm... That can't be it," Travant mutters to himself, narrowing his eyes to try to peek into whatever gaps in the box there are to examine the camera's insides but to no avail. As he moves away from the machine, giving up the task before someone could start looking at him weird, he notices a familiar face. "You're that 'crestology' person from that expedition, aren't you? What a coincidence..."
“before you assume i know anything about those things, think again,” linhardt responds, shaking their head slightly. “and besides, you'd do better to use my name. linhardt.”
despite the man's status, linhardt severely doubts he cares about titles or names, so he doesn't bother offering his last name. in any case, his crest is already sewn into the lacy boarder around his shoulders.
“wait - that brings up a good question. yes!”
they set aside their bouquet and step forward, then take the strange device to point it towards themself. then, they take a couple steps back, hoping they're properly in frame.
“do you mind filming me? i'd love to see if the magicks interact with my crest in any way.”
shaved ice, sauce, fruit, jelly OR boba
wk 1 || ethereal ball 2026
@macnaradhaigh sent:
[ SHAVED ICE ] - Served with a wide assortment of sweet, fruity syrups. Traditionally, it is served in bowls, but some are saying it makes for quite a refreshing sip when drank from a glass.
linhardt can rarely resist a sweet treat, and even more rarely do they even try. shaved ice isn't their favorite; the thickness of a true sorbet or cream is preferable, but the presentation of it is fun enough for them to overlook - with all the fruits stacked on top of the ice as much accessory as they are tasty additions.
he spots petra there too, but only greets her after the spoonful of sweet ice melts completely on their tongue.
“hello, petra. it's a bit cold outside for this isn't it?” they posit, as though they thought twice about taking a serving for themself. “i usually see shaved ice in enbarr. it's nice with how hot the summers can get there. though, i suppose summers in brigid are much worse. how do you stay cool? i tend to wither in the heat.”
[ SWEET BUN TRIO ] - Three delicious, bite-sized buns from Faerghus. The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.
linhardt eyes the plate with a friendly smile as mitama presents it. since she's offering, they take the bun filled with cream, tucking their bouquet under their arm and using their newly-freed hand to pluck the cherry off the top and pop it in their mouth. they chew and swallow it completely before opening their mouth again.
“did you know that's my favorite?” he asks, almost conspiratorially. “caspar's, too, he -”
well, linhardt had been about to offer a bun to caspar, too, but finds his date has left his side (and earshot). no large loss - linhardt soon considers that mitama probably hadn't intended to share it with caspar as well.
they offer a shrug in lieu of finishing their sentence, then begins a new one. “your gown looks lovely, by the way. i suppose it's traditional, right? well, i guess mine is traditionally adrestian, too, but obviously i'm more interested in something new to me.”
ethereal ball 2: i can still touch you
last year, linhardt made himself the surprise, wearing a dress for the first time to an event. this year, there's more surprises in store for him. he's been asked to accompany some one, and dressed to match his date rather than his own preferences.
then there's the bouquet, thrown into their hands, without a second thought. it's going to be a bit of a pain to carry this all around, isn't it?
linhardt is accompanying caspar (@berglietz) to the ball! linhardt has a bouquet of tulips!
man vs. machine
Mauvier & Linhardt - Mission Board: Infamous - [Gauntlets +1]
It had blinked at him.
Mauvier had heard about them - the devices that could capture motion in front of them. He hadn't cared for the thought of them much - certainly a knight on watch is more efficient in quashing any threats or troublemakers than some arcane contraption.
But he hadn't expected the metal-encased eye attached to the stone wall overlooking the gardens to blink at him, and as if by reflex, his armored fist has smashed it to pieces. It's a rare moment of impulse, but as he gazes at the pieces of infernal machinery scattered on the ground, he realizes what he's done.
The best thing to do is come clean, surely. But what is his story? Apologies about the Church's prized new surveillance system, Sir Seteth, but I've punched it into submission. It's not even correct to say it had been an accident. And doesn't he have a motive, for destroying something that threatens his patrol?
As Mauvier frets, someone else steps onto the path. Mauvier meets the eyes of his witness with trepidation, an explanation blooming on his tongue --
It is the young Linhardt, whom he hasn't seen since their fateful time in the Aed desert. What a time to reconvene.
"Ah, Linhardt," he says, voice heavy-laden with guilt. "Please disregard the mess of made, and watch your step."
@warpaway
there’s little else for linhardt to do than watch these strange… watchers. they’re small things, made of metal and magic, meant to capture and keep memories of their own, so that the church can quite literally have eyes all around the monastery grounds.
so of course linhardt, regular truant and frequent tresspasser, takes an interest here.
he’d asked a variety of clerics and monks (never the same, to avoid rousing too much suspicion) about the devices and the magic involved in their make, but he hadn’t yet received any satisfactory answer. given that he isn’t the violent sort, destroying them had been very low on his list, especially without better understanding the situation. (but it was still on his list.)
and as though the goddess herself smiles upon the destruction of the surveillance state, linhardt watches a knight destroy one such device so suddenly that even he looks surprised.
there’s an apology in mauvier’s voice that isn’t even meant for linhardt. it’s meant for the silly little thing, so naturally they disregard it.
“hello, mauvier,” they reply. it’s too hard to keep the smile off their face, so they don’t bother trying. “i hadn’t realized the knights are also finding these strange gadgets upsetting; or were you just enacting a personal vendetta?”
“only if you think it’s necessary,” linhardt replies. “i presume you’re skilled enough at it by now it’s not as though you need to practice much on a canvas, as you say.”
he finds himself leaining into her touch, smiling. it’s a nice feeling, warm and comforting, that she’d go through these lengths for him. he can’t help but wonder what he’s ever done for her to make her think this amount of effort is warranted. he certainly can’t think of anything.
but such a question will ruin the mood, they know, and they’d rather have smiling, excited dorothea, than one whose brow knits in equal parts confusion and frustration.
“why do they call it eyeshadow if it goes above one’s eyes, anyway? the light source is presumed to be the sun, so a shadow would be cast under the eye from the eye. perhaps eyebrowshadow is a more proper term.” it’s just silly conjecture, though. “i think that might be nice. isn’t it odd, dressing up for oneself when one isn’t who will see it? certainly i’d feel the dress on my legs, and see it if i look down, but i wouldn’t see eyeshadow at all. still, i’d like to try it.”
as though thinking ahead, linhardt’s gaze is brought to their hands and their knees, imagining what a dress will look like from this perspection. a moment after, and they refocus their gaze on their friend. “by the by, did you net a companion for the event?”
she’s so charming, linhardt has no doubt the answer is ‘yes’ if she wants it to be yes, and no otherwise.
leave it to darling lin to pose questions like this.
dorothea lets out a light laugh. she sits back on her haunches, listening while her brows quirk amusedly at the conclusion he draws. never had she thought to question the why behind it, but she thinks the answer is simple, really: because it's designed to give the illusion of depth by painting colorful shadows around the eyes.
nevertheless, addressing linhardt's statement never comes. his follow-up question is what truly pulls her attention, and for the first time that evening, a faint blush colors her cheeks.
mhm, yeah. about that. "i did. actually, it was ferdie who asked." dorothea's gaze drifts toward the doorway. "i thought i'd finally give him a chance this year."
she's suddenly feeling a touch abashed, worried that lin might take to teasing her—then again, she reminds herself, when has linhardt ever been the type to do that? yes, that's right. he'd either follow up with more questions, or none altogether. she could handle that just fine. but first—
"alright! you stay put. i'll be back with everything in a minute." she pulls herself onto her feet, still blushing but smiling all the same. "it's only fair if you tell me about your plans when i'm back, okay? don't leave a girl hanging!"
— 𝘧𝘪𝘯.
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a code-a.
of all the things dorothea expects to happen, it is certainly not tremors. fleeting alarm overtakes her features the second she realizes they shake the stone foundations—only to evolve into disbelief once linhardt casts his spell.
huh. maybe she should’ve anticipated something like this, what with the spirit of the opera and all. considering how old the monastery is, could she really believe there isn't a million more secrets to be unearthed?
in any case, she delights upon hearing linhardt’s exclamation. just as easily, dorothea grins back.
her gaze flickers curiously at the compartment, scanning its crevices in wonder before turning toward her friend. “sounds like a plan,” she agrees, reaching out for the sheet music. then, with a giggle, “we’ve gotten quite good at this, haven’t we?”
who’d have thought? former diva turned successful explorer!
that said, her stack feels easier to peruse than all those notebooks he has to go through. dorothea cants her head, weighing their options before she finally speaks up again. “we’ll have to hole up somewhere to get through all this. shall we head back to the dining hall, or somewhere more private this time?”
her eyes flash mischievous. “or is this when you tell me you’ve got a secret little study hideaway? a little 'lin cave?'”
“'lin cave?'” linhardt repeats, confused. he interprets her literally, and explains accordingly. “you don't want to see my bedroom, dorothea. i suspect you can assume why not, considering my generally disorganized nature and not-very-noble disposition.”
the books he's chosen for himself are tucked under one arm, and the opposite hand raises to cover a yawn.
“what say you look over your part and i'll take notes on mine and we meet in the middle?”
this is a decision linhardt makes for her - the question is posed, but there's only one answer they'll accept.
"this certainly was fun, though. i'll confess this isn't too out of the ordinary for my research normally, if you'd ever like to come along again. who knows, we might be set upon a full fledged scavenger hunt now. we'll see."
he offers her a smile, and a small wave. “i'll see you - well, i'm not sure when, but you know how to find me. goodbye.”
and then, they set off back to their room. for a nap, maybe, or maybe two.
→ end.
[ ♫ ] ─ * 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭
post-anamorphosis reunion | dorothea & linhardt
linhardt's always had an uncanny way of making her feel better. never did he go about it the traditional route — if one could call it that — but his methods were tried and true. no sugarcoating, yet not cruel, either. just the simple truth and reminders of their humanity.
dorothea doesn't move when they shift into her. instead, she manages a weak smile, if only for the fact that he remains dutifully by her side.
"yeah. you're right." there's no debating lin's logic. as awful as it was, and despite how terribly her efforts had backfired, at least she'd tried to do something.
she takes to fidgeting with her rings in the meantime.
"our prisoner," dorothea tells him quietly, "actually reminded me of pasithee. awful things were done to him as a child. i don't know why the church would punish him, rather than his grandmother."
a longer pause still, before: "...crest experimentations. have you heard of such a thing? she was feeding him concoctions made of dragon bones and blood. no one in my group seemed to understand why i was so horrified, lin." and could she blame them, if they did not fully understand the weight of crests in fodlan?
as far as linhardt can tell, dorothea accepts their piddling attempt to comfort her. they don't think they've ever been especially good at easing wounds of the heart or mind, but she doesn't seem to dislike it.
then, she tells him what she's actually thinking, and linhardt's blood runs cold.
he stiffens against her, and his gaze falls to his hands, where his fingers twist around themselves in a mirror image of dorothea's fidgeting.
“because cases such as that go against church doctrine,” they murmur. “it's… not something easy to speak about in any context. what i mean to say is… regretfully, what you say isn't new information to me.”
and it's sick, too, the way that it confirms some of his theories in one single sentence.
“i believe i know people who underwent similar things, and it isn't… something i want to disclose, out of respect for them and their safety. but i know why it would be… difficult to stomach.”
they shift, curling their arms around themself. “…i don't know what else to say. i feel like you've found a secret i can't tell you. what else is there except that it's wretched, but it happened? and that's frustrating in its own right.”
this is why i don't sign up for extracurriculars
+ bow || anniversary 2025
edain sits happily on a raised wooden platform, her legs dangling over the ledge in a way that would have brought her much despair had she actually been in danger.
in reality, she sits above a pool of water not much taller than her— just enough to dunk her body entirely if she were to fall but to allow her to pop her head up and out of the water if she were of need.
the only threat here is getting soaking wet.
she can't help but perk up seeing a student approach, pressing her hands together hopefully when their gazes meet. and yet, he seems unwilling to try and hit the target. she's certain this kind of thing would have worked on any student.
maybe she just has to motivate him a little bit. unfortunate it is that she knows nothing of this student's character, she'll just have to poke around in the dark a bit.
"don't you want to brag to your peers that you got to dunk one of the professors?" she calls out from the tank with a twinkle in her eye. "it's a once in a lifetime chance!"
linhardt pulls at the bow's string as though they have any understanding of tautness even nocking arrows. they know it conceptually, but past that, they're as green as they come. there's a little divot in the bow part, probably where they're meant to put the arrow.
just as they're trying to puzzle the thing out, professor edain speaks up. is that what they're doing? she'll convince him, will she? well, maybe that would be more interesting…
“why would i care about that?” they ask in return, brow furrowing in confusion. they can imagine besting a professor something some one might brag about, but certainly not linhardt. “also, isn't the point that whoever steps up will dunk you? it's a stationary target. it's not supposed to be difficult, is it?”
👥 — How does your muse feel about themself in relation to others? Are they happy with their relative position?
sweet love headcanons || accepting***
linhardt took incorrectly that part of the grooming that noble parents do to make sure their child is suited to be their heir. they have a crest! they are special! but linhardt never connects this with their bloodline or lineage or class. because as they're being told these things, they're spending hours and hours reading, they're staying up until sunrise burning candles, they're only friends with like one single person, and they don't particularly care about talking to anyone else… ever.
the idea that linhardt is special turned into the same reasons that linhardt is strange, and so he quickly understood that like he's simply not like other people. gossips have confirmed this for them, but never particularly bothered them either.
knowing how strange they can be, linhardt makes an effort to connecting to people by… acting in a way they like. when he realizes people like compliments more, he'll go out of his way to compliment them. it's sort of how he maintains his friendships.
in a way, it's sort of what keeps linhardt feeling ‘equal’ to some of the commoners he talks to? he hasn't felt special because of his crest or money or whatever, he's just weird and strange and generally speaking everyone has their eccentricities so he's just normal in a different way and it's not that hard to figure out how to connect with people.
“Hey, Linhardt? You know how the ball is coming up soon?”
Caspar bites his tongue. He can’t back out now that he’s already gotten all of those words out, but he can try to stop himself from making what he wants to say sound too stupid.
“People have been asking each other about it. And I was thinking, y’know, about what you said last year-”
Nope. No. He’ll start rambling way too much if he goes there. Restart. He shakes his head a little, pushes his fingers through the bristly hair at the back of his neck for a reset. His face feels hot, but he tries again.
“I mean- I know we tend to do stuff together, but I thought it’d be good to actually ask. If you wanted to go. With me.”
I’d like to make room for you. That means it’d be good to open up the space and let them know it's there, right? Caspar’s weight bounces from one foot to the other as he fights off the urge to give Linhardt plenty of room to consider his offer by running off and throwing himself into the pond or something.
it isn't odd for caspar to intercept linhardt at this junction. it's a path in the rut that he carves daily that intersects with one of caspar's many activities, and just seeing his best friend is enough to pull a smile on his face.
ball is coming up soon, he reminds them. that's right - it had been in the back of their mind like a vague, slippery presence for the past week or so. they'd been thinking of people going in pairs, and dancing (well, not the dancing itself, but the closeness) and everything else.
linhardt doesn't have time to think about why caspar, of all people, is bringing it up, before he tries to mention what linhardt said last year and sends them on a journey to try and figure out what that was.
caspar's flushed red, and it's a cute look. he can't remember what he said last year, but he remembers holing up in a cabana and hugging him close through a storm. caspar was cute, then, too. the pink reaches his ears, and it looks like -
“If you wanted to go. With me.”
???????????????????????????
caspar is asking linhardt to the ball? linhardt's heart pounds frantically in his chest, reminding him that he has things like organs, and blood, and that fact is the only thing preventing his face from turning a similar shade to caspar's.
before they so much as open their mouth, linhardt's hand is in in his hair, twirling his ponytail around a finger and tugging gently.
“do you mean in our usual way, or the way everyone else interprets it?” he asks back. he feels a fluttering in his stomach, as though the heartbeat wasn't disgusting enough, and shifts his weight on his feet. “because either way, the answer is yes. i'm… excited it was you to ask me.”
Caspar ducks his head down and pushes his hand through his hair. He feels kinda sick. This is the worst.
He glances up at Linhardt's face, smiling and rosy-cheeked. This is the best. His tongue feels so thick in his mouth that it's hard to talk. (This is the woooooorst.)
"That's...what I kept thinking about before- whether or not we'd run into problems just doing stuff in our old ways all the time. So if we're trying something new..."
He grins, giddy and sincere. His hand squeezes Linhardt's right back.
"There's basically nothing I don't wanna do with you. So I can do that!"
caspar thought about it! of course he did - caspar's generally thoughtful. he'd said he'd been thinking about what linhardt said a year ago, and linhardt certainly doesn't remember…
so when he says there's nothing he wouldn't want to do with linhardt… they can be reasonably assured he means it. and even without that confirmation - they'd believe it just with the earnest grin splitting his face.
“then…”
linhardt leans in. they'd already kissed before. at least twice. he could kiss caspar now, and caspar would want to do it, right? right?!
but he can't bring himself to do it, he pulls back, turning the gesture into a strange sway, as his gaze darts away, shy. “well, i don't know what one would do in this situation. there's too much time before the ball to say something along the lines of ‘okay, i’ll go make my plans for what i'll wear' and so on. i was headed to the dining hall, if you'd like to get dinner with me, though.”
