me ? rping on an rp blog ? id rather sleep ,Ā thanks.
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if i am ever to be but a memory in your future,
i want you to remember me in a way that brings you joy.
i would want you to smile when you recalled me,
to feel warmed by the notion that iĀ cherished your company.
// by huxley.
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gee arTY HOW COME YOU GET TWOOOO LINHARDTS
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āā¦I always thought Iād stumble across something unusual in my lifetime, but I never expectedĀ this.ā
OK, now that the shockās passed, Linhardtās intent on getting down to business. He jumps past the pleasantries:Ā āWe can switch off our seminars and get more naps in that way. Iāll take Catherineās 8AM, and you are welcome to have Aloisās afternoon lecture.ā
ā I like the way you , or rather IĀ , think. Or thought , all things considered. ā How very much like him ... to try to evade work as much as humanely possible. He wasnāt about to let this doppleganger rob him of his well-deserved leisure time.
ā Unfortunately , I have to decline. I much favor not attending seminar at all , you see , and this bargain seems to be engineered in your favorĀ . ā
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anyways see you all in five daysĀ āļø
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bergliezā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¢šāš¬ Ā šš®š§š§š² Ā š”šØš° Ā šš¢šššš«šš§š Ā šš”šš² Ā ššØšš” Ā š°šš«š.Ā Ā Ā twoĀ friends,Ā Ā Ā closeĀ sinceĀ theyĀ wereĀ childrenĀ Ā āāāĀ andĀ yetĀ theyĀ sharedĀ twoĀ widelyĀ differentĀ personalities,Ā Ā Ā likesĀ andĀ dislikes,Ā Ā Ā andĀ evenĀ positionsĀ onĀ theĀ battlefield.Ā Ā Ā itāsĀ thisĀ closenessĀ thatĀ helpsĀ casparĀ inĀ battle.Ā Ā Ā alwaysĀ knowingĀ linhardtĀ hadĀ hisĀ back,Ā Ā Ā thatĀ noĀ matterĀ whatĀ woundsĀ heĀ sustainedĀ hisĀ friendĀ wouldĀ alwaysĀ beĀ thereĀ toĀ makeĀ sureĀ heĀ livedĀ toĀ seeĀ theĀ nextĀ morning.Ā Ā Ā andĀ itāsĀ thisĀ veryĀ differenceĀ betweenĀ themĀ thatĀ makesĀ casparĀ misjudgeĀ hisĀ actions.
linhardt,Ā Ā Ā hisĀ friend,Ā Ā Ā theĀ onlyĀ manĀ whoādĀ muchĀ ratherĀ takeĀ aĀ napĀ thanĀ everĀ beĀ outĀ inĀ aĀ war.Ā Ā Ā theĀ kindĀ ofĀ personĀ casparĀ knewĀ wouldnātĀ makeĀ aĀ recklessĀ decision.Ā Ā Ā šš Ā šš” Ā šššš š” Ā š”š©šš”āš Ā š¤š©šš” Ā š©š Ā š”š©šš¢šš©š”.Ā Ā Ā maybeĀ theyĀ hadĀ rubbedĀ offĀ onĀ another,Ā Ā Ā butĀ asĀ casparāsĀ bodyĀ wasĀ pushedĀ withĀ soĀ muchĀ forceĀ heĀ almostĀ fellĀ overā¦Ā Ā Ā heĀ knewĀ somethingĀ wasĀ wrong.
thereāsĀ blood.Ā Ā Ā crimsonĀ bloomsĀ onĀ linhardtāsĀ body,Ā Ā Ā andĀ hisĀ eyesĀ goĀ wide.Ā Ā Ā heĀ doesnātĀ realizeĀ itĀ butĀ heĀ screams.Ā Ā Ā theĀ smellĀ hitsĀ himĀ asĀ heĀ regainsĀ composure,Ā fingersĀ ballingĀ intoĀ aĀ fist.Ā Ā Ā oneĀ footĀ inĀ frontĀ ofĀ theĀ otherĀ andĀ casparĀ dartsĀ forward,Ā Ā Ā knuckleĀ connectingĀ withĀ theĀ jawĀ ofĀ theĀ brigand.Ā Ā Ā theĀ axeĀ inĀ hisĀ ownĀ handĀ wentĀ forgottenĀ forĀ aĀ momentĀ beforeĀ heĀ raisesĀ itĀ aboveĀ himself;Ā andĀ withĀ allĀ theĀ forceĀ inĀ hisĀ bodyĀ Ā Ā ā-Ā itĀ meetsĀ withĀ theĀ neckĀ ofĀ theĀ man.Ā Ā Ā hisĀ headĀ isĀ nearlyĀ knockedĀ offĀ hisĀ bodyĀ asĀ theĀ fastĀ coolingĀ corpseĀ heavesĀ overĀ ontoĀ theĀ field.Ā Ā Ā theĀ nextĀ momentsĀ feltĀ likeĀ aĀ blur,Ā Ā Ā likeĀ snapshotsĀ ofĀ aĀ movie.
heĀ remembersĀ droppingĀ hisĀ axe,Ā Ā Ā handsĀ holdingĀ linhardtĀ closeĀ asĀ fightsĀ ragedĀ aroundĀ them.Ā Ā Ā heĀ remembersĀ hisĀ handĀ stainedĀ inĀ hisĀ bestĀ friendāsĀ blood,Ā Ā Ā screamsĀ ringingĀ butĀ notĀ reachingĀ hisĀ ears.Ā Ā Ā šš”āš Ā š”š©š Ā šššš š” Ā š”ššš Ā ššš ššš Ā š”šš¢šš¦ Ā š”š©šššš Ā šššš¢š” Ā ššš ššš Ā š©šš,Ā Ā Ā ššš Ā šš”āš Ā ššš Ā šš£šš Ā š”šš Ā ššš š”.
theĀ nextĀ thingĀ heĀ knewĀ heĀ awokeĀ withĀ aĀ start.Ā Ā Ā bandagesĀ strewnĀ aroundĀ eachĀ woundĀ heādĀ garneredĀ inĀ theĀ fight,Ā Ā handsĀ noĀ longerĀ wetĀ withĀ blood.Ā Ā Ā howĀ muchĀ timeĀ hadĀ passed?Ā Ā Ā itĀ feltĀ asĀ ifĀ heādĀ beenĀ asleepĀ forever,Ā Ā Ā butĀ neverĀ doesĀ casparĀ mindĀ hisĀ ownĀ wounds.Ā Ā Ā insteadĀ heāsĀ quickĀ toĀ moveĀ fromĀ hisĀ bedĀ andĀ franticallyĀ beginsĀ toĀ searchĀ forĀ linhardt.Ā Ā Ā anyĀ inklingĀ ofĀ whatĀ hadĀ happenedĀ toĀ hisĀ friend,Ā Ā Ā aĀ notionĀ ofĀ whetherĀ heĀ wasĀ aliveĀ orĀ dead.Ā Ā Ā anything.
andĀ calmnessĀ findsĀ himĀ whenĀ heĀ seesĀ linhardt,Ā Ā Ā musclesĀ relaxĀ andĀ lipsĀ partĀ toĀ exhaleĀ aĀ sighĀ ofĀ relief.Ā Ā Ā heĀ doesnātĀ think,Ā Ā Ā notĀ thatĀ heĀ everĀ does,Ā Ā Ā asĀ hisĀ bodyĀ almostĀ instinctivelyĀ makesĀ itsĀ wayĀ overĀ toĀ linhardtāsĀ side.Ā Ā Ā heāsĀ alive,Ā Ā Ā casparĀ canĀ tell,Ā Ā Ā thatĀ offersĀ someĀ comfortĀ toĀ him.Ā Ā Ā ššš Ā š©š Ā ššššš Ā ššššššš¢š,Ā Ā Ā sleepingĀ asĀ ifĀ everythingĀ wereĀ alrightĀ Ā Ā ā-Ā asĀ ifĀ everythingĀ inĀ theĀ worldĀ didnātĀ matterĀ inĀ thisĀ moment.Ā Ā Ā besideĀ theĀ bedĀ isĀ aĀ chair,Ā Ā Ā oneĀ casparĀ seesĀ fitĀ toĀ occupy.Ā Ā Ā hisĀ handĀ restsĀ onĀ linhardtāsĀ foreheadĀ forĀ aĀ moment,Ā Ā Ā asĀ ifĀ heĀ neededĀ toĀ touchĀ himĀ toĀ makeĀ sureĀ heĀ wasĀ alive.Ā Ā Ā forĀ once,Ā Ā Ā heĀ hadĀ nothingĀ toĀ say.Ā Ā Ā itĀ wasĀ simplyĀ enoughĀ toĀ knowĀ thatĀ linhardtĀ wasnātĀ dead.
Thereās something to be said about the sensation of sleepĀ āā theĀ nothingness . This time there were no colors that danced beneath his eyelids , no dreams of crests or academia that occupied his mind. He would wake without anything to reflect upon or analyze , which wasnāt exactly the worst thing that could happen. He was unaware of his predicament ,Ā at first , of the pain that befell him just hours ago. Linhardt was unaware , perhaps blissfully , that a blade pierced somewhere that had somehow been unfatal. He was unaware , too , of Caspar ( who was equally as damaged as he ) who took to sitting at his side , fingers resting upon his own . So unaware that when he awoke , he looked only to Casparās face , not yet to the bandages that seemed to occupy his frame.
It didnāt seem that Linhardt yet recognized the soreness that remained from his little stunt , either.Ā He was hardly the sort to act on impulse , and the very act was ... well , calculated at least in some regard with the slim expectation that he would survive. And here he was , waking in the infirmary . In one piece . What a strange and miraculous predicament he found himself in.
A yawn bubbles forth from between his lips , and only then does the pain begin to register. Itās a bitter aftertaste in his bones where magicĀ āā magic that wasnāt his ownĀ āā had sewn him back together. A surface level remedy , imperfect and hasty as it were , with some lingering sense of urgency.Ā
Heād have to examine his condition further , and remedy the rest on his own. How tiresome.
Though , Linhardt does find his hand moving to hold Casparās. Heās bandaged too , but very much alive. Alive , and here. Just as he had envisioned.Ā
ā WellĀ ... thatās the worst Iāve slept in ages. ā
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Holding hands, being held, holding hands while being held....sleeping next to someone, waking up beside them, kissing them before and after sleep...brushing their hair out of their eyes, kissing their forehead and cheeks and mouth...i swear i just want the small things
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ šššš šš šš
ššš šššš. ā
privateĀ & highly selective &Ā slightlyĀ canon divergent dimitri alexandre blaiddyd. written by fawn.
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linhardt is ticklish only in a couple of places ( tummy and toes ) . if you wake him by tickling he will personally end you .
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starter for @restease !
all around him, the grass flowed like a sea of jade. even in such harsh times, the land still had its beauty, even amidst ruin. he was supposed to be starting a sketch for the day, but the breeze was so nice and the slightly clouded sun was so comforting that he just found himself lying there in contentment.
but not alone, evidently. somehow he had not noticed itāa concept not too hard to fathom, given how easily he got absorbed in thingsābut there near him a figure rested in the grass. his hair was a similar color to the landscape, just a bit darker, eyelashes fluttering with the implications of dozing off.
ā are you sure itās safe to nap out here, linhardt? not to say i blame you. it is an unusually beautiful day. ā
When Linhardt sleeps in the sun he burns. His skin is delicate, and doesn't take well to the smoldering heatāÆāÆāÆāÆāÆrosey and pink, perhaps enough so to peel and blister if he's really unfortunate. It's how he acquired his passion for napping beneath the trees, where the sun isn't nearly as much of an obstacle as it would be if he were to lay in the open.
There are many conditions he finds favorable when looking for a place to rest, no matter how talented he might be at falling asleep anywhere. The former , for one , grants him the luxury of dozing off to the sound of birds chirping, to the setting sun , to a cool breeze. There's no conflict , no war to keep his mind occupied.Ā
He simply closes his eyes and indulges in the violet sunspots beneath his eyes. IgnatzāÆāÆsomeone he never once imagined even talking toāÆāÆhappened to his private resting spot a ways from the monastery. It was a private nook that somehow went ignored by brigands, once a road utilized for trade that had been overgrown after five years of abandonment. ( There were other, wider roads, but this one here had a particularly large tree that supported his back quite nicely. )
Ā ā It is safe enough. ā He offers, not bothering to open his eyes. The crest scholar was in the early stages of slumber, fully conscious with his eyes closed, twitching at the sound of Ignatz's voice. He would stop talking, inevitably. Then he could rest.
Ā ā As nice as this ' admiring the day ' business is , I have an important date with a nap that I'd hate to miss.Ā ā
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iām gonna add this to my rules but:Ā if you ship byleth with any of the students, iām gonna ask you guys please tag it as ābyleth/student.āĀ it doesnāt matter whether its post-timeskip or post-series, iām still really not comfortable with those ships at all,Ā and seeing them squicks me out. i wonāt unfollow people for shipping it, because you can ship whatever you want, but please tag it if you can so i can blacklist it!!!
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Unrelated to literally anything ever but I refuse to ship Linhardt with Flayn because that support initiated my fight or flight response.
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// Who got anon hate about a semicolon because I want to piss on the anon. Frankly, if you use a heaping dose of semicolons and em dashes, I think youāre sexy as hell.
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seasonal aesthetics / repost, donāt reblog!
bold/italicize what applies to your muse.
šššššš. Ā Ā Ā a chill right down to the bones. Ā Ā tobogganing. Ā teeth chattering. sleeping all day. Ā sitting by the fireplace. Ā spending time with family. Ā layered clothing. Ā seeing anotherās breath. Ā loving the cold. Ā a state of inactivity. Ā cold hands. Ā blistering winds shaking the closed windows. Ā Ā a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. Ā Ā cable knit socks. Ā Ā a bitter remark. Ā a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. Ā Ā hating the cold. Ā full-length windows to peer out of. Ā Ā pale skin. Ā deep conversations. Ā watching the snow fall. Ā sharp edges. Ā hot cocoa. Ā Ā smelling every candle in the store. Ā a wild snow storm. Ā melancholy. Ā Ā lighting candles around the bathtub. Ā snow globes. Ā expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. Ā the softest of blankets. Ā liking, but not loving something or someone.
šššššš. Ā Ā the smell after it rains. Ā Ā being in control of yourself. Ā a soft breeze blowing your hair. Ā lightning when it strikes. Ā Ā cherry blossoms. Ā Ā bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. Ā paris in the spring. Ā birds chirping. Ā the art of growing. Ā a kiss on the cheek. Ā the clap of thunder. Ā Ā a tornado in the valley. Ā Ā smiling at a stranger. Ā planning. Ā saccharine pinks. making promises. Ā Ā trying something new. Ā Ā hugs when you need them most. Ā a bee sting. Ā sitting on the steps of the met. Ā Ā coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. Ā picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. Ā that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. Ā a long hike. Ā rushing when you can take your time. Ā going to the gym at ungodly hours. Ā excitement for whatās coming. Ā Ā becoming yourself. Ā rain boots.
šššššš. Ā Ā Ā lanterns lit around a campfire. Ā Ā seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. Ā Ā melting ice cream. Ā the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. Ā beach days. Ā the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. Ā Ā music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. Ā palms trees on sunset boulevard. Ā longer days and shorter nights. Ā wanderlust. Ā nights spent staring at the stars. Ā sand castles. Ā Ā road trips. blood orange sunsets. Ā leaving the laundry to hang outside. Ā flowers in bloom. Ā sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. Ā the street lights coming on. Ā the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. Ā loose clothing. Ā a cannonball into the pool. Ā sunflowers. Ā the hazy pink before dusk. Ā relaxation.
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ššš. Ā Ā Ā the leaves changing colors. Ā a heavy backpack. Ā the smell of old books.eating until youāre stuffed. Ā Ā deep, dark woods. Ā the silence in loudness. Ā abandoned houses. Ā ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. Ā feeling like youāve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. Ā Ā having endless amount of homework. Ā charcoal drawings. Ā screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. Ā pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. Ā accepting that some things do have to change. Ā museums. Ā small talk. being ignored. Ā procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. Ā baking pies. Ā the fear of walking alone in the dark. Ā feeling completely and terribly lost. Ā a twig snapping. Ā crisp, cool days. Ā belly laughter. Ā Ā converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. Ā a lonely day.
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Send āah, fuck itā to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss š
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