#areadri

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // byleth  sighed  and  pressed  her  head  against  her  window  pane.  allowing  the  glass  to  soothe  the  pounding  in  her  head  ,  and  cool  the  heat  of  inflamed  cheek  and  skin.  eyes  scoured  the  distant  horizon  ,  past  the  telephone  wires  and  midnight  clouds.               the  more  she  thought  about  it  ,  the  more  byleth  wasn’t  entirely  certain  how  she  had  returned  here.  somehow  ,  more  than  ever  ,  her  memories  were  a blur.  she  remembered  descending  into  the  mists.  then  —  (  scraping  her  voice  raw  /  a  mirror  of  her  own  body  falling  limp  /  it  had  been  agony  to  look  in  the  mirror  ,  after  all.  )  byleth  closed  her  eyes  and  frowned.  dug  nails  into  skin.  turned  her  sight  to  the  city  streets  instead.              streetlights  tempered  the  trees  and  their  long  shadows.  though  for  all  their  unnatural  light  ,  they  held  not  a  candle  to  a  familiar  amber  glow  in  the  distant  dark.

         byleth  squinted  at  the  sight.        —  ...  areadbhar?          breath  hitched.  fighting  back  the  new  wave  of  memories  that  crashed  all  around  ,  she  stood.  then  ,  she  was  throwing  her  coat  over  her  shoulders  ,  descending  down  the  steps  in  a  rush  of  pitter-patter  feet.  out  the  door  and  through  the  gate  ;  ignoring  the  bite  of  pavement  against  her  heel  until  the  sight  of  her  house  leader  froze  byleth’s  step  entirely.           ...  he’d  been  there  too  ,  hadn’t  he?  in  the  mists?  —  no.  no  ,  not  him.  merely  a  dream  she’d  conjured  in  her  weakness.           byleth  dared  a  step.  then  another.

          somehow  she’d  thought  —  that  it  might  be  more  difficult  to  find...

        “...  you.”

@areadri​​ / wakey wakey angst and bakey

[fatalmenace]

continued from [ ! ] - @areadri

This one's merciless as she's not a customer of dying but she will try to survive this one out. Dimitri is pretty good with the spear as she will give him that.

It was wise indeed to choose Athame than everything when the 'stars' giving away free stuff but her focus is on him in a defensive. Whatever attack he did, she narrowly dodged but left a cut on a shoulder.

"Did mentioning her name really agitates you? Wish Thales should have expanded his tasks not only at Adrestia but to Faerghus as well." Maybe Thales had never thought of that but who cares, he asked for a fight and she'll give it to him.

Idly standing but she's waiting for his next move that will hit him.

[heclingmuzik]

@areadri

She's still, doesn't move an inch. She's been on her knees, hunched over completely to where her forehead presses against the cold kitchen tile. Bloodied fingers are through short brown hair and she grips tightly. She refuses to look up. She REFUSES because she knows they'll still be standing right there.

"Please..." She says, voice weak and filled with exhaustion. "I'm so tired."

Just....what more do you want from me?

She knows Yamazaki stands over her with his shit-eating grin and she knows her 'counterpart' stands on the opposite side.

And....

Ismael hears footsteps. Heavy boots and they don't sound familiar. Her body VISIBLY tenses. Ismael is quick, but she might not even be quick enough. Regardless, she's grabbed a knife and she THROWS it at the source, only missing by a hair.

"...!" And when her eyes focuses on JUST who stumbled into her tornado-mess of a house she starts to feel the stinging of tears threatening to come again.

Where's Byleth?"

She wants to ask, but her words are choked by a held-back, strangled sob.

[fatalmenace]

Oh, a spear. Just like the academy days but it's Areadbhar. She drew out Athame just to block it out way. Both weapons collide but none of it hits while it grazes on each other and escapes in a distance.

"So this is how the Faerghus King fights. Not bad~" Clapping while Athame is still on hand.

TIGHTENING HIS GRIP ON AREADBHAR, dimitri wastes little time with his approach, his weapon crackling to life with power... or what little it had retained. no matter--- he need only drive it through her heart once.

[shadowflashing]

            HONESTLY... ?   She has no idea where she’s ended up. All she knows is that it’s extremely dense. Forest, trees, mist— you name it, it’s obscuring her vision. And her sense of direction was already shaky at best. 

        ❛   If I’m remembering right, I came from... that way. … Or was it that way ?  … No, it’s gotta be that way. … … Except... I don’t know that rock. I’d definitely remember that rock. … Hm. … I’m not lost. I’m not !  It’ll come to me any second.   ❜

            A monologue for no one in particular— hell, it wasn’t even helping herself. This is usually the part where Arval would mouth off about how their way was the right way, and she’d fire back that she should at least get to pick the direction in which destiny took them. But Arval wasn’t here, and the only thing that could pad the silence was... well, her. She loses track of how long she stands like that, stiff as a board and hands on her hips, surveying her surroundings as if she had any clue what she was looking for. 

            The only thing more still than her would be the guy she’d mistook for a boulder this entire time, a realization that had her rearing back in surprise with a none-too-gracious cry. Cry was probably too generous for that kind of pathetic yelp.  ❛   Oh— ha— !  I didn’t even see you. You lost ?  I mean, I’m not, but you looked like you might be. Lost, I mean.   ❜  … There’s something nagging at her. It’s hard to say, but... there’s something vaguely familiar about him... 

@areadri​​  ———   s.c. !

[demoniomano]

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She had never been into Yesteryear but there is Dimitri after the recent eclipse has appeared. He seemed to enjoy the place than being at Cotes where it landed on several people that came in Spirale recently. He was one of them. 

​“Dimitri?” She only called his name, probably she had some questions had to come out of her head. The current is how long had he been here?

“You used to be here? I wanted to know.” That alone, wanting it to hear it from him.

[isolaradiale]

my reserve has long since expired but if i'm able, i'd love to app dimitri alexandre blaiddyd from fire emblem! his app can be found under /A or through navigation

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Dimitri!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 205.

You'll retain everything you were given previously.

-- mod altair.

[fellstcr]

⚔️ //  the  sword  of  the  creator  glowed  like  embers  alight  as  byleth  cut  down  one  foe  and  plunged  the  sacred  blade  through  the  chest  of  another.  they  were  GROTESQUE  ,   monstrous  creatures  a  mix  of   humanoid  and  twisting  foliage.  none  of  which  quite  acted  or  moved  on  their  own.  like  PUPPETS  on  a  string  ,  the  spriggan’s  movements  were  jagged  and  erratic.  easily  defeated  ...  were  it  not  for  the  sheer  scale  of  their  forces. 

             byleth  dispatched  of  another  creature  and  growled  ,  frustrated  ,  as  another  took  its  place.  her  footsteps  danced  backwards  across  the  dilapidated  castle  floors  ,  retreating  towards  her  house  leader  ,  who  was  similarly  occupied.  in  the  distance  ,  a  LOOMING  SHADOW  wove  between  the  ruined  castle  pillars.  enemy  commander.  but  as  byleth  turned  her  head  to  inform  her  ally  ,  she  found  only  him  surrounded  by  the  viney  wraiths.  one  was  closing  in  from  behind  ,  and  the  other  ...               the  spriggan’s  arm  extended  into  a  thorny  mass  of  razor-sharp  branches  and  clay.  its  body  coiled.  dimitri  roared  and  raised  his  lance.                      it  speared  through  dimitri’s  chest  first.

                                                    (  a  familiar  COLD  froze  byleth’s  veins. )

            were  time  a  tapestry  ,   then  it  was  the  will  of  the  goddess  that  tended  the  loom.  and  so  ,  like  so  many  times  before  ,  byleth  reached  out  and  unraveled  the  thread.             ethereal  flames  engulfed  her  sword’s  jagged  edges  ,  glowing  amber  and  gold  as  the  fight  played  out  once  more.  she  dodged  the  strike  of  an  incoming  attack.  spun  between  the  bodies  and  cast  divine  light  upon  their  enemies.  cried  out  as  the  monster  coiled  backwards  to  strike  at  her  student  once  more  ,  and  cast  forth  the  sublime  rage  of  the  heavens.  this  time  ,  her  sword  struck  first  ,   striking  the  light of  the  creature’s  pulsating  heart.  like  the  others  ,  it  crumpled  to  the  ground  with  a  clatter.

            “pull  back.”  byleth  ordered  ,  ducking  underneath  the  swing  of  dimitri’s  lance  only  to  knock  back  the  second  spriggan  that  dared  to  take  target  of  the  prince’s  back.  “they  have  a  leader  ,  but  i’ve  lost  his  position.”  FOOTSTEPS  THUNDERED  ,  and  byleth  swung  back  around  ,  positioning  HERSELF  between  dimitri  and  the  oncoming  onslaught. 

            “we  need  to  reorient  ;  find  higher  ground.”

@areadri​ / —  DOWN YOU GO .

[fellstcr]

    ||. the biggest lie here is that byleth is her own biggest fan  //shot

[fellstcr]

@areadri replied to your post “              go back to the mistwoods”:

THE AUDACITY

      now okay look, listen here — let this be a lesson  !                 hypocrisy is only okay when you stuff the guilt of it                 u already feel going into it...  into a bottle —                  and then leave it there. :)                 to rot !! :D 

[fellstcr]

⚔️ //  even  with  the  familiar  sight  of  pew  and  pulpit  ,  and  the  stain  of  color  cast  upon  marbled  floors  ,  onoma’s  hallowed  abode  was  not  a  home  to  byleth.  nor  the  power  that  dwelled  within.  even  so  ,  when  all  else  failed  ,  she  was  drawn  back  to  the  familiar  ,  and  found  herself  first  sat  in  the  back-most  pew.  then  set  to  pacing  restlessly  along  the  shadows  of  the  church  as  parishioners  filed  out.  she  was  stilled  only  by  the  looming  presence  of  someone  new  who  dared  draw  close.  only  to  turn  and  find  a  lingering  stranger.

         (  a  spark  of  relief  ignited  within  ,  but  doubt  took  hold  in  the  end.  )

           “...  it’s  late.  “  she  said  ,  as  though  the  wee  hours  did  not  apply  to  herself.  tilting  her  head  ,  byleth  turned  to  face  him.  “have  you  come  to  shed  burden  in  these  holy  halls?”

@areadri​ / let the delicious irony commence .

[fellstcr]

            affectionate gestures / @areadri​ / SUSP.       ↳ [ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder / [ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

⚔️ //  there  was  a  knot  in  her  chest  where  tension  lingered.  even  now  ,  there  was  a  wariness  that  loomed  over  the  shoulder  ;  a  riptide  current  where  relief  and  vigilance  crashed  upon  one  another  in  equal  measure.

           for  so  long  now  ,  she  had  held  on  to  hope  that  she  would  find  the  pieces  of  himself  that  dimitri  had  buried.  now  here  they  stood  ,  those  broken  pieces  finally  unearthed.  they  were  scattered  still  ,  but  with  time  and  patience  ,  byleth  knew  they  would  become  ready  to  truly  mend.  only  ,  byleth  ,  an  ever  silent  observer  ,  watched  dimitri  carefully  from ��her  perch  with  every  anticipation  that  she  might  lose  sight  of  those  pieces  all  over  again. 

           so  when  her  house  leader  came  to  her  with  upturned  hands  and  not  an  ounce  of  pretense  to  it  ,  byleth  found  herself  not  sure  what  to  think.

           but  as  ever  ,  she  made  room  for  him.

            when  he  settled  beside  her  ,  his  weight  shifted  the  balance  of  her  lonely  seat.  his  presence  was  a  foreign  ,  looming  thing.  byleth  cast  her  sight  out  her  window  once  more.  funny  ,  how  even  now  ,  words  were  not  a  necessary  price  to  pay  when  in  his  company.  he  did  not  press  her  for  them.  and  so  the  two  fell  into  a  long  silence  broken  only  by  morning  birdsong. 

            it  was  not  a  comfortable  silence.  but  it  was  not  an  uncompanionable  one  ,  either.  simply  ...  uncertain.  as  though  ,  maybe  ,  he  too  felt  his  feet  upon  a  precipice.  as  if  the  space  between  what  used  to  be  ,  what  was  and  what  was  yet  to  come  was  an  unfathomable  distance.  as  though  the  bond  they  shared  stretched  across  it  ,  having  bent  in  the  wind  and  the  sleet  ,  and  rain  like  an  old  bridge  spanning  the  precipice’s  edge.            it  had  persevered  thus  far.            now  ,  they  stood  upon  either  side  of  it.  all  they  had  yet  to  do  was  brave  it.  but  would  it  be  strong  enough?  would  it  repair  enough?  and  what  if  it  wasn’t?  what  if  it  didn’t?  what  would  catch  them?  what  could  catch  her?

             the  weight  of  dimitri’s  palm  upon  her  shoulder  was  enough  to  still  the  endless  spinning  of  mind  ,  and  mindless  thought.  air  cut  through  chest  and  lung.  when  byleth  turned  halfway  towards  her  pupil  ,  she  tilted  her  head  upright  to  meet  his  gaze  ,  only  then  to  shy  from  it.  uncertain  ,  too  ,  whether  he  reached  for  her  for  her  sake  ,  or  his  own.  but  it  mattered  not  if  by  some  small  miracle  he  reached  his  hand  to  hers  for  a  modicum  of  comfort  ,  or  if  by  some  grander  miracle  ,  had  peered  through  to  the  storm  that  raged.               either  way  ,  her  shoulders  fell  ,  and  dimitri  soon  laid  his  head  to  rest  upon  it.  his  breath  fanned  over  her  sleeve  ,  carrying  a  deep  sigh  along  with  it.  one  that  held  the  weight  of  worlds  within  it  ,  and  all  the  stones  he  carried  in  his  pockets  ,  and  all  of  the  thorns  that  laced  his  brow  like  a  crown.

            byleth  turned  from  the  glass  panes  fully  then  ,  freeing  her  sight  from  the  sky  above where  only  stars  could  shine.  (  and  ,  too  ,  the  dark  and  bottomless  ravine  that  made  home  in  her  chest.  )  carefully  ,  she  reached  out  her  hand  and  threaded  fingers  through  the  hairs  at  the  nape  of  dimitri’s  neck.  quietly  ,  she  laid  her  cheek  against  the  crown  of  his  head  and  carefully  ,  carefully  ,  settled  there.  she  carded  through  messy  strands  of  blond.  the  pads  of  her  fingertips  tread  slow  circles  at  the  back  of  his  head.

            he  traveled  a  long  ,  hard  road  ,  and  still  had  a  winding  path  to  follow.              in  truth  ,  so  did  she.

            but  maybe  ,  if  they  took  the  first  step  together  ,  at  least  braving  this  bridge  wouldn’t  prove  so  uncertain  ,  in  time.

[fellstcr]

@areadri replied to your post “.... does she give him detention or a gold star...”:

neither, you simply accept that i will attempt a murder either way

is it too early to take another 5 year hibernation

[fellstcr]

FIRE EMBLEM 3 HOUSES /  @areadri​​  /  SUSP.         ↳  “  i do not desire your gratitude  ”

⚔️ //  “... no...  i  had  suspected  you wouldn’t.”  byleth  sighed.  her  grip  tightened  on  the  hem  of  the  cloak  draped  over  her  shoulders.  the  black  and  white  furs  smelled  of  rain  and  dirt  and  musk.  its  weight  was  a  reassuring  pressure.  (  if  she  dared  let  her  mind  venture  ,  it  was  almost  like  an  embrace  —  ...  one  she  wouldn’t  soon  receive.  )

            but  no  matter  how  long  she  endeavored  to  hold  on  to  his  cloak  ,  byleth  knew  she  would  be  unable  to  keep  dimitri’s  company  forever.  slowly  -  reluctantly  -  she  shrugged  the  cloak  from  her  shoulders and  offered  it  back  to  its  rightful  owner.

           “and  yet  ...  for  all  my  foolishness ,  i’d  have  been  much  worse  for  wear  had  you  not  looked  out  for  me.”  she  continued  ,  “it  is  for  that  small  kindness  that  i  thank  you.”

       and  for  proving  to  me  once  more  ....                                        ....  that  there  is  good  within  you  yet.

[heclingmuzik]

❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

"Or, ORRRR!" Hands are raised, the palms of her hands facing Dimitri, "Hear me out," She breathes and lowers her hands, crouching back down to grab her first aids, "I stay and I help you patch that up." It's already getting to her. The thought of cleaning someone else's injuries to patch them. She'll see blood, BUT what better way to work through ones fear than to face them? Besides, she knows he's injured. WHAT good would she be if she just walked away? Would he even go to a hospital.

"Let me help you, man."