#﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / HIGH PRIESTESS BY FIRE WAS BAPTISED ‣ celica .

[wolfhednn]

STAINED GLASS. — メ

          fhirdiad castle was a place of memories. grey-speckled walls of cream alabaster conjure years not long ago in time but an epoch away in experience, with a squire’s sword buckled to his hip and arms often full of supplies or other errand-trinkets. the knight he had served under had been a cowardly fool, and the work had been hard, but he recognizes now what he had taken for granted then: a paradise, free from his father’s strict eye, off duty hours spent sneaking the city streets with those he’d called friends, his brother a constant presence.

          ❝ if the boar has been captured by the enemy, getting him back won’t be easy. ❞ now these oft-walked floors are carved in lights of aberrant blue, the prestigious dining hall wherein he’d shared many meals, both formal and informal, as a child a wreckage of blood and broken glass, overturned tables draped in slow-drifting dark miasma.

                    he might even say it’s symbolic.

          a couple of other pairs have already branched off into the castle’s depths, and he can only hope they know where they’re going. calmly, he looks over to celica with steel and quiet fortitude, one hand coming to rest on the trusted hilt of his blade. at his other hip, his levin sword has also inexplicably returned — a familiar comfort he won’t question. he is as keen to find dimitri ( and perhaps anything else that awaits them here ) as the rest of their teammates, but it’s clear that cornelia has wrested full control of the castle from the inside, and that they had been brought — or lured — here for this. they’re stepping willingly into a giant trap. running in heedlessly wouldn’t save anyone.

          ❝ he’s likely being held in the dungeons. or perhaps the throne room, if they intend to make a show of him. ❞

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[wolfhednn]

FURTIFICUS. — メ

          it was hard to believe that none of his recent assignments to kitchen duty have been... normal, lately. first, there had been the strange incident with the crabs managing to get free, and now the appearance of unlikely poultry thieves have delayed the dinner menu. hand on one hip, he surveys the damage — seemingly unnoticeable at first: nothing looks out of place on the assembly line of slaughtered hens suspended from hooks, and the few empty ones at the end could feasibly be nothing more than just that. however... steely eyes pan down to the crinkle of parchment in his hand. 45 freshly slaughtered pheasants. and he’d come back to a count of thirty-nine.

          if you asked him, it wasn’t a big deal. maybe a few latecomers wouldn’t get pheasant and eggs tonight; the consequences weren’t dire. at least, they wouldn’t be, if not for the head of kitchen staff being still furious after the crabs last week. at least one person’s job would be on the line if they didn’t manage to track down the thieves and reclaim the stolen birds. it’s an absurd enough mission on its own, but made worse by one of the servant’s testimonies when he had been sweeping the dining hall earlier in the afternoon.

          cats, he’d claimed. almost a half-dozen of them of various patterns, sneaking in and dragging out the newly-bought pheasants. it’d been seamless and silent, as if it were a planned attack. he’d only arrived on the scene to see the last of their tails vanishing around the doorway, and hadn’t known what to do.

          just recalling the tale makes his eyes squeeze shut, fingertips rubbing firmly where brow pinches. ridiculous. had things been this chaotic before? but it’s all they have to go on, and if his explosive reaction was any indication, the head of staff wasn’t interested in hearing excuses. as if on cue, footsteps approach from the doorway, and he turns, nodding at the familiar sight of tangerine and self-possession. ❝ hm, good timing. ❞ the parchment passes hands into celica’s with little in the way of explanation, only a jerk of his head towards the empty poultry hooks as though expecting her to put two and two together from the writing. ❝ we’re going to have to search for some cats. believe it or not, they’re apparently the ones responsible. ❞

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[wolfhednn]

          ❝ there you are. ❞ summer in the southern provinces of faerghus had never been enjoyable for him. but now, under the glare of a cloudless blue, this piercing courtyard sun feels even more intrusive, its unobstructed brilliance sharpening the dusty ground, the yellow-green of the scattered trees, into daggers in his eye sockets. right hand shading the top half of his face, he closes the distance to the peach-haired figure looking anomalous in the new kingdom vestments they’d all been loaned.

          he’s glad she’s standing under shade, the welcome reprieve allowing him to drop his arm and stop squinting against the light.

          now that he’s found who he was searching for, however, the words he’d assumed would accompany his thoughts die before they can be actualized. similar bouts of distraction have plagued him since the day before, when they had all been brought inside the dingy compound. it almost makes him prefer the spartan struggle of their previous days over this new aberrant vision. they had been brought here by future kingdom soldiers. ( by someone who wore his skin and name. felix hugo fraldarius. how could there be another when he stands here on in his own flesh? ) 

          ❝ i was looking for you, ❞ he finally starts instead, at least to get her attention. ❝ there’s something i want to ask. ❞

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#celestialbloom #﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / CELICA MINI ∶ 001 . #﹙ ˙ ˖ × ﹚ + / HIGH PRIESTESS BY FIRE WAS BAPTISED ‣ celica . #this took me a damn age but here we go #just a short little thing