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un: taru | text I can't believe I'm popping your inbox cherry with this bullshit

[seemstressed]

_{[This might be a bit out there but Tataru's never been afraid of putting feelers out. Sylvain seems like the type of man who would be down for this sort of thing and the more time passes with little sign of Little Ladies' Day being celebrated Tataru finds herself more stressed. Is it something she should be worrying about right now? Maybe not, but it's proving to be a nice distraction and she has no chill. So, here we are.]}

Hullo Sylvain! It's me, Tataru. You remember me, correct? I've a question for you...how fond are you of womenfolk?

lmao bless

[crestfallenfor]

[Honestly - everyone needs distractions from time to time, so it won't be a surprise if he finds out that this is what that is.

As it is, though? The unprompted question does make him laugh, and he's quick to respond.]

Hello, Tataru. Of course I remember you~
Quite fond. Why do you ask?

Delivery... Sort of.

[bravelyathome]

[It's taken her time but she's been working so hard on recreating her story this month. She knows she's changed since things in this version simply because she can't remember every single bit word for word. However she's done her best to recreate it in a notebook but with a new chapter.

When Sylvain comes to his room he'll find it there on his pillow with a note and a little plush that he'll recognize as the protagonist's bug friend.]

I'm really sorry if things are too different. I did try really hard to recreate the one you know. But here it is. Please be gentle!

Anyway, just leave it where I can find it and I'll get it later so I can add more. If you like it. If you don't you can burn it. It deserves it if it's really bad.

Okay. That's it.

Oh! Please don't show anyone else! This is for your eyes only, Sylvain! Or...




Or else!

un: berniebear

[bravelyathome]

I LIVE WITH YOU TOO?????????


[That's probably too many question marks but she's in shock. She's still comprehending Edelgard wanting her to live with her! But Sylvain made it her home too? His space with him and Felix?

Really?

Her?

It can't be real. So...cue text screaming.]

un: gautier

[crestfallenfor]

[Berniebear... oh no, that's. Really cute.

Anyway. He can just hear her screaming through the text... or maybe that's just the general flustered distress through their Bond. Who could say.]

Well, yeah. There's a room you go to pretty often, and a space to sew, and you're over a lot, so... those might as well be officially your spaces, right?
I know you like having your own space, so if it's Bernie's Room and not Guest Room #3, then it'll always be there for you~

un: hector

[petcromancer]

[Hope you like Little Ladies Day shenanigans...]

greetings. Tataru directed me to you. does your house have a yard, and what range of animals will you allow in it? this is for the ladies holiday.
-Hector

[He's here in regards to potentially turning your yard into a petting zoo, sorry.]

un: gautier

[crestfallenfor]

[There is much love for Little Ladies' Day shenanigans...]

Hello!
We do indeed have a yard, and I'd allow whatever animals you'd like to bring, but...
It might be more responsible for me to say that I'll only allow whatever you can handle, haha~
What did you have in mind?
-Sylvain

[He's been keeping an eye on the post, since. Party at his place, and all, so he gets the gist of what's being asked, at least. Progress!]

Pranked!

[bravelyathome]

[So far none of them have had to deal with the psychological parts of Bernie's changes. Until now!

Sylvain's day will begin with a smooth rock that has a painted message on it: Turn me over for a nice surprise! When he does flip it over this is the message he'll see: You obeyed an order from a rock!

At least the second message has a cute smiling flower next to it!

The rest of the day, he will find that any book which has a book jacket is not the book he wants! Someone has switched all of the book jackets! All of the study books are now top shelf books! And all the top self books are now study books!

Sometimes he might get a bubble of joy from Bernie's bond. A sign that she's not far to see some of these but is quickly rushing away before she's called out.]

[crestfallenfor]

[Until now!

His day begins late - the full moons make him sleep in later than usual, and he's still somewhat groggy when he's hit with the first prank, so it takes him a second for it to set in...

At least when it does he can't help but laugh about it, pocketing the cute rock-prank-message for... what? Probably to use as a paperweight in the library, if Bernadetta doesn't steal it back from him. It's endearing, and he knows it'll make him think of her.

The rest of the day, though... The first few books he has to double check, between the cover and the contents before slipping the jacket off and setting both aside until they can be replaced with their proper matches. Sometimes it doesn't even really click until he feels the bubble of joy across the bond.

And once he realizes it's all the books...

Well, he takes that as a sign that he sure isn't getting any studying done today - not that it would have stuck especially well anyway, considering the toll the moons were having on him - and sets to reorganizing the library and setting everything straight.

And there's even only the tiniest thread of exasperation over his side of the bond, too. No anger, no annoyance, just... resigned acceptance.]

sometime after rugby happens

[loverboi]

hey it's lance
you got time to talk right now?

[crestfallenfor]

lance? hey.
sure i do, what's going on?

After midnight snuggle attack

[bravelyathome]

[There are some nights when being a hermit can just get especially lonely. And the best cure for that? Tea and a book! So Bernie's slipped from her bed to go and find a good book to read then to make some tea. Well, that's the plan.

Along the way she spots that a bedroom door is open a crack. Curiosity gets the best of her and her wings flutter some as she looks inside. Sure she knows it's Sylvain's room but that doesn't mean she's really looked inside that much!

Spying him rest on the bed, her cheeks color some. Because it's so improper! A young woman of purity should never look at a man like this! But here she is and... He looks so warm. And his chest looks comfy. And she's feeling so lonely but he makes her feel warm and safe and...

Before she's fully comprehended what she's doing, Bernadetta has slipped inside and is under the covers with Sylvain and has her face basically smooshed against his chest, wiggling a little to be comfy. A happy sigh leaves her then as she feels their connection. It hasn't dawned on her yet what she's done. Her mind is too busy being happy to feel no longer alone again.]

[crestfallenfor]

[It had been one of those nights - one where Sylvain didn't stay up studying to the small hours of the morning, and had, in fact, been tired enough that he hadn't managed to close his door all the way.

Somehow, he'd managed to undress for bed, but that's likely due more to muscle memory than anything else.

Even so, it's still a surprise to feel someone climbing into bed with him, curling against his side, so he wakes up just enough to look down, to see it's Bernadetta, looking...

Well, looking happy. And comfortable. That immediately eases any concern he'd felt about her climbing into bed with him - she just wanted to do this, she wasn't spooked by anything, she wasn't looking for protection - so he shifts just enough to accommodate her and still be comfortable, wrapping an arm around her securely.]

Night, Bernie...

afternoon, after memshare

[loverboi]

hey man
are you free?

[crestfallenfor]

hey
i can be, what's going on?

[He's literally just in the library, lance, it's... fine...]

un: Dimitri

[boarddyd]

Good morning, Sylvain.

Are you well?

[crestfallenfor]

Good morning, Dimitri~ :)

I am well, are you?

[finesseblade]

[ There's a gift left gracelessly on the floor outside Sylvain's bedroom, and, hell, odds are good he'll probably trip over it before he sees it. But it's wrapped carefully in silk and tied off with crimson ribbon, which unraveled will reveal an elegantly carved mahogany case with an equally embellished chess set inside.

The pieces are wood rather than any kind of metal, obviously, so no one dies from a quick board game. ]

Sylvain,

Turns out, it's your birthday. The goblin who sold me this claims the pieces are enchanted—they move, and cycle minutes amount of magic when you touch them. Supposedly this is a popular set with some witches at the Coven. Helps settle the mind on a new moon, or so he claimed.

It sounds like rubbish to me, but perhaps you'll find some use in this all the same.

- Felix

[bravelyathome]

[She would have made sure that Sylvain had this first waking up but she, well, was cuddling while they slept last night. So that means she's needed to go get the present the next morning.

Honestly he can feel how nervous she is long before she flies to the library where he is. With a deep breath, she lands in front of him and then shoves a beautifully wrapped box onto his lap.]

H-HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[Shuffling back, her wings and antennae twitch nervously as she waits to see if he'll even like what she got him.

Inside the package is a leather bound book. It's a spin off story of her new knight character that's been appearing in her story lately. Under it is a stunning embroidered outfit for him to wear, perfectly tailored to him and certainly more than worthy of a handsome noble wearing it.

And under all of that? Another small package with a little note.]

To help you keep cool!

[In the little package is this handcrafted necklace. By the time he reaches the last part she looks fit to pass out from trying to be brave enough to stay and watch him look through everything rather than running away. Or flying. Which is usually how she travels these days.]

[loverboi]

[ in the afternoon of sylvain's birthday, there will be a knock on the door to the blue lions mansion. there will be nobody at the door; just a gift in black wrapping paper and a red ribbon. there's a tag on it that's addressed to sylvain from lance, and should he open it, he'll be met with a wooden box.

inside of the box is an assortment of teas. they're more herbal than fruity, because lance thinks that's the kind of tea sylvain likes. inside of the box is a folded piece of paper with a handwritten note. ]

Hey buddy!

Thanks for being a great trainer and an awesome friend. I don't even know where to begin with how much you've helped me out since I got here. Thought this box of tea would bring back some fun memories. Hope you like it! Happy Birthday!

- Lance

6/5 | Package + Note

[bergamotrose]

[Sometime in the evening, when Sylvain is preparing to go to bed, he will find a crisp and simply wrapped package resting on the pillow of his bed with a note neatly tucked into the twine holding it together. How or when it got there, none could say-- but, hobbies within the Liecester Alliance were clearly more expansive than the tawdry tricks of poisoning and espionage.

Inside the package was a leather bound notebook with clean, pressed papers and a distinct scent of pinewood clinging to the leaves within the folio. Along it's side was a traditional styled ink pen, ink well, and a small vial of ink. Additionally, lying neatly atop the folio was a small satchel that, when sniffed, clearly exuded the distinct aroma of Bergamot with a certain something else that was warm and floral.

The Note:]

Sylvain,

If my calculations regarding the calendars from both Aefenglom and Fodlan are correct-- which they surely are-- then a sincerest Happy Birthday is in order.

Please accept this simple token. The empty pages can help you clear your mind on sleepless night, when the moons are dark yet still pull upon your soul with the ebb and flow of an ocean's tide. It is a humble offering. Please, enjoy these tokens as you will.

My ear is your's to borrow if you need it. Do not worry about the time of day.

Rest well tonight.

Sincerely,

LHG.

the 5th

[boarddyd]

Sylvain, are you alone tonight?

I hope not.

It's too bright of an evening for you, of all people, to be by yourself.

[crestfallenfor]

I am not, though...

I am also not with anyone terribly important.

Are you alone? Would you like some company?

forward dated to the July event!

[marmoron]

[ It's like a scene ripped right out of hell when the swarm of summer pixies swoop through the sky, cackling and chittering amongst themselves in an unrecognizable language and the arid air around them crackles into flames. The fires are bad enough in the heart of Haven, but just a little beyond the inner sanctum of the city where houses aren't made of brick and stone, but wood and straw, everything is a potential hazard.

Though Keith had primarily been patrolling the streets for any wayward pixies, when he spots a house burning in the distance, despite the heat he feels his blood turn to ice. Instinctively, he starts to run towards it. Pushing his way through a small group of horrified onlookers, it's readily surmisable that a young chimera is still trapped inside.

That's just about all the information Keith needs to decide to rush inside the burning house. What else is he supposed to do? Let someone burn to death? But the air inside the house is thick with grey smoke and flames have started burning up just about anything flammable. Keith coughs, eyes starting to sting as he makes his way through what was once a living room and kicks down the first door he sees. ]

Hello?

[ Coughing again, he covers his nose and mouth with his shirt sleeve. The heat inside the house is suffocating, and there are already beads of sweat forming on his brow. Luckily, he spots the chimera child, but she's unconscious and stuck under a beam that's fallen from the ceiling. Too flushed with adrenaline to care or notice getting burned, Keith grabs the beam and starts trying to lift it up. ]

Is anyone out there?! Could use some help!

[crestfallenfor]

[The heat was stifling in the city, and the fires only made everything so much worse. There was the inherent danger, of course, but also the potential loss of knowledge, if they got into and ate up any personal libraries, there was the subtler danger of monsters whose instinct would override reason at the sight, smell, sound of flame and cause them to lash out or bolt.

There were those who would run into burning buildings without a thought.

Unfortunately, a house burning isn't an unusual sight, lately. Neither is seeing a small gaggle of people watching it burn. What is unusual is hearing the chatter of someone - one of those idiot mirrorbound - running in. Foolish. Should just wait for the fire brigade, or a witch specializing in water magics.

All of them overworked. All of them unlikely to arrive before it's too late.

Sylvain waits a few minutes to see if anyone will emerge from the flames before pushing through the small assembled crowd and running in himself at hearing a difficult to make out shout from inside - presumably for help.

It's hot. Oppressively so, but he's lucky enough that his study has given him just enough control over extant flame to keep it off him. He can't say the same for whoever else is trapped in here, though, so he keeps an eye out for whoever had come in before him - and why they'd come in.

Keith. Keith who is burning, and an unconscious child trapped under a beam.]

Goddess... Keith, you idiot.

[Pot, kettle.

Regardless, he does shoot a healing spell his way to help with the burns before kneeling on the floor next to the child, bracing his shoulder against the beam. If Keith can lift it just enough while he shoves it, he should be able to pull her out...

And then they'll have to get out, themselves.

One thing at a time.]

Try lifting it again.

7/21

[kingofunification]

A little birdy told me that you managed to survive a wild boar attack.

after feral linguine sometime

[finesseblade]

How badly did he hurt you?

[ And don't try to tell him 'it's fine.' He smelled Sylvain's blood, matted and dried in the Boar's fur. He knows. ]

[boarddyd]

[Dimitri has walked this path before - wood creaking beneath his weight, more lumbering now in his beastliness. No matter how intent on posture he is, there's a persistent hunch to his shoulders. The smiles he gives to passing witches are thin lipped, hardly the polite acknowledgement he tries to convey.

It would be best if he didn't come, a dangerous monster treading halls lined with the weak and weary. The scent of blood sometimes attractive, sometimes putrid. But he must be here.

He must see Sylvain - awake and alive and surely disappointed.

If he's to be banished, he'll accept. Though there's some small hope that Sylvain will help - will bond as he'd offered - to avoid anyone else being hurt like those he'd attacked that night.

Tail between his legs, Dimitri slips into Sylvain's room. Sees, for the first time in a month, his friend upright and alive.]

Ah. You're awake.

I'm glad. [Stilted. He remains in the doorway, awaiting permission to enter... or dimissal.]

[crestfallenfor]

[It's been odd, spending time here, in the infirmary. Everything is too stark, too sterile, not at all like Manuela's office at Garreg Mach or the healers' tents during the war. The scent of death and sickness clings to the walls, and if it weren't for how insistent the healers were on him staying just a little longer, he'd be in his own bed, working on healing his own wounds.

That latter point is likely why they insisted he stay. There's only so far that blood could be used as material for such a wound, and it needed considerable energy and magic, besides.

Still, it's something of a surprise when he hears he has a visitor - and even more of a surprise to see who it is - and he can't help but be relieved to see him... even if he does look particularly recalcitrant.

(It's endearing, in it's own way, even if Felix would yell at him for that thought if he knew.)]

Dimitri! Come in.

[He even offers him as bright a smile as he can muster, through the lingering exhaustion.]