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Edelgard von Hresvelg
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Edelgard von Hresvelg RP Account. Mun: NekoMoni SFW and NSFW friendly Only 18+ Multiship pfp by Kenjilow1990 on twitter
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"When humanity stands strong and people reach out for each other...there's no need for gods."

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Her eyes lit up, the tone unconsciously softer.
“Yes… especially the cats. When you offer them fresh fish, they purr so sweetly in approval. They’re… quite graciously cute.”
She caught herself, clearing her throat.
“…Ah, my apologies. That may have been too much.”
“Do you also like the cats and dogs around the monastery, Edelgard?
That said, I may need to start rationing his coffee. No one should be this energized at 9 PM.
That answer.
She can’t.
She absolutely can’t
Can not.
The diva is now nearly doubled over, shaking with laughter.
Either Hubert’s invented a new training regimen, found a novel way to irritate Ferdinand, or he’s somehow letting us know it’s precisely 9 PM again.
Either Hubert’s invented a new training regimen, found a novel way to irritate Ferdinand, or he’s somehow letting us know it’s precisely 9 PM again.
“You think so? I just wouldn’t want anyone thinking I could be swayed by something cute in serious moments…”
She hesitated, then added softly:
“That said… Professor, how do you feel about cats?”
“Don’t be sorry. I don’t think it is wrong to react so strongly at cute things.”

Granted, Byleth didn’t react strongly to… anything. She couldn’t understand how others colored their lives with all sorts of emotions, whereas she was just living in a gray world.

But she did like seeing others smile.
Her eyes lit up despite herself. “Ah - yes, I saw them. Some with ribbons, others in armor… there was even one in a little apron. How can someone make something this adorable?!”
Realizing her tone, she cleared her throat.
“…Ahem. Forgive me. That was unbecoming of me.”
“Hmm… I still like rabbits most. But bears also look cute.”

Byleth ventured to take a cucumber sandwich from the tiered tray.

“You said you liked teddy bears, right? Have you seen the ones at the market? Those look very fluffy and soft, even if they’re supposed to be wearing armor.”
She spoke with care, as if weighing her words.
“Would a rabbit still bring you the most joy… or is there another creature that’s stolen your favor?”
“You’re not being too forward.”

A new stuffed toy… how it would feel like, to once again have something cuddly and soft to hold at night?

“I think I’d like it,” she said. “It wouldn’t have to be a rabbit again. Any cute one would do! All of the stuffed toys the merchants sell here are so nice…”
She looked down at her tea, voice soft. “My teacher… forgive me if it’s too forward, but… do you think a new stuffed animal might bring you some happiness?”
Something seemed to be on her mind.
Bunnie had been a brown rabbit toy. Her eyes were made of fraying black thread and one ear was a little bigger than the other. And her smile wasn't symmetrical, giving her a permanent smirk.

But Byleth had thought it was the cutest thing she could get to having a real pet rabbit out on the road.
Her cheeks flushed at the word “cute.” “M-My teacher… that’s hardly something I often hear.”
She composed herself, then blinked at the story.
“…I see. A tragic, but understandable conclusion for a child. Do you still like stuffed toys?” She asked, taking a sip of her tea.
Byleth rose her eyebrows the slightest bit. Was she surprised? Amused? It was hard to gauge with her muted expressions.

"That's very cute... It suits you."

She took a sip of her tea.

"Jeralt once gave me a stuffed toy. I hugged it until it fell apart. I... thought it died. So I buried it."
She tensed slightly, caught off guard. “A gift wasn’t necessary… I didn’t expect anything at all.”
After a pause, she looked away, voice quieter. “But… I suppose I’ve always had a soft spot for teddy bears.”
“I haven’t been able to invite everybody over for tea. But I did give some of them flowers to mark the ocassion.”

She still had some flowers, but she figured the cakes and tea would be a nicer gift. You can’t eat most decorative flowers, after all.

“What kind of gift would you prefer, Edelgard?”
She shook her head softly. “Not at all, it was thoughtful of you. Though… does this mean every student gets birthday tea? That sounds rather time-consuming.”
"Yes. We professors get a list of everybody's birthdays. I thought it'd be nice to celebrate," Byleth replied, glad to see that she seemed to enjoy the tea. "Was that... too forward of me?"

Byleth was still not quite used to being around others close in age. But so far, she had managed.
She blinked, pleasantly surprised. “You remembered? Did someone mention it?”
She sipped the tea, the citrus notes drawing a soft hum from her.
“…Thank you, Professor. I’m truly grateful for your kindness.”
“I hope you like the tea I chose.”

For this ocassion, she had chosen a fragrant bergamot tea. It’s citric notes perfumed the gazebo.
"You're so desperate for someone to blame, you'd name me for a massacre I was barely old enough to comprehend. Believe what you like, Dimitri. But don’t mistake your delusions for fate."
She blinked at the note, then made her way without delay. Taking a seat at the gazebo, she met Byleth’s eyes calmly.
“An unexpected gesture, Professor. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
After slipping the teatime invitation under her dorm door, Byleth went to the gazebo to prepare. She read a book on displaying teatime treats on a tiered tray and wanted to try it. Once fruit sandwiches, scones and cream pastries were in place, she steeped fragrant tea for
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"You cling to Duscur like a shield and a sword, wielding it against everyone but the ones truly responsible. I will not let you twist history to suit your grief. If you came here to shout at ghosts, then do so alone. I have no patience for a king who mistakes vengeance for justice."
- If you cannot see beyond the flames, then perhaps it is not I who am blind but you, still clinging to ghosts while I forge something real from the ashes."
"And you speak of remorse as if drowning in it has ever stopped a blade. I do not revel in bloodshed, Dimitri, but I do not flinch from it either, not when the future demands it. -
"And you speak of remorse as if drowning in it has ever stopped a blade. I do not revel in bloodshed, Dimitri, but I do not flinch from it either, not when the future demands it. -
“Oh, I never assumed you were serious. The day you offer genuine solutions instead of pastry metaphors is the day I might mistake you for an actual ruler rather than a jester in mourning attire.”
“Ah, so now you're offering foreign policy advice through baked goods. Truly, Dimitri, your diplomacy is as soft as a day-old bagel and just as stale. But do go on, perhaps next you'll solve continental unrest with a well-placed croissant?”
"Once again, I will clarify: I intended to say ‘bagel.’ Not ‘eagle.’ It was a regrettable slip, not a declaration of carnivorous intent toward my own house."