@mygrandpaistheworst​ | starter call (Sara and Balthus)

“Hey there, little lady. You, uh...you ain’t seen any debt collectors looking for me around here, have you?”

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     There are many things that have taken the archbishop by surprise as of late-- little gestures and ways of behaving both around and toward him that he could not have anticipated--, yet this is by far the strangest. At first, Saias has half a mind to ask Sara why she is covered in mud, however he finds himself lacking the courage to do anything more than blankly stare at both the girl and the rock she attempts to hand over. Talking to her is still difficult, and silencing any thoughts telling him to get out of the child’s presence more so. Deep down, Saias knows it is unfair to regard her this way, especially when she has done nothing wrong, but with each encounter, it seems as though it is something he must work through on his own rather than waiting for her to bridge the self-imposed rift.

     His stare flickers back down to the rock in the girl’s hands-- an unimpressive gift in the eyes of most, perhaps, and something Saias knows she must be handing over not for the value it inherently carries, but instead whatever meaning Sara places on it. Still, with its faint shimmer and size, the gift is at least appealing to look at-- maybe she never intended to find anything while roaming about, and instead only picked it up after it caught her eye. It is only after another second of silence that the archbishop finally finds himself willing to act, forcing his expression into a gentle sort, and reaching out to take the rock from her grasp.

          “...Thank you,”

Gives him a lemon bar too. :3

Exchanges some meats for the lemon bars.

:3 Pats Lloyd's head when he's sitting down.

Lloyd lets the small girl pat him on the head, her eccentricities nothing that bother him at this point -- though, they never truly did. He glances in her direction briefly, a faint smile on his face.

“Does that mean you want me to turn the page?”

 “ yeah? guess you don't move a lot in battle then. ”  maybe it was wrong to assume she underwent battle at all, but if she had been summoned to zenith, then surely she has seen some warfare, has she not?

he cracks a grin at her so graciously letting him carry it, like some house servant, and gives her a nod, straightening his back and adjusting his grip so that the hair is lifted like a train so as to adopt his newfound role.  “ alright, princess. where does her highness need to be? ”

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"I knew you would do it." The words are quiet, but her eyes are sparkling. "They did too."

     she remains as much a mystery as ever. unlike how he remains to her, he supposes. the past lays like an open book to her, and by the way she speaks, it sounds as if the future is no obstacle for her all-seeing mind. leif wonders how much she knows — if wisdom is but a bottomless canyon for her.

still, as unnerving as this information may be, when she looks at him, he can see nothing but comfort. her blue pools shine, and he knows they shine for him.

“ who’s they?? ” it doesn’t matter, really, even if he truly would like to know. still, his lips relent into a grin for a few moments before his expression falls solemn again.

he takes the crown from his master knight ceremony off of his head, bending his knees ever so slightly as he pushes it lightly into her hands.

“ i’ve come a far way, but… know that i’ll protect you, sara. i swear it on every weapon i have. ” he knows there will be many people who shall seek her out for her blood. those who would rather her succumb to the darkness and those that would rather see her perish. but she has won an irreplaceable part in his heart.

this strength would be used not only for thracia but for her.

‘You’re all alone, sharp and clear, like a dead branch against the sky.’

MY HEART HAS JOINED THE THOUSAND.

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SARA SPEAKS IN RIDDLES, you cannot say you’ve ever known a time where she hasn’t. She tests the limits of your understanding every time she talks. It makes your head ache. One day you might understand what she says without questioning. But it is certainly not now. It certainly won’t be soon. Just someday, you hope. It would be nice to comprehend it someday.

Alone, she says. Though you’re not so inclined to agree. You are not alone… You’ve always had someone. Your father. Your sister. Your sword… That counts, doesn’t it? It may not make for company, but it is something that compels you like someone would. The more Sara goes on the more you lose sight of what she gets at. Sharp and clear– a dead branch –it’s all so confusing.

You want to understand. It’s almost frustrating that you can’t. What does it mean, what could it mean, if only you had to capacity to think beyond just the obvious. She’s hinting at something, but you cannot possibly fathom it in your current state. Your brow furrows as if that would unlock the answer for you. It doesn’t, you’re still just as lost. You look to her, what a sorry state your in, so deeply perplexed by her words. Your eyes are like a child’s, the want is there, it is almost tangible. 

     “ How do you mean … ? ”  You wonder if she’d even humor you with a straight answer, maybe she will only toy with you more.  “ I … don’t understand. ”

@mygrandpaistheworst replied to your post: "Alm, do you eat demon soup in your world?"

“No, but I think they eat it here in the castle. Sharena said demons are sour…”

“... Really?!” That came as a surprise. Did that mean... the had all eaten demons? Without knowing it? He looks around, hand reaching to his stomach, looking quite unnerved. “Do you think we have been... eating demons here?”

Hands him up a blanket so he has something to wear besides belts. :c She is worried.

Holds the blanket up at arm length to get a good look at it. Why had she given it to him? Did he look cold? 

“Uh…thanks?” 

What an odd kid…

@sireneia​ replied to your post “Balthus 776”

LEIF WILL VERY MUCH APPRECIATE THIS RECRUIT

@mygrandpaistheworst replied to your post “Balthus 776”

AH YES HER FIRST RECRUIT AND ITS HER BEST

Ah yes, a bunch of fugitives from the law with no money or possessions to their names...sounds like his kind of people!

“I can’t say I’ll count for much of anything towards money or strategy...but if you need someone to punch stuff, I’m your man! I don’t even need a weapon--these two fists are deadly weapons in their own right! Oh, uh, I guess I can heal too if you need it. Just don’t expect me to know what all those funny sticks of yours do.”

@mygrandpaistheworst​ sent:  Hands him her fistful of flags. :3c "You did it, Leif!" Did what? Good luck figuring that out.

  leif faris claus had lost. he rests his bow down, weary from the chaotic ninety-six hours he has endured. so close to victory, biting between tooth and nail to even merely catch up to altina's might, only to be crushed when he was too overeager. blindness was his downfall, much like how it was in the campaign to restore miranda's homeland.

this was a fight with no stakes, the only prize being glory, but the wounds lick deep. even when recognized as a highly disciplined master knight, proficient in all weapons but darkness, leif was still the victim to the same flaws he was struggling with in the year 776.

perhaps his mistake was thinking he could rival someone chosen by the gods. was that not him bearing the sin of arrogance? if he knows this, then why did he continue to hope to triumph? why did he not surrender earlier?

that woman... edelgard. that was the face of a woman who would spit upon deities. that was the visage that held the eyes and the conviction to face off against those chosen by a goddess. leif would sooner kneel.

yet it was him who prevailed, and it only made sense he would fall eventually.

he's heard his other self here participated in one of these gauntlets as well, losing similarly, that time instead to a man with a brand. is he fated always to oppose the very types of people he reveres? the very people who draw his envy?

perhaps that is why he continued to fight. jealousy. they were who he wished to be. it is an ugly, swirling feeling, and when sara approaches him with a smile gracing her face, he hopes she does not feel it.

                                 (  but, alas, she knows everything about you.  )

if she senses it, she does not bring attention to it. she sees his wounds and instead of fretting over them or pointing them out, she merely congratulates him. as if losing did not negate the earlier victory.

“ ...? i don't know what i did, ”  he feigns ignorance, taking the flags from her hands. he stares at them then her, then asks,  “ were you planning on using these if i had defeated lady altina? you would stand by me, even then? ”

@mygrandpaistheworst replied to your post:

sara is his OWN FAULT!! she started out creepy

{ ooc. i meAN YES AND SO IS SAIAS

Because by Saias’ recruitment chapter, Leif’s faced off against him at least once, regardless of the route taken...

Leif Faris Claus: Pure of heart, dumb of ass }

Hands him a lemon bar!!!

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❝Oh?? What’s this?❞ he takes the lemon bar into his hands and twirls it around his fingers. ❝What a weird yellow thing.❞  

Hands Lloyd a lemon bar for his birthday. :3c

“Thank you, Sara, this is very kind of you. Shall we split it to be fair?”

Hands Zelgius a lemon bar to make up for Salem's boring offering. :/

The girl still makes him wary--whatever her intentions may be, dealing with those with the power to cut to the heart of one’s very soul is never an affair to be taken lightly.

Of course, she could simply be extending him a kindness--but for what purpose?

“...Thank you, milady.” He raises the offering to his lips and takes a careful bite.