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[Voice]

[perfectteatime]

Ferdinand? I apologize for the abrupt contact, but I need your help with something only you can do- could you please come to my flat urgently?

[markofnobility]

Goodness, of course, Professor! I will be there at once!

[He doesn't even ask what he's supposed to be doing]

[perfectteatime]

[ When Ferdinand turns up, he will find the door to Byleth's flat open, an inviting aroma of tea wafting through it. Inside, a lovely tea party is set up, with a couple of wrapped gifts set out as well.

Byleth stands by with a rare warm smile on his face. ]

Happy Birthday Ferdinand. Would you care to have some tea with me? Afterwards we can head over and see everyone else.

[markofnobility]

[He gasps in delight- not surprised that Byleth remembered, he always did for everyone, but thrilled regardless]

Of course Professor! I am excited to see what teas you have discovered here.

[perfectteatime]

Marvelous!

But first- [ He opens his arms for a hug. ]

And second, you must open your gifts!

[ There's two packages, the larger one, wrapped in matte green paper contains a beautiful tea set. The other, covered in glittery unicorn print, contains a Ferdinand-sized unicorn onesie and a copy of the book "Ferdinand The Bull". ]

Originally I picked up the book because it had your name but I found it to be quite a charming little tale, although it is for children, I thought you might find it amusing all the same.

Some time during the month of April

[izanyagi]

[Wherever Ferdinand is in his home, he probably does not expect the loud noise that comes from the living room where the government-provided television is.

If he is in the living room, he'll be greeting, at least, by a warning of white ripples against the screen before an ENTIRE HUMAN falls out of it with a thump and a slight grunt. When he stands up, he looks apologetic.]

Ahh...sorry. This happens sometimes.

[???]

[markofnobility]

[Ferdinand is not a paranoid man, but he is a veteran of war- so when he hears the noise he comes rushing in with spear and shield in hand, both items rippling with magical power

Thankfully he pauses when the stranger greets him instead of attacking]

Ah... it is... of no concern?]

[izanyagi]

[Well that's both a worrying attack stance (and glowy bits) and yet also the fastest he's seen someone pause during this type of situation. It helps him look relaxed a little and he dusts off his coat out of habit.]

It's a power I have...I can move between television sets but...in this world I just get spat out by another one. Sometimes it works out fine but sometimes I end up in people's homes. I'm trying to figure out a way to control it better.

[markofnobility]

Oh! I see- for a moment I was wondering if Warping was an ability of the device I had not been warned about! Well, I suppose we can just be grateful you did not end up somewhere dangerous!

[Like in front of a man with weapons!]

[izanyagi]

Ha ha ha...no it's just me...sorry again. I'm Yu Narukami, by the way.

[HE bows respectfully, despite, well the current situation.]

True...I don't think most people place televisions in places of danger, at least.

[markofnobility]

[He puts aside his weapons and bows as well]

And I am Ferdinand von Aegir! I was not planning on a guest, but it would be rude to simply turn you out. Would you like some tea?

[izanyagi]

[Oh! What a polite host...true, Yu would have done the same, but he's impressed that the stranger is all in on what happened and is offering refreshments.]

That would be very nice of you, Aegir-san. I'd happily accept.

[markofnobility]

[it helps that Ferdinand has seen teleportation spells and devices before, so it's not TOO shocking]

Then please, take a seat! I hope you do not mind fruit-based teas, as that what I was about to prepare.

[izanyagi]

I don't at all, thank you.

[Truthfully, he could eat anything but he won't say that, it might sound too insulting.]

Do you specialize in making fruit teas?

[markofnobility]

I do not dry the leaves myself or anything so complicated, no! But fruit teas are my personal favorite, so it is what I tend to perchase - I suppose you could say I have a bit of a sweet tooth.

[He moves to the kitchen, but the small apartment has an open floor plan so it's easy enough to keep talking]

[izanyagi]

I've dried tea leaves before, it's pretty fun. Sweets go so well with tea too, fruity or not, so I understand.

[He does miss the smaller apartment compared to his giant mansion. It feels more homely.]

I hope I'm not intruding on personal too much, but are you a fighter in your world?

text; un: edelgardvonhresvelg

[imperializes]

Hello, Ferdinand. Might you be busy at the moment?

text; un: ferdinandvonaegir

[markofnobility]

Edelgard? No, I am free at the moment. Is something wrong?

[imperializes]

[hmm...depends on your definition of 'wrong.']

May I come visit you? Nothing is particularly concerning of note, no. But I want to discuss something with you if you have the time.

[markofnobility]

I am at my apartment right now. I was about to start tea, so now is a fine time for company.

[It's a little awkward, considering their... history. But he's willing to be friendly]

[imperializes]

Thank you, Ferdinand. I'll be there shortly.

[and after a moment, she's knocking. she's covered up a bit more than usual despite the hot weather, but if you look closely, you can see a hint of crystallization creeping up her neck.]

[markofnobility]

[Even with the tension between him it would be a lie to deny that Ferdinand is and always was looking at her closely. So while at first, his brow furrows at all the layers in this intense weather, he catches the shine of crystal pretty quickly when he opens the door.]

Is that-?

[He sucks in breath through his teeth in shock]

[imperializes]

[she clears her throat, shifting a bit.]

If we may discuss this inside, Ferdinand.

[she looks to the side, a bit ashamed at the state she's in and allowed herself to become in hubert's absence.]

[markofnobility]

Oh! Yes, of course. Please, my home is your home.

[He lets her in, closing and locking the door behind him (though a few people have the key) before rushing off to start pouring tea]

[imperializes]

[she steps in and immediately starts shedding her layers down to her clothing. the heavy jacket, the scarf, her gloves -- all revealing a thing crystal sheen on her skin.]

...I imagine you know what I'm about to ask. And I want to preface it by saying I completely understand if you'd prefer not to. I just-

[--thought she'd make an effort to trust him more. but that gets caught in her throat, and she has to clear it before hanging her coat.]

[markofnobility]

Edelgard...

[a soft expression settles on his face]

We ended up on different paths, but I have never wished you ill. Of course, I will do all I can to help you.

[a light blush adds to his expression]

[imperializes]

Thank you, Ferdinand. I truly mean that.

[she shyly holds out her hand to him, eyes meeting his with a small smile. oh, how strange that they were on different sides of the war, only to end up... holding hands like this.]

I'd love to have some of your tea afterward as well.

[markofnobility]

[He takes her hand, marveling at how small it is, even knowing the strength held within it. How many times as a youth had he daydreamed about such a thing? More than he would admit, and that embarrassed thrill shows in the sync. In fact, the sync is easy. Effortless. Ferdinand is an open book, as always]

Of course! I will even warm some cakes if you wish.

[imperializes]

[she allows herself to sync, to open herself up to ferdinand. memories of him colored with fondness, with exasperation, with careful distancing leading up to her war- to an effort to trust again once more.]

Oh? Did you make them yourself?

[markofnobility]

[The fondness makes him turn red, clearly pleased and embarrassed]

Goddess no, baking has never been a skill I have put myself to- though perhaps I should now that I find myself with so much spare time?

[Someone never learned to impress Dorathea, it seems]

[imperializes]

Mm, I think you'd be wonderful at anything you set your mind to. [a small smile, a chance to reconnect.] You've always been so very passionate in everything you do, after all.

[she turns her eyes down to their connected hands] I hope that we can spend time together here, to make up for the time I've cruelly thrown away.

[markofnobility]

[he preens under the praise, as always. But her final words cast a dark shade over his pleasure, as to be expected... but anger is certainly not the right term for it]

Cruel is... not the word I would use.

[imperializes]

What would be the term you'd use? [her expression falls a bit to something more somber.] Please, be honest. I need to hear it.

[markofnobility]

Cruelty suggests an... intent I do not believe you had.

[His sync suggests this is less a belief and more a hope]

[imperializes]

Oh- [she's actually surprised at that. she'd thought he'd describe her with a worse word, and she believes she'd fully deserve it. the sentiment echoes in her sync.]

I- certainly, yes, I think that's true. But in the end, people still died for my misguided ambitions. I know this now. [in her sync, he might catch glimpses of her conversation with byleth discussing just that.]

[markofnobility]

Misguided, yes. I stand by what I said when we first reconnected here. But... there is a difference between you and them.

[dark hooked masks and gray death-pale skin. There's no doubt he means Those that Slither, even if he is loath to say it outright. As if saying that title will bring ill luck]

[imperializes]

I'd like to think that... I worked with them out of necessity - I planned to eradicate their order after I achieved my goals.

[well, that never happened, but she liked to imagine she did it in a world where she did succeed]

Are there any questions you have for me...? Since we have the time.

[markofnobility]

To lay with dogs is to get fleas.

[He says softly before shaking his head]

And I of course have... so many. But you did not come here to be interrogated... we can just... talk?

voice. @kissfroma

[hasitsthorns]

[ Somewhere in the midst of a drunken haze, she thinks- Right. Stupid, selfish woman. She isn't the only one who would be upset by this. It had just happened so fast and she couldn't stay there because it made things feel too final but with no closure to speak of. ]

Hey, ginger Fabio. [ Nicknames are easier right now. Keeping an arm's length is safe. ] Are you holding up okay?

[markofnobility]

[His voice is a little thick, like he might have been sleeping recently. Or drinking]

Rose... hello. I am... doing as well as can be expected. I should ask the same of you.

[hasitsthorns]

[ Either are entirely valid. Sleep hasn't come easily but liquor has. Maybe too easily, but- It's fine. She'll be fine.

If she says it enough, maybe she'll actually believe it. ]

Yeah, that- That's about right. [ Is she doing as well as she can? Probably not, but- She suddenly feels a stab of guilt; Claude had loved Ferdinand. Bernadetta. Not her. Does she even have any right to grieve his loss? ]

Didn't mean to take off so suddenly, it's just- I'm not good with this kind of stuff.

[markofnobility]

No one is. I do not hold it against you. Nor should you apologize.

...if you find yourself wanting company I do not mind providing.

[hasitsthorns]

[ Fuckin' gods dammit, why is everyone so nice. It makes her irrationally, inexplicably angry which then cycles back to guilt about being so fucked up a person that basic human decency is upsetting.

She's having a Bad Time. The woman pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs deeply. She doesn't want company, not really, but she doesn't want to be alone either. ]

Maybe, if you let me braid that hair.