Catch-all: Byleth

[ercnerd]

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Week 0: Tuesday

[ercnerd]

[That evening, Sieghart is back at the bonfire for another round of s'mores when he spots a familiar fisherman.]

Yo, Byleth! Here for some chocolate?

[divineimpulse]

[she turns, giving sieghart a little wave as a greeting.]

Not chocolate.

[she has her little tea pot (a literal pot) balanced on a pair of logs, a smaller offshoot fire underneath of it.]

Have you tried the "Marshmallow"s?

[maybe he can hear the quotemarks]

[ercnerd]

[Maybe.]

I have. Don't you know that you can stick chocolate on them? That's the best combination.

[divineimpulse]

[she gives him a nonplussed look.]

[ercnerd]

Here. I'll show you.

[First, he's got a marshmallow to toast. While he works on that, he directs his gaze to the tea pot on the logs.]

Is that yours?

[divineimpulse]

It is. Would you like some tea with your...

[she looks]

...It's on fire.

[ercnerd]

Oh!

[He casually draws the stick back and blows on it. At a second glance, it hasn't heated quite enough, so he lets it hover by the fire.]

There's nothing wrong with a little bit of crunch.

[divineimpulse]

[well

he's not wrong

just... on desserts? she eyes it with some curiosity.]

What kind of tea would you like?

[ercnerd]

Are you offering? Then I'll take whatever you've got.

W0, post-death announcement

[divineimpulse]

[they can just pick up from after investigation!!]

...You really don't remember anything.

[ercnerd]

[He was confused before, but the announcement has put him in a foul mood. No, Byleth, he doesn't remember.]

Are they serious? Moving people around in their sleep and then pronouncing the death of a kid . . . What kind of a school is this?

[divineimpulse]

[...

well

if only she could counter that somehow with a sane academy where nothing bad happens.

instead she just shakes her head.]

I'm glad you're okay, at least.

[ercnerd]

[What kind of a school is Garreg Mach?

He exhales through his nose.]

That slipper—where did you find it?

[divineimpulse]

[ha ha ha ha]

One was in the river, and one was in a goose's mouth.

[ercnerd]

And we don't know whom they belong to.

If nobody claims them by the end of the day, we're going to have to find the owner ourselves.

[divineimpulse]

I am happy to hold a council to discuss it.

This needs to be solved.

[ercnerd]

[He nods, partly in agreement and partly to comb through his disheveled hair with his fingers.]

We can't risk it. If we let this go, it may happen again. There are too many kids here.

Week 6: Thursday

[ercnerd]

[After Lila has delivered the letters, a thought reaches out to Byleth somewhere in the outdoor playground: What am I to do with this . . . ? Sieghart sits on the edge of the sandbox with his feet on the ground and not the sand, the letters clutched in one hand and the other held to his forehead by the palm as he looks down at his feet.]

[divineimpulse]

[oh, sieghart

she makes her way dutifully outside at the sudden snippet, tucking her own letters in her pocket, and giving him a little wave as she approaches.]

Something wrong?

[ercnerd]

Oh.

[He lifts his head, his hand falling away from his face, to peer up at Byleth.]

Hey, Byleth. What makes you say that?

[divineimpulse]

I heard you...

[well. her brow crinkles.]

Mentally.

Are you okay?

[ercnerd]

Ah, um . . . well . . . that's . . .

[His gaze lands on Byleth's face, only to dart away with the hint of a blush creeping onto his.]

[divineimpulse]

[...

she sits down beside him.]

Can I help solve it?

[ercnerd]

[He swallows, willing his face to cool down, because this really doesn't warrant such a strong response. Clearing his throat exactly once, he shifts just enough to put Byleth in his line of sight.]

That is . . . uh . . .

[Go on a date with me!]

[divineimpulse]

Okay.

[(Oh, I see.)

she just nods.]