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Edelgard von Hresvelg ([personal profile] unyieldingmarch) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-04-13 05:31 pm

[Closed] When you can no longer run...

Who: Edelgard von Hresvelg & Various
When: April 2020
Where: The Mirror House
What: Memory Share.
Warnings: Warnings for the following: Violence, language, blood, death, warfare, religious/anti-religious themes, human experimentation, mental health, insanity, and body horror.


Some OOC Notes:
This is going to be a closed catch-all for Edelgard's memory share threads. I will be posting individual starters in the comments, so please assume that all CWs that apply for this log apply to each thread.

I apologize for those that missed my initial plotting post at the beginning of the month, but I've got a lot of threads planned and won't be able to take on more memory shares at this time. Thank you for your understanding, I'll make sure to hit more people next month!


Edelgard's Mirror, The Beginning:

The mirror, Edelgard's Mirror, is an ornate affair. The kind of thing that one would expect to find associated with someone who's influence has shaped a continent's future, for better or for worse. It has an eagle motif worked around the edges, though with considerably more going on. Wings ringed with golden, thorny vines and topped with roses made seemingly out of ruby, the wood has a more bony appearance, as though it'd been carved out of the remains of some great beast. The mirror at the center calls, and pulls the viewer inside...

digiorno: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (♛ you'll see)

[personal profile] digiorno 2020-06-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
In this, they’re different. He would never tell anyone that they were giving him too much credit in this context. It’s not only that he has done something no one else did; he did something no one else could. He accepts this as fact. It isn’t something he’d brag about, but he also wouldn’t deny it. Why deny simple fact?

Even moreso, he doesn’t believe his people will handle it — not because they aren’t brilliant, but because their vision is dependent upon his leadership. It hasn’t occurred to him yet that this is a shortcoming, that there is only so far one can go with such a tight grip on the reins. Indeed, he gives her a bit of a puzzled look before his expression clears. No, he can think of one person who might keep things on the rails. Polnareff. Is he keeping things steady . . . ?

If he thinks about this now, he’ll get too emotional. It won’t do. He shrugs one shoulder, the movement slight.

“It’s been complicated. I didn’t expect to end up a vampire at the end of it, but who does?”

Ha ha ha.

“I miss it. I don’t know . . . “ If you do, he almost says, but no, he does know. “The work means a lot to me. It matters. Sometimes being here feels a bit like filling time.”