lucubrates: (fehu)
zelda. ([personal profile] lucubrates) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-04-13 04:17 pm

so now, what should i do

Who: BOTW Zelda and plotted CR, BOTW Zelda and you
When: Aereuer
Where: Aefenglom, out and about, you know
What: Open quest prompts, plotted CR things, memsharing, the works
Warnings: n/a but I will edit this if anything comes up



OPEN PROMPTS | CLOSED PROMPTS
plot with me
hegemonwings: (Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ)

[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-14 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ byleth says little beyond the initial introductions, really. she hasn't missed mercenary work, but a simple escort job for retrieving plants? it sounds... nice. like an interesting change of pace. something about meeting another blonde-haired, pointed-eared young woman named zelda is a surprise...

but this girl seems very different from the hylian princess she's met already. she can't quite imagine the zelda she met on the night of the meteor shower scrabbling in the dirt to uproot a flower.
]

Ah... you think so? [ there's a fractional smile at what she... thinks? is a compliment, along with zelda's enthusiasm being fairly infectious. even in her dark armor and well-armed, she just... looks like a sort of awkward young woman. here in aefenglom she's finding that it's... nice, to be treated like a peer. no baggage or deference. ] I'm not sure that I have, but... I do like it. I took to cultivating flowers at home, and I grew dozens of lilies... but none like this. How are calla lilies different?

[ they certainly don't look like lilies. or the lily of the valley plants she grew occasionally, either. ]
Edited 2020-04-14 05:05 (UTC)
ressusciter: (sorrow.)

[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-04-14 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[he's been tearing up the theater for an hour at this point. the fact that Ignatz had gotten outside is a cold possibility in his stomach, and he has to believe that somehow the little one had only snuck up in a room in the theater he's not usually in, drawn out by curiosity and not anything else. he can't lose the cat too, can't not find him to feed him and ensure he's healthy, warm, content in his life-

(he can't be alone in this place. neither of them can be alone right now.)

the distant sound of meowing reaches his ears, and he knows that particular voice well enough to abandon his search in the prop storage he was searching through and tear his way over to the door, which he opens with wide eyes and his heart seizing for a second before it hammers again. the cat, trying desperately to wiggle free in his distress, and a face he hadn't seen for a few weeks now - not since Andersen went away.

the man that faces Zelda with a mixture of shock and relief is a stranger, but his hair is stark white, and his eyes are golden with strange cross-shaped pupils - a trait that her regular feline visitor had as well.]


Ignatz. How did you get out there?

[he's reaching for the little one, stroking his head - immediately the kitten seems to calm some, though he still doesn't quite know what to do being held by a stranger.]
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-14 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ if byleth is being honest, she has no fondness for lilies. she tended them because she knew some of her allies enjoyed them, and in her academy days they were constantly in the greenhouse whether she planted them or not.

seiros had, she had thought, thoroughly ruined them for her in any case. but something about this one... the comparison zelda made, the blue slowly overtaking the white, and the complementary look it has to the red carnations she had grown by the dozens...

she quite likes this flower. a slightly...embarrassed? and questioning look crosses her face at that last comment, particularly with how plainly zelda stated it. she bows her head, briefly, in appreciation.
]

I... thank you, Zelda. That's not a compliment I've been paid before. [ she pauses. ] You're not connected to the other Zelda by chance, are you?
hegemonwings: (Bᴜᴛ I sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ)

[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-17 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ this was going so well. and then... careless words born of passing curiosity destroyed the warm mood of it all. byleth silently reprimands herself, glancing away. she certainly doesn't have the delicacy zelda seems to see in her, she thinks. ]

... I've upset you. [ byleth notes that at last, brows slightly knit, as she starts working at the lilies herself. ] I'm sorry. We can talk more of flowers, if you like.
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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-04-17 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[carefully, as if he was handling a priceless treasure, he accepts the kitten, cradling him close to his chest, where the little one nestles himself and begins to purr. it's hard to stay mad at him for leaving when he was so desperate to be home, and Dantes' expression softens before he looks back up to Zelda.]

Yes, and I owe you greatly for it.

[he hasn't introduced himself, but it can be forgiven in the rush of panic emotions that flew over him, and now sheer relief at knowing the little one's safe.]

...Would you like to come in? It's far less chilly in the living space.
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[personal profile] extirpator 2020-04-17 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ sword slung over his shoulder, nier keeps careful watch — the children all vary in height and stature, and while some observe absent mindedly, others fidget and bounce with restlessness.

the feeling is familiar, and it's near impossible to fight the wave of nostalgia that washes over him.

zelda's voice had usually been reedy with excitement over a scientific discovery — but she instead takes care of speak slowly, each and every word measured with the intention of putting her thoughts on a palette and eagerly feeding it to their gaggle. it doesn't quite work, if only because she'd...well, she'd been an academic and a princess through and through.

nier approaches her, sidestepping the crowd to crouch next to her. ]


Pores are little holes inside of the plant. They're in people, too. Look at your skin closely. You'll see tiny marks — those are your pores. [ nier speaks gently, as though he were the spring breeze itself. ]

Polypores are mushrooms that have got pores underneath them — a lot of them. [ with a tap of the finger, he beckons her to turn it over, up for them to see. ] But these pores: they're special. Really special...new mushrooms come out of them! It's cool, isn't it? Our pores can't do anything like that, but these ones are different. One of a kind!
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-17 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ byleth is worried, at first... then zelda turns, and she sees that look, hears her laugh. she smiles as well, wider than before, pleased to see her so amused. for the life of her, she's just reminded of edelgard, sounding so proud of herself after coming up with names for things or giving a (charmingly terrible) impression of hubert... hell, does she have a type? ]

I think it may be best for another time. I can understand ancestry being a... difficult thing, and my curiosity is less important than your comfort. And your smile is nice. I'd prefer to help keep it in place, if I can.

[ after a bit of scrabbling in the dirt, byleth huffs out a breath through her nose and finally reaches to her belt for a dagger—careful to keep her movements open and obvious, never coming close to pointing the thing in zelda's direction—beginning to use it as a trowel to make the job a bit easier. she probably should have just brought a trowel, given the job at hand, but. eh. ]
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[personal profile] hegemonwings 2020-04-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ she huffs out an amused breath through her nose at the repetition of the compliment, eyes briefly on the way zelda's hair shifts in the light. ]

...I'm afraid I wouldn't know. [ byleth's brow creases just a bit at that, mouth setting into a line. maybe it's just determination as they work at the flower's roots. still, she understands the metaphor well enough, nodding. ] Someone said something to me once about... flowers that thrive, despite their environment. I can't help thinking of that now.
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Man I swore I replied to this...

[personal profile] whomthebelltolls 2020-04-19 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
It is mint. [Comes the rather baffled response, as Maria looks her companion over. It took probably too long to figure out that, for all this young woman looks like the Zelda she knows, there's just a specific je ne sais quois about her that doesn't quite fit the bill of the other that she knows.

She hasn't pried too deeply into it as of yet. She might not get the chance.
]

But I also need no medical remedies at the moment. I'm quite hale, as we speak. [Call her back in like two weeks after the memshare thing. A hangover counts as a headache, right?] Perhaps you could figure it out in time, though.
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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-04-19 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Zelda.

[he nods in confirmation, realizing that he had never actually been out of his feline form around her. always a tiger, for no reason other than habit after a point.]

It's been some time, hasn't it?

[if she expects him to apologize for the shift in form, the lack of explaining himself, he's not going to. if she expects his demeanor to remain calm when facing a friend he'd been avoiding, that he can do easily.]

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