[ OPEN ] hide your love, don't be shy

[godshattering]

Who: Claude and you!
When: all throughout August and September
Where: Cadens (pre-Nocwich), the Horizon (any time), and Libertas (post-Nocwich)
What: Catch all for both months
Warnings: For anything referencing Libertas: death, violence, and war


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[philancer]

[ Sylvain glances over at Claude when that silence drags out from the other man, sensing he was holding something back without being able to put his finger on what. Which was odd. Claude didn't usually give things like that away, huh. Or maybe he was just getting more perceptive about picking up on it? He'd have to think about it later.

For the moment, he gets distracted by the answer that does come. It's a grim thought, one of their companions trapped in one of the other cities, separate from them. Potentially on the other side of the war, especially if they ended up in THorne. not something Sylvain ever wants to deal with again, that's for sure.

But for now, he sidesteps and slings an arm around Claude's shoulders in friendly camaraderie, a playful smirk teasing about the corners of his lips. ]

Don't worry, we're here now, you don't have to worry about being lonely anymore. And we'll help you keep an eye out for anyone else, too.

[warfed]

[Claude's silence speaks volumes, as it often does— he has always been the type to play things close to his chest, to take great care in what he says, but what he does say aloud, Petra understands well and finds herself agreeing with. She nods and lays a hand against his back as they walk, an offering of solidarity.]

We will be keeping our eyes and ears open.

[She nods to Sylvain, as well, confirming they are on the same page. She hates the thought of anyone being stranded in another city all on their own. Claude, however, for better or for worse, isn't going to have to deal with being all on his own for quite some time, if they have anything to say about it.]

For now, you do not have to be looking so hard. You are being stuck with us!

[godshattering]

[ At the arm around his shoulders, Claude immediately turns a long-suffering gaze towards Petra. ]

It's not too late to send him back for Linhardt instead, is it?

[ Three guesses as to who he'd like to return to sender. Jokingly! Humor's needed after unintentionally dampening the mood between the talk of who could arrive, where they might end up, and everything he knows quite well they aren't saying from whatever it is each of them know about what they lived.

He could keep up the prickly act, but that's never been something easy for him to do. Especially not when it's far easier to sling an arm around each of their shoulders, something also easier than openly admitting being touched over the idea of them all sticking together throughout whatever Abraxas might bring. Not alone, not divided. It's almost a wonder. ]

Hm, I think it's more accurate to say that both of you are stuck with me. Before you can develop any regrets about your near future based on that - Sylvain, you happen to put the dining hall in here while you were at it? Just curious.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain makes a mock offended noise as he clutches his chest in a dramatic fashion. Those words hurt, Claude! At least trade him in for someone pretty.

But he doesn't shrug off that arm, chuckling as he shifts slightly, because Claude is just enough shorter than him that this might make it a little awkward to move, but he can adjust. But he rolls his eyes at that question because what does he look like? ]

Please. As if I'd ever forget a detail about that. Pretty sure I spent more time there than anywhere else combined. Huh, think my memory recreated any of the dishes? We should go see.