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[.... it's silence for a good minute and then a fleeting moment of him laughing before it cuts out. If you know him you'll know you got the right number. If not you can just hang up now.]

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un: bernie | audio

[persecutetioncomplex]

[It takes her a little while to muster up the courage, after parting with Ashe, but eventually a soft call goes through.]

U-Um... Khalid? Can, uh, I-I don't mean to interrupt anything, but, um, just... just to make sure, we're that is, you... it's... i-it's still, um, o-okay to kiss other people, right...?

video;

[bottomless_bowl]

[He actually switches the video on immediately because he doesn't want her to have any reason to start her brain cycling through disasters if he's delayed answering for any reason.

Because... well... he's a mess. Flour in his hair, shirt sleeves rolled up, a dish towel hanging from his belt and he flashes her a grin as he sets the phone aside to give her a clear view of his workspace. The tiny counter in his kitchen also covered in flour but he's just leaning idly against it for now, a big bowl of dough sitting on top of the stove proofing.]

Hey... you can keep me company so I don't rush this~ And you can kiss absolutely anyone you want to Detta.

Do... I get to know who?

video

[persecutetioncomplex]

[She looks... well, like she's been sweetly kissing somebody, lips slightly pinker than he knows they ought to be and a poorly concealed look of worry in her eyes.]

And, um, what... what about, well, dates? Is that... is that a bridge too far? I'm, um, I-I still don't know, um, what... what is and isn't allowed, and, um, I... it's, oh, it's Ashe, I-I should've said that first, you asked—

[She's officially rambling.]

text; un: arrow.of.justice

[shootyourshot]

Claude,

If you have a moment, I wanted to ask you something. I'm still a little new to all of this, so please just bear with me.

Sincerely,
Ashe

Private

[bottomless_bowl]

Detta mentioned you wanna talk to me.

do you want to actually talk or do you wanna do this over the phone?

[shootyourshot]

I mean
We can talk in person if you would be more comfortable about it. I wouldn't mind.

un: whothefcares

[privateeyed]

[as promised, attached is a short list of rifles, sorted into semi-automatic and bolt action, and then a short list of sniper rifles, sorted the same way. The specs for each gun are listed with it (ammo it uses, fire rate, etc) as well as explanations for what some of the terms mean]

you will either be happy or disappointed to know that i have not ended up in weird alien jail
and it is in fact much easier to get a gun than you would think

anyway heres the specs i promised
personal recommendation is to start with a .22 caliber semi-automatic
(that means it loads the rounds for you but you have to release the trigger in between each shot)
for a sniper you want a bolt action
(you have to load the rounds yourself after each shot)
but i dont have any real recs for those so just follow your heart

text | un: bernie

[persecutetioncomplex]

Khalid,

Sylvain just got here and the red flower pollen really, really messed him up. He needs help. It's past the point where he can take care of it without Synchrony.

Is that alright with you?

Love,

Bernadetta

[bottomless_bowl]

Det you know you don't need to format these things like a letter yeah?

But- Sylvain? You sure he NEEDS help and doesn't just. Want it.

I want you to take care of yourself and not get caught up with someone that just wants to use you.

[persecutetioncomplex]

[Okay, tentative experiment with the L word marked as a big fat ill-timed failure, cool, cool cool cool, but more importantly—]

I'm sure, Khalid. That's never been what he wanted from me. And he can barely think straight, and the burning they warned us about set in.

I'm probably going to just hold his hand and let him... handle things. I don't want him to do anything he regrets, in a state like this.

text; un: arrow.of.justice | like an hour after khalid breaks out of the web

[shootyourshot]

Please tell me that you're alive.

[bottomless_bowl]

I'm alive.

[He's not mean enough to let Ashe think something happened to him but he is absolutely not engaging in a conversation with him right now.]

[shootyourshot]

All right.

text | un: kissfroma

[hasitsthorns]

[ At some ungodly hour: ]

🎸 + 🥁 = 🎶!

(ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)?

[bottomless_bowl]

[Some ungodly hour is probably when he just got off work and is flopped out in a pile of cushions on his rooftop.]

~~🎶🎶🎶~~

[And a pic of where he is, look at this view Rosie. Come get it.]

1/2

[hasitsthorns]

[ Oh. That does look like a far preferable locale to her sad, isolated, and dark apartment. The woman grabs her guitar and sets out. She doesn't care how disheveled she looks so long as the parts of her that have turned crystal are covered.

But he's on a roof and her muscles aren't cooperating with her. She could just, like, use the stairs but that's for nerds. She used to be able to scale walls with ease, jump great distances, and- ]

Heck!

[ Her exclaimed cry might be alarming. Or maybe it's the sound of her guitar twanging, crashing metal, some animal in the alleyway hissing. The faintest noise of glass crinkling is in there, too, but that's- It's not exactly right, even for as fragile as she feels. After taking a moment to re-align herself, the woman is stubbornly scaling her way up the wall again and this time successful despite the way it burns by the time she reaches the top.

Just ignore all the muttered swearing it took too. It's fine. She's fine. ]

text | un: kissfroma @ some ungodly hour (again)

[hasitsthorns]

hey
are you up

foreword: this is NOT a booty call
but man I think I messed up
with that glowy body paint

sleep is a lie

[bottomless_bowl]

yeah sup?

Oh. Uh... yeah gotta have someone lick that shit off. So maybe not intentional booty call but

I mean I have to make up for the fact that you're having difficulties now anyway, yeah?

[He's amused that she's so insistent but at the same time told him he ruined her for getting herself off last time they texted and now conveniently needs his tongue.]

[perfectteatime]

[ Khalid will find a basket of flowers, fine ground coffee, candy and treats. A card in it reads the following; ]

My Dearest Khalid,

I wish you the happiest birthday. I know things have been trying, but I know we can all overcome. Please enjoy these gifts. Also consider this a formal invitation to tea (or coffee) with me at your convenience. I hope today brings you all the joy and peace you deserve.

Warmly,
Byleth Eisner

text; un: arrow.of.justice

[shootyourshot]

I thought it was about time I finally said something, since I'm the one who said I needed space. I did a lot of thinking, probably way more than I should have. I wanted to try to explain my feelings to you. If this doesn't make any sense, I'm sorry. It's been hard to articulate everything, especially after the last transformations.

After our last interaction before we were both kids (this is not a sentence I thought I would ever write, this place is so weird), I kept thinking over and over about what you said you thought about me. And I started to worry that maybe you were right. More than that, I found myself feeling unsettled and I guess afraid, yet also withdrawn. I eventually talked to friends to try to get rid of that thinking. Because you're intelligent, all I could consider was "but how could he be wrong?" I'm not very smart, so I had to be the wrong one. But that isn't the case. I get it, it's your fears getting the best of you, but it was still hurtful. It hurt so much that I didn't even think about the knife you were holding. And when I cried, it became about your fears, and I also felt like I couldn't share my own vulnerabilities with you, because every time I had it was either dismissed or it became about you.

It's not that I don't want to encourage you to be vulnerable. That's not what it is. I do appreciate that you unarmed yourself, that you admitted how afraid you always are. However, I also realized I was the one in the kitchen, cornered, without a weapon. You drew a weapon on me, and I started to become afraid. I didn't want to be alone with you again. I get the irony of it, that now I'm the one who's scared, but I can't really shake it off now either.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that it goes both ways. That's how friendship is. Both parties need to feel comfortable, that they can afford to be vulnerable with each other.

But I can't do that with you. Not anymore. I tried, and it felt like it was thrown back into my face each time. I know it's hard for you, but I can't keep letting myself get bitten each time I reach out with my hand.

If nothing else, I hope the time we had together as kids made you realize that I wouldn't turn my back on a stranger who needed help. And if it didn't, I can't do anything about that.

I don't expect anything to change. I don't expect you to change. I just wanted to try to make myself clear when I might not have been able to before, and I wanted to try to move past this.

Take care of yourself, Khalid. I do mean that.

[bottomless_bowl]

You're right. You don't deserve to feel like that. It wasn't my intent but I've got a lot more to learn than I realized, I guess.

I am sorry. And I'm talking to people, professionals here, to try to control those kneejerk reactions. Too little, too late, I know but

I'm not trying to push anything it just seemed wrong to not respond.

Sorry Ashe. Good luck. You deserve better.

shadow event

[markofnobility]

[Getting a call from Khalid is not a surprise, but his tone has worry gnawing at Ferdinand's belly. Strange things have been happening. Again. So of course he is on guard- but thankfully Khalid sounded more in need of comfort than protection, so he is hopeful.

He doesn't knock- he doesn't need to by now]

Greetings my friend!

[bottomless_bowl]

[Okay, he doesn't need to wait for Khalid to answer but a pre-emptive knock goes a long way to letting the man quiet his anxieties. Still. Ferdinand has a key, he expects him to let himself in. It's been that way for months now.

Which is why it's probably doubly startling when Ferdinand barely gets the words out before there's a hand balled in his shirt, slamming him up into the wall, a blade pressed to his throat. The man staring up at him from beneath a darkly stained headwrap looks like Khalid, save for the way his eyes are cold and empty. Solid black with a ring of deep crimson, not unlike the King of Liberation's eyes when he rose from Shambhala.]

Buraya ait değilsin.

[Snarled in a low, guttural Almyran dialect too thick for Ferdinand to be able to decipher too much of it most likely. Then, abruptly, Khalid is grabbing the shadow's wrist, yanking his hand back from Ferdinand's throat.]

Get off him! That's not even your knife. Stoppit.

text. @kissfroma (nsfw)

[hasitsthorns]

What do you think of my new necklace?

[ Attached is, as expected, an image file. Perhaps unexpected are the specific contents of the image.

Her face is cut off on the top of the frame to only show her lips and chin. Blond hair cascades forward over her shoulders as she leans forward into the camera while on her knees. She is holding up an - admittedly very pretty - silver necklace gingerly as if to get a better view of it in the lens. Her other hand is planted on the crumpled sheets below with fingers splayed for support.

This would all be very tame if not for the fact that she is nude. Not entirely but what is covered is still clearly meant to entice. The woman is wearing no bra but her panties are a sheer, lacy, cream-colored bikini cut. Along her upper thighs are garter belts with heart rivets that draw a line down to her pantyhose. ]

Be honest.

[action] SUDDENLY TEACH

[perfectteatime]

Knock knock.

[ He says it instead of knocking, instead just leaning his head against the door. ]

Housekeeping.