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[ There's a lull over Pleasant Manor. Not that it's ever a party there these days, but lately things have come to a quiet. One of two sons is back, hanging out in his room with a small pile of books and a half-finished cupcake.
It's mid-afternoon and the winter sun outside is casting a bright, hazy glow over the household, but it's chilly enough in the shade that frost appears here and there on the manor grounds (and even in the corners of the clean but unused ballroom).
Corvidan is lying on the bed, feet crossed, lazily turning the page every now and then while his glasses slip further and further down his nose. His room has long been harmlessly greyified and he seems to be comfortable here, which might explain the wavy unkempt hair and fancy embroidered silk pyjamas.
In short, everything is calm, like it often is before a storm. ]
It's mid-afternoon and the winter sun outside is casting a bright, hazy glow over the household, but it's chilly enough in the shade that frost appears here and there on the manor grounds (and even in the corners of the clean but unused ballroom).
Corvidan is lying on the bed, feet crossed, lazily turning the page every now and then while his glasses slip further and further down his nose. His room has long been harmlessly greyified and he seems to be comfortable here, which might explain the wavy unkempt hair and fancy embroidered silk pyjamas.
In short, everything is calm, like it often is before a storm. ]
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There's a brief moment of panic when Saft feels she's misplaced something when she finds it again still where she left it to begin with. curious envelop address to Corvidan himself from her Grand-Uncle who would probably murder her if she lost it, Thank goodness.
However It's time to let Corvidan know she's here.
She softly knocks on the glass of his window and takes a moment to neaten herself up a little. (Guess who's really starting to make a sort of effort now.) She even licks her hand and attempts to slick back her hair slightly. Saft just needs to play this cool. Things are normal between her and Corv right? Nothing has changed, they're still friends....only with a few weird bonuses that have cropped up lately.]
Ding Dong, Drago-gram for one Mr. Corvidan Pleasant~
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He gets up, snatches an equally fancy dressing-gown from a wardrobe, and quickly ties it because it'd be too much effort to button up the silk nightwear. Still fussing with his hair, he opens the window carefully to avoid smacking her in the face. ]
Saft! What are you doing here, my mother - for heavens' sake come in.
[ Steps aside, gestures roughly. ]
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But here I am! ...Nice PJ's by the way.
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...Also, pulling that dressing gown tighter around him, because stop looking at his jammies. ]
I wasn't ready.
What... ah... brings you here, anyway?
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Uncle Glad wouldn't fill me on on what's going on but he said it was urgent...He wanted me to give this to you.
[She hands it over to him.]
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[ He takes the envelope after a moment's hesitation. Eyeing her for a second, he goes to a bureau drawer and takes out a letter-opener with a fancy handle.
After tearing it open, he reads slowly. Some small part of him expects some reprimand on Bruhim's behalf. ]
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[There's other reasons she made the journey out here. Alright one very big reason, but she's still trying to convince herself that it has nothing to do with that. Besides, there's nothing wrong with missing someone you haven't seen for a few weeks even when there's a chance you might not get to see them again for a while because of how bad the snowfall could possibly be.]...I missed you.
[Saft's just a little butthurt Gladinus wouldn't tell her what the big deal is. She'd like to know what's in that letter.]
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...Er.
[ ...aaand the letter is probably not what he was expecting.
???]Perhaps you'd better take a look at this.
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...Are you sure? I mean he did say this was kind of a "for your eyes only" kind of deal. I don't want to intrude.
[Except she kind of does. So maybe she should?]
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I'm not sure I understand, quite honestly. [ Like... he THINKS he does. But that can't be right. Right?
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Corvidan Pleasant yadadadadada....
After recent events I felt yadadadadadada.....
something something something else....
imprinting....
blahblahblaaaa------
wut.]
Ah...uh???
Hm.
[Funnily enough she's not sure she understands either. I mean if this letter is suggesting what she thinks it is then this is probably going to be a rather big life changing moment for them.]
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He looks up at the ceiling, brow furrowed. ]
What?
[ HE IS VERY CONFUSED ]
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Corvidan!
And perfect and everything she would want in a guy! The very least Gladinus could have done was to tell her that this thing might happen. And even moreso
be man enough to tell her in person and not via letter through her best friend.]
...It's not real right? I-I mean if something like that DID happen we would know wouldn't we?
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...He looks up to stare directly at her. ]
But we do, don't we? Unless you have a better explanation for what happened back when I duelled Geel.
About which I've been meaning to talk to you. [ waggles the paper at her accusingly. ]
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Why can't she just be normal and not have to worry about something weird she might do.]
No, I guess not...
[She feels like snatching that paper and destroying it.]
What about the duel? I mean you kind of beat him and after that we haven't heard from him or his family. I wouldn't worry about it.
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[ He folds the letter and tucks it back in the envelope, flicking it carelessly across the room to land somewhere on his bed. Then he stands there staring at it thoughtfully. ]
I need to get changed.
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Okay! So message delivered...we did a thing and now we can deal with it I guess so I'm just uh...we need to--
[And here come the pinchy uncertain brows when she knows she's in trouble.] YOU NEED TO GET CHANGED! GREAT! GO! I'LL BE UH...HERE! MAYBE?
...Do you want me here?
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If I change, we can hold a conversation without me being in nightwear. That way we can greet each other properly without it bordering on inappropriate.
So, yes. Stay here.
[ Corvidan goes to the wardrobe and starts hunting for something to wear. What he picks out looks pretty form-fitting - everything's in grey as per his entire room - and then he crosses to the door, opens it, and motions an I'm-watching-you gesture at her before slipping out to go change in Cole's room.
It's kinda like, do not leave this room or his mother will find and murder both of them. Fair warning. ]
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Does he hate me...? No...that's stupid I mean he would have said something if he did. Corvidan likes to keep things in but if it's something he feels strong enough he would have at least said something by now?
...Wouldn't he?
[Smothering face with the pillow and groaning into it. Someone kill her now. No, really. Do it. It's better than having someone you care about hate her for the rest of her life over something she had no control over.]
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Corv is gone for a little while, apparently taking the time out to at least brush his teeth and make some mild attempt at fixing his hair... dude slept in today on purpose and here you are making him get ready! Wild.
He does hurry, though. Somehow it feels weird leaving her alone in his bedroom. Nobody else (except his mother) has been in there since he was a child.
The door creaks as he sneaks back in, and he shuts it behind him. Tahra is off somewhere else in the manor, but that's no reason to be careless. ]
...Alright. Sorry. I didn't expect to be doing anything today. Come here, then.
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Were you, er... [ smelling his pillow...??? saft u ok ]
...
Are you alright?
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I'm fine, but if you're gonna finish me off do it quickly? I'm not sure I want a slow painful death right now.
[Saft what are you even going on about? You're not usually this dramatic. Either way she's not right near Corvidan - still not meeting his glance because she's outright convinced he'll want nothing to do with her now.]
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Er. Alright.
[ ...Sure, whatever you say?? He guesses??
Corvidan does what he was going to do, which is step closer and pull her into a warm hug. She's allowed to die now! ... or whatever it is she's talking about, because he has no clue. ]
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[Okay wait-...
This isn't death is it? Unless Death is supposed to smell like bread rolls and camomile. She's very confused right now. Why are you hugging her? She's been messing up your life big time recently. You should get out whilst the getting's good.]
Mmmhm?!
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PRETEND SHE'S HUMAN JUST FOR A MOMENT IN THIS ICON.
9999x sweeter than kisses anyway
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