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action; sometime before the charity auction, idk, we are here for bad poetry

[inveigle]

[Which one of them spotted the boxed wine? Which one of them purchased the boxed wine? Not that it matters, now that they're, like, half a box in back at Lorenz's apartment. The novelty of wine in a box wore off after the first terrible sip, but after choking down a glass or two... well, you know. It's drinkable.

And, most importantly, it's pink! Hilda is, naturally, enamored by this, which is why she tilts her head against the back of Lorenz's couch (her couch, thanks), holding her wine glass up and watching light filter through the rosé. Pink is such a great color? And such a great word, too, because so many things rhyme with pink. Drink! Blink. ...Think.

But of course Lorenz prefers purple. A word as difficult as he can sometimes be, and yet Hilda treasures him all the same; it's why she's here, frowning up at her beautiful glass of wine as she—ugh—thinks. A date auction? Fun. Lorenz up for bid at a date auction? Extra fun, aside from "helping" him write his poem of a blurb. Did he even ask for her input... hmm...]

Nothing rhymes with purple, [she soon sighs, bringing her glass back down in order to take a quick sip. Brain fuel.] How is that fair?

[Words! Should! Rhyme! -Hilda, 2020]

aren't we always

[hotproblems]

[Was the boxed wine a mistake? Yes. Are they still drinking the mistake, because they paid for it and it would be a waste not to? Of course! So it's Day Drinking Deer time, feat. Lorenz sitting on the other end of his couch with one knee pulled up (that's how you know it's day drinking time, so improper) and a stupid-fancy little notebook balanced on it. For poetry.

Were he less tipsy, this notebook would never see the light of day. Were he sober he would not even consider this stupid, stupid thing they're doing, and yet here they are...]

For the third time, Hilda, [exasperated!] I have other features. Admirable ones! Do you mean to tell me all you told your brother is that I'm purple?

[Because that's how this conversation started, somewhere around the end of glass two.],/small>

bad poetry is indeed one cornerstone of our brand

[inveigle]

[If Hilda did write an entire paragraph about Lorenz's purple hair because a) her letter was shaping up to be woefully short and b) her brother loves whatever silly padding she adds into her letters, well? That's between her and Sothis, thank you. She was only doing her friend's hair justice.

But that was then and this is now, hence her mildly affronted Look.]

Of course not! But it's just, you know...

[Look at this airy wave of her hand. You know? You know. You should know.]

You're tall, and noble, and smart, and very purple. [Such a patient explanation deserves another sip.] That's what makes you you, Lorenz.

[A color scheme is of Peak Importance.]

video; un; qihsae

[instaqueue]

[ Lorenz will be receiving a video message, considering Qih'sae hasn't quite mastered the keyboard. ]

Lorenz, right? I was the winning bid for you in the charity auction. Well, I was voting on behalf of a friend but...

Well, I was reaching out to see if you had any preferences! I was thinking dinner? Somewhere nice, don't worry. Aymeric will love it.

[ There are so many details missing in this message, Qih'sae...here's the link tho! ]

[hotproblems]

[Give Lorenz a minute- maybe two- because he could not possibly answer any video call without looking salon fresh. And, hmm— the auction.]

Oh— yes, hello. Dinner would be very nice! Ah- [Is this standard? Who is Aymeric? He has so many questions, but first...]

If I may. Did you... That is, you must have read the poem in the... advertisement. Did your friend read it?

[He is serious, this is a real concern.]

[instaqueue]

[ Atta boy, Lorenz. Always looking your best. ]

I did! And I'm sure he did too. Is that a problem?

I rather liked it. Are you a poet by trade?

[ Qih'sae is extremely lame, he loved it. ]

text..... after the intro event or w/e time is a concept

[condolences]

Lorenz? It's Marianne

[ she knows... her name likely shows up on lorenz's caller id or whatever but listen, technology is weird ok. ]

I'm sorry to bother you, but if you aren't busy, I was wondering if I could ask you something?

time is fake also i'm sorry that lorenz's username is still a single rose emoji at this time

[hotproblems]

Marianne! Not to worry, I always have time for you. What is it that you need? Would you prefer to speak in person?

[what's UP gurl... are you good...]

it's ok hers is 🐎 so they can all match

[condolences]

[ can't believe hilda and lorenz said the same thing... she's so soft. ]

Thank you!
And it's alright! I don't want to trouble you
I was just wondering if you knew anyone from home has tried to apply for work here?
Or... if you might know anything about applying for work?
Hilda said that you might know, so I thought I would ask.

text; un: 333

[onehole]

[ let the shitposting begin!!!111 ]

Mister Lorenz. Rather than name your favorite number, which number do you think is the most beautiful?

un: 🌹

[hotproblems]

[Sir... it's too late for this.]

First. To what do I owe the hour of this message? What are you doing right now that necessitates numeric opinions?

[onehole]

[ it is never too late to talk about numbers... something he loves and hates. ]

The answer to that is... I have been granted "free time" for the first time in a long time. I am uncertain what to do with that and decided to talk with those I've met.

I'm doing nothing that requires it, but numbers are something that are always with me. I find that they're bugging me more here than before. I think that is what one calls anxiety of the unknown? Numbers are both familiar and constant. Something beautiful even if some can be pretentious.

So, which number do you think is the sexiest?

text; un: constance von nuvelle ★

[noatic]

[It's the day after the auction ball (or somewhere around there, close enough) and Constance finds she can't quite restrain her curiosity in terms of what has happened with Lorenz's auction. She'd noticed a few...interesting characters placing bids...]

Lorenz! How did your auction posting end up? I do hope someone worthwhile won your company.

un: 🌹

[hotproblems]

[The day-ish after the auction ball, Lorenz is not thinking about his impending auction date... until Constance messages him about it!! But she is a delight, and so it's fine to make him acknowledge this thing.]

Constance! What a treat to hear from you unexpectedly. Would you believe my name was won by a complete stranger? And on behalf of a friend.

[Who is like this??? Honestly, who?]

I have been assured this friend is of an elevated station, but I have never met the man.

Backdated to the 13th - Delivery

[searchingforlove]

[Lorenz gets himself a lovely wrapped gift on his birthday from Manuela. Inside is a journal as well as a recording of her singing along with this note:]

Happy birthday, dear.

I hope that you will be able to enjoy some of my songs. They're not what they used to be but I made sure to put some polish on them for you. And this notebook is so you can continue to write that beautiful poetry of yours.

I hope you will let me read some of it in the future.

Enjoy your day, dear.

Manuela

action, time for Noble Suffering

[noatic]

[After protecting her bag of bergamot tea leaves with such vigour for so long, it was almost refreshing for Constance to be able to finally put them to use. She was a regular drinker of tea, but it had been a while since she'd had a decent tea party with a fellow noble (the professor, as wonderful as she was, didn't feel the same). Plus, getting to know Lorenz over the months they'd been in Lunatia had been a wonderful experience, even if their age difference did make her feel like something of an annoying little sister.

But surely an endearingly annoying one?

...best not to dwell. Anyway, the tea leaves are steeping, the teaware is laid out neatly, and the two of them are alone in his apartment (sometimes it is best not to ask what the other Golden Deer are getting up to). Really, it's the opportune time to discuss...]

Lorenz...

[...well. That.]

...would you mind dreadfully if I asked you about....something that is somewhat...personal? I feel like I need a true gentleman's perspective.

Hell Yes

[hotproblems]

[It is mercifully a shenanigans-free afternoon, for both the city at large and their, hmm, respective social circles. Lorenz is grateful for the opportunity to have Noble Tea Time, as Constance is lovely company and no one else quite understands the urge to inject a little normalcy from back home into this... place.

Don't get him wrong: there are things about the city he even likes. But sometimes one just wants to put on some tea and act egregiously proper for an afternoon. Tea time is the perfect reprieve from Lunatia's persistent oddness.

He is currently engaged in the arduous task of convincing his yappy little monster to stop trying to chew on Hilda's pizza slice pool float abomination, but like, the rest? The rest is so good and normal and Noble. Ah--]

Oh— um, yes, one moment- [one moment to shove this float into a closet while dearest, darlingest Abraham Darcy whines about it, okay-] There!

[Whew!!!! He's coming back to the table, dog and all. Hey.]

Now then, what's on your mind? You aren't having too difficult a time, I hope...?

( some point in july )

[machiavel]

[ seimei had a bad month. he’s been having several bad months since he got here, actually, and he’s starting to think it’s some kind of karmic punishment for all the evil he’s committed over the course of his life. instead of trying to rectify this with good deeds, however, he’s pretending as if nothing has gone wrong for him even once.

as far as he’s concerned within his social circle, the person most equipped to distract him is, unfortunately for everyone, lorenz. ]

How is your bank account, Lorenz? I want to do something fun.

[hotproblems]

[Lorenz... has had an ordinary month, all things considered, a little sad when his best girls went home suddenly but otherwise quite fine! To that end, his first response is simply:]

That's not an appropriate greeting in the slightest.

[At least say hello before asking how his bank account is? Goddamn. But he is a Rich Boy at heart if not nearly as stupid rich here, at least. There's that. Still don't open with this question, kiddo.

Of course, because Lorenz is the way he is, he cannot help but wonder if Seimei is asking for free money because he's a brat or because he's utterly destitute, which would be worrying!! So, smartly:]

I can provide funds to entertain you easily enough, if need be. Are you doing alright?

[doggish]

[You know what's amazing? Voice to text.]

Don't get upset but I got stabbed but only a little. I'm fine. It's a flash wound but I'm stitching it in your bathroom so don't scream if you see blood when you come in ow ow ow fuck ow damn it no not you nugget no dont eat that thats disgusting into the tub let's go if lawrence finds you eating blood he'll lose his mind ow fuck ow no don't send it

[hotproblems]

[Sir?! Goddess help him, at least Fenris decided to go home and stitch himself up, however poorly that's going, but sadly Lorenz is Calling Him so he can be put on speaker while he thinks of a good scolding--]

Are you certain you're alright? Who is stabbing you? [is this a murder hobby thing, babe-] You mustn't- I'm going to— I will be home soon.

[There is a pause, and then, slightly muffled as if he has put his face in his hand at this point after thinking about the dog eating blood again:] Please just stay where you are.

[Give him like... 20 minutes.]

text; un: constance von nuvelle

[noatic]

[Despite it having been more than a few days since she'd returned to Lunatia, Constance hadn't immediately worked up the courage to contact those classmates she had properly befriended the last time. It had been jarring, to awaken on Iris with both sets of memories; those of home, and those of her brief stay here, before the war. Having agonizing deaths mixing with outings to gleaming shopping malls. House Gloucester had close ties to the Empire, yet Constance never knew what had become of Lorenz. Did he ally with Claude, in the end, and get cut down in Derdriu like Hilda? Or did he do the wise thing, and stay in his family's territory, away from Edelgard's bloody conquest?

She knew that the Lorenz here in Lunatia came from a different time, a different...version of events, so it was all the more important that she contacted him to hear his side of the story. For some reason, though, anything to do with the Golden Deer or Blue Lions houses makes her freeze up.

But it would be frightfully rude to hold out much longer, so...]

Are you there, Lorenz?

[hotproblems]

Constance! Of course, I yet remain, despite the odds.

["The odds" being Hilda and Marianne's inopportune dual disappearance not too long ago, for which he feels a pang of guilt about squirreling away to sulk over instead of taking the more noble action and actually talking to their other friends, but ah. Woops.]

How are you? It's been some time! I must admit that urgent circumstances have the unfortunate habit of cropping up at the most unforeseen times, or else I would have invited you for tea again.

[Which is a nice way of saying "my man got himself stabbed and it's been a lot" without being terribly improper. Skipping that. How's life.]

[doggish]

[So hey, give mind-reading this: now when they encounter some new fuckery, he's not nearly as thrown as he might otherwise have been. The bar has been set fairly high.

Actually, wait, back up: so they'd been having a fairly decent week, when all's said and done. Fenris has learned to enjoy the yukata, especially once he learned how to manipulate the fabric to suit him, all dark colors accented by hints of blue or silver. The festival itself is enjoyable as well, if not utterly foreign to him. They go out more than once, weaving their way through booths once the sun sets, examining trinkets by the light of the lanterns and talking about nothing in particular as they do.

They're on their way home when Vulpus opens his portal. And sooner or later, they go through.

He doesn't know what to expect, frankly, or what he even wants when he gets it. To back to Kirkwall? To see Lorenz's world? Or perhaps some third option, someone else's world, so he doesn't have to think about heartache or homesickness.

But it's Kirkwall's streets they land on. He knows them in an instant: the cracked cobblestone beneath his feet; the bizarre architecture, shantytowns sprung up in every free space available, with only the slimmest passages left for travel; the occasional sea breeze and the glittering sight of Hightown just above them.

Lowtown. Despite himself, despite everything, something in him relaxes.]

We're in Kirkwall.

[Oh, he's missed this.]

[hotproblems]

[Wandering into the portal is not one of their better ideas, in fairness, if only because of how sideways this world has gone plenty of times before. But the draw of simple nostalgia is strong, and with it the pull of wanting to know, to share and see something familiar— or as it happens, something new. Lorenz has no particularly strong desire to wander Garreg Mach again, but the possibility of showing Fenris around Gloucester territory has its charm.

And when it's not there but Kirkwall, a place he's heard of in plenty of stories and seen, in pieces, in Fenris' memories— well, that has its charm too.

...A different kind of charm, of course, because it is immediately evident that he was indeed correct, Kirkwall is absolutely bonkers, and he absently reaches for Fenris' hand to hold as he takes in the sights around them.]

It... goes up, [is what he comes up with first, because frankly, Fódlan just does not have cities like Kirkwall. Dense and tightly packed like this, not sprawling and surrounded by, in Gloucester's case, mostly farmland... It Goes Up.

And it kind of smells in the distinct way all cities kind of smell, but he's politely ignoring that.]

Well, are you going to show me around?