[At night she's not expecting him. Mostly because she fears that the guards would mistake him for a malicious intruder and it would be terribly unfortunate if his white wyvern got hurt. So the rap on the glass gives her a start.
Lightning fast she grabs for the dagger on her vanity — having been seated there going through the motions of her haircare routine before he arrived. The light in her room obscures his image due to the glare on the glass. Cautiously Edelgard approaches the double glass doors, and opens it.
She didn't have time to put on gloves. Tonight she wears a long sleeved nightgown in white with floral embroidery in pale violet that matches her eyes. Its soft and innocent visage is a far cry from the nasty purpled and marred skin of her hands. Sure, some of the lighter scars have turned pale, but the deeper cuts make the skin rough and uneven. It's so bad that sometimes she has difficulty discerning textures since scar tissue isn't as sensitive.]
...Claude.
[The way she exhales is part exasperation, and part relief.]
[ It's only when Edelgard's face doesn't match the smile on his that Claude realizes he may have made a slight miscalculation here. After all, he understands the extreme suspicion of someone showing up on your balcony when you aren't expecting them - let alone anyone showing up when you should be alone - and he possibly should have thought of that on his way here.
But lucky she didn't lunge first? He has a smart remark ready to go for that, until the lights inside glint off the dagger in his peripheral vision and he looks down to see it aimed his direction. Ah. Right. Unfortunately for Edelgard, that only swaps what he had in mind for something worse. ]
Why, Edelgard. Is that a dagger in your hand, or are you just happy to see me? [ No shame. Which the grin on his face says as much, but it's hard to get upset about yet another weapon being pointed his way or a potential, exaggerated brush with death when there's been so many in his life to date. Just add this one to the list. ] I'll take you holding a dagger over being on the wrong end of your axe. I'm not real eager to repeat that one any time soon.
[ When he's (reasonably) sure she isn't going to stab him anyway just for being obnoxious on top of interrupting what was hopefully a calm night for her, Claude reaches up to cradle one side of her face with a hand still in riding gloves he'd forgotten to take off in his haste to knock. ]
[It's not as if the dagger could do much harm anyway unless she really tried. It was a ceremonial blade more than anything, and given to her as a gift when she was a child. The same dagger she pulled out the night they met Byleth.
The moment Claude speaks her name that dagger lowers, and her eyes roll at his joke. For a brief moment Edelgard leans into that touch. A glimmer of softness as the tension seems to dissipate from her. However it doesn't take her long to return to her normally rigid and 'proper' posture as she steps back into the room to gesture he follow. Can't have a patrol guard spotting him and assuming he's up to something nefarious.]
And you, truly.
[She simply has to take a moment to calm down. After a majority of her life was spent under the exacting eye of her uncle, Edelgard is not one who finds calm easily.]
Feel free to get comfortable. I still have my hair to take care of.
[ By now Edelgard's adherence to formality just makes him smile fondly as he follows her inside, careful to shut and latch the door behind him. Leaning down, he goes about undoing his boots to set them out of the way and keep from tracking anything into her room, then follows her directions to drop down into an armchair with an exaggerated groan. ]
Gods. This has to be the best chair ever created.
[ Dramatic as always, though it really does feel much nicer to be reclining somewhat in a chair instead of spending hours upon hours of being in a saddle. Not that he has anyone to blame for that travel schedule besides himself, but still. Claude pulls off his gloves and tucks them into his bag next to his chair, then considers something briefly before standing up again. ]
I'm going to wash up a bit while you focus on your hair, if you don't mind.
[ As he passes the vanity, Claude leans over to kiss the top of her hair with a quick smile at her in the mirror then continues on his way to the bathroom. A quick rummage in his bag produces some clothes to change that aren't ones he spent a whole day in. Though something else crosses his mind as he pours some water into a wash basin and unwraps a bar of soap he brought with him to not impose on Edelgard's supplies too much, and he calls back over his shoulder in her direction: ]
On a scale of one to 'and he met with an incredibly unfortunate fate', how livid is Hubert going to be when he finds out I got past your guards? In general but also at me, specifically. And the guards though I guess that part goes without saying.
[Not to impose, as if Edelgard's typical floral and citrusy preferences wouldn't clash with his more woodsy smoke-like scent. Either way, the little kiss atop her crown gets Edelgard to smile ever so slightly, and it can be heard in her voice when she replies while brushing a scented oil through her hair to protect it.]
Livid? Oh, you misunderstand. I am sure he'll take it as a challenge to catch you next time. I believe he views you more as an esteemed rival than an enemy.
[Honestly Edelgard finds the banter between them both quite charming. Though she's not sure being in the middle of it would be any better than being in the middle of an argument between Ferdinand and Hubert.
The hair strengthening oil she brushes through her locks is mixed with essential oils. A little aromatherapy to try and keep nightmares from the past at bay. Lavender, chamomile, and tonka bean are the main notes. It's a soothing scent, but whether it works really depends on how stressful the day was as a whole.]
[ The proclamation that Hubert has an even vaguely positive view of him makes Claude pause with washcloth still in hand and wonder if he's heard Edelgard correctly. ]
If that's the case, tell him his jokes could use some work to sound more like actual jokes and less like threats where I should sleep with one eye open.
[ Amusement can be heard plainly in his words considering they're both well aware Hubert will continue to be Hubert in all his (mostly) menacing glory. And, because of that, with no changes whatsoever. Edelgard has a point it'll likely result in some obstacles lying in wait for him whenever he chooses to arrive in a decidedly unconventional way like tonight. Maybe it's unfair to whatever Hubert's future plans might be that she's even given him a heads up about it, but as he finishes washing up, changes clothes, and heads back out into the room he's certainly not going to point that out. ]
But so long as you agree there'll be a next time, that's all I care about.
[ It's tempting to distract her from her routine yet again, but Claude thinks better of it and instead sits back into the same armchair as before. This time he leans back after running a hand through his hair, then props his hand back behind his head while he watches her work. ]
[Does Hubert's "playful" banter really upset him? With the way they volley back and forth Edelgard wouldn't have been surprised if Claude came here for Hubert to challenge his intelligence rather than for her. Then again... it's hard to take anything Hubert does as playful when he has a voice like that and a face like that. Edelgard can only recognize it because she's known him for so long.
Once she's done combing the oils through her hair so that it's soft and shiny evenly all over rather than a greasy mess, Edelgard plaits her locks so that all that hair doesn't get tangled overnight. Only the bits of shorter hair that hangs around her face to frame it are left out.]
Long month, actually. There's a lot of work to be done before I can finally abdicate from this throne.
I'm guessing that means you don't want to talk about trade agreements tonight, huh.
[ If she happens to glance his direction, Edelgard will find a smile present on his face that makes it clear he's kidding. Well - mostly, considering his father had jokingly suggested Claude attempt something like this. To which Claude had promptly declined, but it won't stop him from joking about it. There's plenty of time to talk about their respective work in the future.
And the temptation to ask if that busy workload means no visits to Almyra any time soon is there, but he sets it aside. Better to focus on what time they do have now considering it's just barely started. ]
If you want a distraction, I brought a new board game for you to try. Not quite as complicated as chess in some ways, but still has a good amount of strategy. Which is to say, [ he adds with a grin, ] that I think you'll beat me at it in no time.
[Truly? He's much better at strategy than she is. It's frustrating at times, but just being able to keep up with Claude's clever and inventive mind is a feat in-and-of itself. She always welcomes the challenge to help her grow and get better.
Edelgard stands to join him by the chair, and settles herself by leaning on its armrest.]
Perhaps tomorrow. Tonight, just you.
[With one scarred hand she cups his cheek and turns his face toward her. A soft kiss on the lips is what he receives, but it's brief despite her continuing to linger close.]
[ Claude watches her approach, offers up a small smile as he drops the arm propped behind his head back down to his side. He reaches up to place a hand over the one she has resting against his face as he leans into her palm, eager to return that kiss. Short as it is, it still sends the same thrill through him as always and afterwards he murmurs, ] Oh, I like that answer so much more.
[ And because that first kiss was too short for his liking, he steals another brief one. With a quick squeeze to her hand before he shifts his grip to lace his fingers through hers, Claude pulls her forward gently to have her join him properly in the chair. However Edelgard chooses to, he'll wrap his arms around her waist to keep her close. ]
I missed you more than I can even say.
[ Because he for once has no words, or because there aren't any strong enough? Maybe both. Or maybe it's a minor vulnerability in his armor of always keeping things at arms' length, one he's willing to show only to her as he brushes his lips along her jaw. ]
Look, it is a pretty notable accomplishment. Might be worth making sure it gets included in the history books whenever they're written.
[ All lighthearted - aside from the part where he fully believes Edelgard will be in history books, since that part wasn't actually him being insincere - and with one last kiss to her jaw Claude sits back to be able to see her properly. ]
Just so you know, I'm purposefully not saying a terrible line based off 'lovely parts of Adrestia' right now even though it's a struggle.
[ A smirk crosses his face then that says he knows telling her about it is more or less the same thing as just saying the horrendously sentimental line outright, but hey. He has the ability to use some restraint rattling around in there somewhere. ]
Any chance you can take a working vacation and we can go see some of those spots if they're not across the continent?
[A small hum resonates in her throat as she nestles in against him. Resting her head in the crook of his neck.]
The reason I am so tired tonight is because I've been working overtime since you told me your arrival date. I'm about a week or so ahead of schedule now, so I should be able to spare some time for a tour.
[With her fingers interlaced with his, Edelgard brings his hand up to her lips and kisses the knuckles on the back of his palm.]
[ The kiss to the back of his hand brings yet another smile to his face as Claude leans down to rest his cheek against her forehead. ]
Don't push yourself too hard. You know I can always entertain myself for a bit if you have things you have to take care even during a visit. Besides, it's been a little while since I've horrified Ferdinand by being terribly improper, [ said in his best (entirely friendly) impression of Ferdinand's general exuberance towards everything the noble does - ] so I always look forward to that.
[ While speaking Claude also unwinds his arm from around her waist just enough to run his hand idly up and down her back in no particular pattern. ]
But getting to have as much time with you as I can always outranks tormenting Ferdinand, just for the record.
An... itinerary. [ He repeats that slowly, pauses with his hand still flat against her back while he absorbs that statement. ] Edelgard. Are you saying you've already planned out our time together? Time that's supposed to be time off for you?
[ If it sounds like he's trying not to laugh, that's because he's desperately trying not to. That she sounds so delighted by having done this only adds to it for him. ]
When you come to visit, I'm intentionally not scheduling anything we're doing beforehand. You're gonna take a vacation from planning then, too.
[Lifting off Claude, Edelgard sits upright to give him an incredulous look.]
But how are you supposed to get done everything you won't if it's not planned out?
[See... this is why she needs someone like Claude, Dorothea, Linhardt — or even Hubert. Though Hubert would be the unique case of either planning it out for her, or being so much stiffer than she is that Edelgard breaks her mold to make sure they both don't shrivel up like raisins from overwork.]
[ It's that look of utter disbelief she gives him that finally makes it impossible to hold his laughter back. ]
Easy. You just decide what you want to do when you wake up that morning, and you go do it. Or maybe you decide you don't want to do anything that day besides relax, and that's okay too.
[ Claude clears his throat to compose himselfe and tries to look serious then - and mostly fails that miserably. ]
Also, I'm officially banning anyone from my court from trying to help you plan things if you think you're gonna get around the lack of schedule when you're there.
[Never has he forced a pout from her quicker! Edelgard's expression twists as her lips purse and brows crease. With a huff she slips out of his lap to climb into bed.]
Very well. I will just have to show you the superior experience it is having it all planned out.
[ Oh no. That Edelgard very clearly sulks before getting up and leaving him behind only makes Claude snicker again, even as he's standing up himself to follow. ]
Wait a minute, tell me about your plans for now first.
[ He climbs into bed after her and leans down to first press an apologetic kiss to her shoulder right before launching back into immediately teasing her as he props himself up on an elbow with his best look of faux concentration. ]
How scheduled are we talking? Like, is there a specific hour designated for making Ferdinand be appalled and another one for beating Hubert at chess, or just a general day where those fit in?
[At first she thinks he's being sincere, but it's quickly very clear he's teasing again. Her frown becomes harsher.]
You have just scheduled your demise, Claude.
[Just short of lunging at him, Edelgard grabs his shoulders to pin his back on the mattress and straddle him. While her weight may not be at all threatening, her strength makes up for it.]
Wish to beg for mercy before you feel my wrath?
[She's frustrated with him, but she knows he's only trying to poke fun. Which is why these threats are (mostly) empty.]
[ Claude doesn't get to finish his verbal stamp of approval about her schedule pun before he's suddenly pinned on his back. Of course that motion comes with an exaggerated oof from him like Edelgard's kicked him all the way out onto the floor instead of just rolling him over.
Still, he peers up at her for just a second like he's seriously thinking over his options. ]
Nope, not even a little bit. [ He brings his hands up to rest on her knees, taps his fingertips against her legs lightly. ] Maybe I like being at your mercy on any given day. And your wrath, too.
[ Is he just being obnoxious? Maybe. He'll never tell. (He probably will.) ]
[Oh, well then. He is certainly asking for it, isn't he? One of her scarred hands runs through his hair before gripping the locks with her fist. Just enough to guide Claude to tilt his head so she can descend on him. Harsh teeth meet the soft skin of his throat as she bites down. Just hard enough to bruise. And to make sure that sticks she sucks hard before lathing at the spot with her tongue to soothe it.]
[ The hand finding purchase in his hair tells him exactly what he's in for before it happens, and as Edelgard's teeth sink into his neck Claude's quick to tilt his head back even further out of the way to offer up more space. ]
If your wrath is your teeth, I'm changing my answer from maybe to definitely liking it.
[ A very pleased hum leaves him as her lips and tongue replace her teeth, and he trails his hands up her sides before wrapping his arms around Edelgard to keep her close. ]
And if I keep teasing you about your schedule, do I get another one of those?
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Lightning fast she grabs for the dagger on her vanity — having been seated there going through the motions of her haircare routine before he arrived. The light in her room obscures his image due to the glare on the glass. Cautiously Edelgard approaches the double glass doors, and opens it.
She didn't have time to put on gloves. Tonight she wears a long sleeved nightgown in white with floral embroidery in pale violet that matches her eyes. Its soft and innocent visage is a far cry from the nasty purpled and marred skin of her hands. Sure, some of the lighter scars have turned pale, but the deeper cuts make the skin rough and uneven. It's so bad that sometimes she has difficulty discerning textures since scar tissue isn't as sensitive.]
...Claude.
[The way she exhales is part exasperation, and part relief.]
You're lucky I didn't lunge first.
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But lucky she didn't lunge first? He has a smart remark ready to go for that, until the lights inside glint off the dagger in his peripheral vision and he looks down to see it aimed his direction. Ah. Right. Unfortunately for Edelgard, that only swaps what he had in mind for something worse. ]
Why, Edelgard. Is that a dagger in your hand, or are you just happy to see me? [ No shame. Which the grin on his face says as much, but it's hard to get upset about yet another weapon being pointed his way or a potential, exaggerated brush with death when there's been so many in his life to date. Just add this one to the list. ] I'll take you holding a dagger over being on the wrong end of your axe. I'm not real eager to repeat that one any time soon.
[ When he's (reasonably) sure she isn't going to stab him anyway just for being obnoxious on top of interrupting what was hopefully a calm night for her, Claude reaches up to cradle one side of her face with a hand still in riding gloves he'd forgotten to take off in his haste to knock. ]
It's good to see you too, by the way.
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The moment Claude speaks her name that dagger lowers, and her eyes roll at his joke. For a brief moment Edelgard leans into that touch. A glimmer of softness as the tension seems to dissipate from her. However it doesn't take her long to return to her normally rigid and 'proper' posture as she steps back into the room to gesture he follow. Can't have a patrol guard spotting him and assuming he's up to something nefarious.]
And you, truly.
[She simply has to take a moment to calm down. After a majority of her life was spent under the exacting eye of her uncle, Edelgard is not one who finds calm easily.]
Feel free to get comfortable. I still have my hair to take care of.
[And maybe the routine will help her wind down.]
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Gods. This has to be the best chair ever created.
[ Dramatic as always, though it really does feel much nicer to be reclining somewhat in a chair instead of spending hours upon hours of being in a saddle. Not that he has anyone to blame for that travel schedule besides himself, but still. Claude pulls off his gloves and tucks them into his bag next to his chair, then considers something briefly before standing up again. ]
I'm going to wash up a bit while you focus on your hair, if you don't mind.
[ As he passes the vanity, Claude leans over to kiss the top of her hair with a quick smile at her in the mirror then continues on his way to the bathroom. A quick rummage in his bag produces some clothes to change that aren't ones he spent a whole day in. Though something else crosses his mind as he pours some water into a wash basin and unwraps a bar of soap he brought with him to not impose on Edelgard's supplies too much, and he calls back over his shoulder in her direction: ]
On a scale of one to 'and he met with an incredibly unfortunate fate', how livid is Hubert going to be when he finds out I got past your guards? In general but also at me, specifically. And the guards though I guess that part goes without saying.
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Livid? Oh, you misunderstand. I am sure he'll take it as a challenge to catch you next time. I believe he views you more as an esteemed rival than an enemy.
[Honestly Edelgard finds the banter between them both quite charming. Though she's not sure being in the middle of it would be any better than being in the middle of an argument between Ferdinand and Hubert.
The hair strengthening oil she brushes through her locks is mixed with essential oils. A little aromatherapy to try and keep nightmares from the past at bay. Lavender, chamomile, and tonka bean are the main notes. It's a soothing scent, but whether it works really depends on how stressful the day was as a whole.]
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If that's the case, tell him his jokes could use some work to sound more like actual jokes and less like threats where I should sleep with one eye open.
[ Amusement can be heard plainly in his words considering they're both well aware Hubert will continue to be Hubert in all his (mostly) menacing glory. And, because of that, with no changes whatsoever. Edelgard has a point it'll likely result in some obstacles lying in wait for him whenever he chooses to arrive in a decidedly unconventional way like tonight. Maybe it's unfair to whatever Hubert's future plans might be that she's even given him a heads up about it, but as he finishes washing up, changes clothes, and heads back out into the room he's certainly not going to point that out. ]
But so long as you agree there'll be a next time, that's all I care about.
[ It's tempting to distract her from her routine yet again, but Claude thinks better of it and instead sits back into the same armchair as before. This time he leans back after running a hand through his hair, then props his hand back behind his head while he watches her work. ]
Long day today?
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Once she's done combing the oils through her hair so that it's soft and shiny evenly all over rather than a greasy mess, Edelgard plaits her locks so that all that hair doesn't get tangled overnight. Only the bits of shorter hair that hangs around her face to frame it are left out.]
Long month, actually. There's a lot of work to be done before I can finally abdicate from this throne.
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[ If she happens to glance his direction, Edelgard will find a smile present on his face that makes it clear he's kidding. Well - mostly, considering his father had jokingly suggested Claude attempt something like this. To which Claude had promptly declined, but it won't stop him from joking about it. There's plenty of time to talk about their respective work in the future.
And the temptation to ask if that busy workload means no visits to Almyra any time soon is there, but he sets it aside. Better to focus on what time they do have now considering it's just barely started. ]
If you want a distraction, I brought a new board game for you to try. Not quite as complicated as chess in some ways, but still has a good amount of strategy. Which is to say, [ he adds with a grin, ] that I think you'll beat me at it in no time.
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Edelgard stands to join him by the chair, and settles herself by leaning on its armrest.]
Perhaps tomorrow. Tonight, just you.
[With one scarred hand she cups his cheek and turns his face toward her. A soft kiss on the lips is what he receives, but it's brief despite her continuing to linger close.]
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[ And because that first kiss was too short for his liking, he steals another brief one. With a quick squeeze to her hand before he shifts his grip to lace his fingers through hers, Claude pulls her forward gently to have her join him properly in the chair. However Edelgard chooses to, he'll wrap his arms around her waist to keep her close. ]
I missed you more than I can even say.
[ Because he for once has no words, or because there aren't any strong enough? Maybe both. Or maybe it's a minor vulnerability in his armor of always keeping things at arms' length, one he's willing to show only to her as he brushes his lips along her jaw. ]
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Causing the most chatty man on earth to go speechless? Perhaps my greatest accomplishment yet.
[The laughter that bubbles up from her is light, and increases when he starts touching his lips to her jaw.]
I am glad you could make it. There are some parts of Adrestia that are most lovely this time of year.
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[ All lighthearted - aside from the part where he fully believes Edelgard will be in history books, since that part wasn't actually him being insincere - and with one last kiss to her jaw Claude sits back to be able to see her properly. ]
Just so you know, I'm purposefully not saying a terrible line based off 'lovely parts of Adrestia' right now even though it's a struggle.
[ A smirk crosses his face then that says he knows telling her about it is more or less the same thing as just saying the horrendously sentimental line outright, but hey. He has the ability to use some restraint rattling around in there somewhere. ]
Any chance you can take a working vacation and we can go see some of those spots if they're not across the continent?
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The reason I am so tired tonight is because I've been working overtime since you told me your arrival date. I'm about a week or so ahead of schedule now, so I should be able to spare some time for a tour.
[With her fingers interlaced with his, Edelgard brings his hand up to her lips and kisses the knuckles on the back of his palm.]
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Don't push yourself too hard. You know I can always entertain myself for a bit if you have things you have to take care even during a visit. Besides, it's been a little while since I've horrified Ferdinand by being terribly improper, [ said in his best (entirely friendly) impression of Ferdinand's general exuberance towards everything the noble does - ] so I always look forward to that.
[ While speaking Claude also unwinds his arm from around her waist just enough to run his hand idly up and down her back in no particular pattern. ]
But getting to have as much time with you as I can always outranks tormenting Ferdinand, just for the record.
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[Of course she did. Edelgard certainly is the type to over plan a vacation. She looks proud of herself. Like a bird who just finished preening.]
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[ If it sounds like he's trying not to laugh, that's because he's desperately trying not to. That she sounds so delighted by having done this only adds to it for him. ]
When you come to visit, I'm intentionally not scheduling anything we're doing beforehand. You're gonna take a vacation from planning then, too.
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But how are you supposed to get done everything you won't if it's not planned out?
[See... this is why she needs someone like Claude, Dorothea, Linhardt — or even Hubert. Though Hubert would be the unique case of either planning it out for her, or being so much stiffer than she is that Edelgard breaks her mold to make sure they both don't shrivel up like raisins from overwork.]
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Easy. You just decide what you want to do when you wake up that morning, and you go do it. Or maybe you decide you don't want to do anything that day besides relax, and that's okay too.
[ Claude clears his throat to compose himselfe and tries to look serious then - and mostly fails that miserably. ]
Also, I'm officially banning anyone from my court from trying to help you plan things if you think you're gonna get around the lack of schedule when you're there.
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Very well. I will just have to show you the superior experience it is having it all planned out.
[This is going to go horribly wrong, isn't it?]
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Wait a minute, tell me about your plans for now first.
[ He climbs into bed after her and leans down to first press an apologetic kiss to her shoulder right before launching back into immediately teasing her as he props himself up on an elbow with his best look of faux concentration. ]
How scheduled are we talking? Like, is there a specific hour designated for making Ferdinand be appalled and another one for beating Hubert at chess, or just a general day where those fit in?
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You have just scheduled your demise, Claude.
[Just short of lunging at him, Edelgard grabs his shoulders to pin his back on the mattress and straddle him. While her weight may not be at all threatening, her strength makes up for it.]
Wish to beg for mercy before you feel my wrath?
[She's frustrated with him, but she knows he's only trying to poke fun. Which is why these threats are (mostly) empty.]
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[ Claude doesn't get to finish his verbal stamp of approval about her schedule pun before he's suddenly pinned on his back. Of course that motion comes with an exaggerated oof from him like Edelgard's kicked him all the way out onto the floor instead of just rolling him over.
Still, he peers up at her for just a second like he's seriously thinking over his options. ]
Nope, not even a little bit. [ He brings his hands up to rest on her knees, taps his fingertips against her legs lightly. ] Maybe I like being at your mercy on any given day. And your wrath, too.
[ Is he just being obnoxious? Maybe. He'll never tell. (He probably will.) ]
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If your wrath is your teeth, I'm changing my answer from maybe to definitely liking it.
[ A very pleased hum leaves him as her lips and tongue replace her teeth, and he trails his hands up her sides before wrapping his arms around Edelgard to keep her close. ]
And if I keep teasing you about your schedule, do I get another one of those?
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Mm, if this is a reward rather than punishment... perhaps I should ignore you instead. With enough determination the cold shoulder might be effective.
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