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The monastery days finally fall back to the serene, familiar pattern that Seteth had become accustomed to since his arrival many years ago. The busy buzz of students running about as they talk about their mundane school life, the two certain faculty members finally talking (bickering) with each other once again, and the knights standing guard at their usual spot instead of the high alert he had seen them pose the past month. What’s especially important, was that all the worry that had once flushed his face of any color had finally subsided with the return of Flayn in his arms.
He remembers holding her unconscious form after Byleth and the Black Eagles had found her in Jeritza’s room, thankfully unhurt, and his body trembling from both happiness and the worry finally washing away that had affected his morale the entire month. He felt the warm hand of the Professor touching his shoulder, and though her expression remained stoic, he knew that she is here because she cares about Flayn, to reassure him even when the evidence is right there, that Flayn is alright and well. And she is not wrong, because Flayn awakens after a few moments, and her expressions shift from tiredness, to surprise, and finally to happiness as she sees the relieved face of her brother, the professor, and the Black Eagles class. She shouts gleefully for her brother and embraces him in a warm hug, one that Seteth really needed and happily returns.
He speaks to Byleth the next night after Flayn’s return, expressing his gratitude to her for rescuing his sister but also concerned that if they were to continue staying here, her life could be in grave danger. However Flayn had intervened in their conversation, and pleaded for them to stay in the monastery. She spoke her wish to join Byleth’s class, with the assurance that the older woman would keep her safe. Seteth, unable to say no while also finding himself unable to distrust Byleth anymore, accepts her proposal, and Byleth assures him with a nod that she will do everything within her power to keep Flayn happy and safe.
It had been two weeks since then, and although he only sees Flayn during the school break hours and nighttime since joining the Black Eagles class nowadays, every opportunity they do get to see each other is filled with Flayn’s stories of the classes she took that day and the activities she did with her classmates. From taking study sessions with Ferdinand and Petra, to spending teatime with Dorothea and Caspar. But quite interestingly, Flayn spends a lot of time with the professor as well, whether it was for extra study lessons to snack time in the dining hall.
Seteth’s thoughts turn back to the paperwork sprawled out in front of him and he scratches his head in frustration at the heavy pile before him. The job of the archbishop’s right hand man is never easy, and the proof is right there before his very eyes. He can even feel his lower body ache from sitting for too long. He huffs out disappointingly, knowing that now is the time to call for a break, even if he wants to stay a little longer and finish up today’s paperwork. Seteth stands up from his chair, doing a few easy stretches, and heads out of his office to take a relaxing stroll around the monastery.
It was a beautiful, cloudy afternoon in the monastery. The wind is cool to the touch as it breezes by Seteth’s cheek, but it’s also calming enough that he can understand why he sees many students outside either playing board games on the grass, sketching in their sketchbooks, or knitting scarves for the upcoming winter season. Normally, he would scold them for not spending this time to study or training, but today is an off day for the students, hence his more lax treatment towards them.
He passes by the empty classrooms of the three houses, the dining hall which is filled to the brim with students and some of the staff working in the monastery, and out to the area where the greenhouse and pier are located. The familiar scent of fish makes him nostalgic unsurprisingly, reminding him of even simpler times. But now isn’t the time to reminiscence of what had been, as his eyes to something...quite surprising. As he heads closer and closer to the pier, he sees two familiar figures sitting at the edge, holding onto fishing rods as they wait for their catch to come for their baits in the water. It’s Flayn and Byleth, with the former talking about something he can’t hear, while the latter quietly listens to her chatting away, a slight smile curved on her lips.
Curious, Seteth walks up to them from behind, and upon setting foot onto the wooden platform, both Flayn and Byleth turn around to see the older man heading for their direction. Flayn’s face lightens up to a smile, while Byleth stares at him, half looking at him like she’s analyzing him but also in awe to see him here of all places.
“Brother, good afternoon!” Flayn greets him happily, “What brings you here?”
Seteth gives her a fond smile, “Ah, I’m just here to take a stroll around the monastery. How are you? I’m surprised to see that you’re out fishing with the Professor.”
Flayn’s lips curve to an elated grin, “That’s because she loves fishing! And we usually spend our time fishing here in the pier during the off days, don’t we, Professor?”
Byleth only nods as a reply, and before Seteth could inquire about how Flayn is doing in her classes, the professor feels a forceful tug on her fishing rod.
Immediately, her grip on the rod tightens, and the duo watch in awe as she stands up and pulls on her rod with a mighty force. The strength of her pull causes whatever had caught her bait to splash out of the water and fly up to the sky, still attached to the string on the rod. Neither Seteth nor Flayn can’t take their eyes away from the scene before them, their mouths left agape. Byleth raises her arms up to the sky, and a gigantic fish lands on her arms with a squishy thud.
“You caught a bullhead!” Flayn exclaims excitedly, scrambling as she stands up to get a closer look at the fish in the professor’s arms, her fishing rod left to the side and forgotten. Byleth nods once again and smiles, although a bit more wider than the one Seteth had seen her have earlier.
Seteth stands still in place, left in awe by how good (and surprisingly...cool) she was during the whole ordeal of her catching the bullhead. He finally shuts his mouth close after a few more moments, before turning to face the two who now seem to be focused on discussing...dinner plans?
“This bullhead would be a great meal for dinner! Don’t you think so, Professor?” Flayns asks excitedly, tugging on the side of Byleth’s coat.
Byleth seems to be unbothered by Flayn’s excitement, but she continues to smile at her and it somehow radiates brightly that it blinds Seteth. It was a rare occasion to see the almost always stoic professor smiling, even more so multiple times in one day. Flayn must be blessed because she seems to have the most opportunities to see her smile everyday, and if it makes Flayn happy to spend time with the professor and have more chances to see the professor smiling, then Seteth is happy too.
“Brother!” Flayn calls out to Seteth with the tap of his shoulder. He looks up to see that Byleth is now heading for the stairs to the dining hall, and Flayn is beside him with an excited expression on her face, “The Professor and I will be heading to the dining hall to cook dinner. Although I have no confidence in my cooking skills, I am curious to see how the Professor prepares the dish. Will you be heading back to work?”
“Yes, Flayn. I really don’t plan to stay here for so long.” Seteth explains to her, and Flayn nods.
“That’s quite alright. I will see you during dinner then! I promise to give you one of the meals cooked by the Professor and I. Farewell!”
Flayn waves to her brother goodbye and turns to follow the Professor, who is waiting for her by the steps, the fish still being held tightly in her arms. Seteth watches as Flayn and Byleth head for the dining hall and disappear from the door.
With the two out of his sight, he feels his lips tug to a sincere smile, elated to see that Flayn is enjoying her time in the monastery. Surprisingly, he is also glad to see that Byleth is changing as well. Since the first time they had come eye to eye, he had doubts about her presence and her very nature. She is stoic, quiet, and very...unreadable, it was almost scary. But over time in the past months, he finds himself watching her slowly change in the most subtle ways. A slight curve on her lips to form a smile or frown, her eyes widening in surprise or softening in sympathy, and the occasional small gestures from a head pat or a wave. It was...nice to see her beginning to express herself more, and even Jeralt says so one time when he found himself eating lunch with him as company.
Seteth begins to walk once more, satisfied with his stroll around the monastery today. However he decides to pass by the monastery’s greenhouse, admiring the flowers and greenery all around him and wanting to take in a bit of the beauty of nature, before returning to work.
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Dinner time comes just as Seteth finishes his huge load of paperwork for the day. He hears the rumbling grumble of his stomach, signalling his now apparent hunger for food. He fixes the contents on his desk and office quickly, setting aside unneeded files and letters from the other priests from all around Fodlan. He finally finishes up, and satisfied with the cleanliness of his office, he heads out for the dining hall.
The moment Seteth sets foot in the entrance of the dining hall to partake in dinner, he is greeted by Flayn’s cheery demeanor. Beside her, he sees Byleth holding a tray of what seems to be Swift Fish Gratin, which he assumes was cooked from the Bullhead that Byleth had caught earlier this afternoon.
“Good evening, Brother.” Flayn greets him, “Like I promised, here’s the meal the Professor and I cooked. I hope you enjoy it!”
Byleth hands him the dish, and Seteth can already smell how delicious it would be. He can feel his hunger worsening, but he pushes it back deep in the recesses of his mind. With a soft smile, his hands reach out for the dish in Byleth’s hand and he accepts it, “Thank you, Professor.”
She only nods in response, but there’s a smile etched on her face when she does so. There it is again , he thinks to himself. Flayn waves him farewell once again, and the two walk back together to one of the tables, which Seteth notices to be occupied by the Black Eagles class. He watches them take their seats, with their meals already placed on the table in front of them and already engaged in conversation with the rest of the class.
Satisfied with the thought that Flayn will have a fulfilling dinner with her classmates and professor, Seteth makes his way to the table where the other faculty and some of the members of the Knights of Seiros.
He spots the familiar tall figures of Hanneman and Manuela who are, as he comes closer, bickering once again. Probably about how creepy Hanneman’s Crest research is, which...Seteth can’t really fault Manuela for thinking that. Seteth groans internally as he sits down, unfortunately with the furious Hanneman whose attention is all on Manuela on his left, and slightly fortunately, with the happy Catherine on his right, who is busy engaging in a conversation about battle tactics with Shamir. Sitting across from him, Alois tries to lighten up the mood between the arguing professors, his hands shaking the infuriated Manuela’s shoulders who is sitting next to him, in hopes to calm her down.
Ignoring the ongoing fight beside him, Seteth mumbles a short prayer of thanks before digging in. He takes a spoonful of the gratin and as soon as he takes in a bite, his eyes widen in surprise. It...tastes good, really really good. The cheesy flavor of the gratin blends well with the fish and leaves a rich taste in his mouth. Seteth takes in another spoonful, and his taste buds explode at how much more flavorful it is than the first time. The cooking of the meal is wonderful, both Byleth and Flayn have outdone themselves with the meal.
His eyes peer over to the table at the other side of the room, watching the Black Eagles’ table growing lively with their shenanigans. He sees Byleth and Edelgard, conversing about something with a map laid out on the table. Seteth assumes that they are talking about their tactics for the next mission, which happens to be the annual Battle of the Eagle and Lion. Hubert sits beside Edelgard as usual, silently listening to them and sometimes chiming in to the conversation as well. He sees Caspar, who is fooling around with a mouthful of food and Linhardt seemingly trying to calm him down. There is Petra, who is conversing with Flayn about something, and Seteth assumes it’s about the meal she cooked with Byleth, because Petra’s finger is pointing at it. Lastly, he sees Ferdinand who is (unknowingly to him) pestering Dorothea once again, and with Dorothea’s obvious unamused expression, she just wants to enjoy her meal in peace. All in all, the activity in the Black Eagles house is the same as always.
Seteth’s gaze falls back once more on Byleth, who remains stoic throughout her conversation with the next emperor of the Adrestrian Empire and her right hand man. When Edelgard stops talking to focus on eating her meal for a brief moment, Byleth turns her head and she catches Seteth’s gaze on her.
For a moment, their eyes lock on each other, green eyes staring back at blue, before Byleth smiles ( smiles, it’s a beautiful smile ), and waves her hand to him. The tips of his ears heat up at the sudden gesture, but Seteth manages to return a wave to her. Happy with their brief interaction, Byleth’s expression turns neutral once more and she returns to conversing with her students.
Seteth resumes to eat his meal quickly, unsure why he’s gotten so...flustered over a smile from Byleth, the new professor, of all things. But he pushes away the thought of that smile into the depths of his mind. He finishes eating his meal as fast as he can, with Hanneman and Manuela still fighting, their meals barely touched. Seteth grunts disappointingly over their immature behavior, and he stands up to put away his plate and tray so he can quickly leave the dining hall before anything more nonsensical happens.
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Despite all of the queasy feelings he has about her from his gut, Seteth finds himself drawn to her.
Or rather, Byleth starts inviting him to meals or tea or choir practice more often, usually with Flayn tagging along. It’s gotten to the point that thrice a week, he would be invited by her to go fishing with her and Flayn, and he can’t deny that he has a great time fishing with them. Byleth is quite a formidable person when it comes to fishing, never failing to lose her catch no matter how strong the fish is in trying to pull away. And after every successful fishing day, he finds himself sharing a meal with them in the dining hall, feasting on their latest catch while also delighting himself in her cooking.
And with each passing day, his trust in her continues to grow. He even trusts her enough to tell him of his true relationship with Flayn, his daughter , and that is something he never thought he would tell a human. Ever .
Secretly, he thinks to himself, that he hopes that days like these would go on forever, where the three of them can just relax by the pier, fishing and talking about their day. But also, Seteth wishes to learn even more about the professor, who still remains a mystery to him no matter how much they bond everyday. He wants to unravel more of her secrets, to know what she likes and dislikes, or to know her dreams and fears.
Unfortunately, now is not one of those days to relax and unwind, as the Millenium Festival has come, and with it, comes the night of merriment and festivities. The orchestra’s music resound all around the ballroom, a call for the students to dance.
In all honesty, Seteth isn’t one to participate on occasions like these, as if you try to look for him, you’ll just end up spotting him at the corner of the room, watching over all the excitement with a watchful eye. And although he is supposed to keep watch, he can’t help but turn his gaze often to a happy Flayn, who is dancing with Byleth, with the latter taking careful steps as she helps lead Flayn around. When he sees Flayn’s smile as she twirls around gracefully with Byleth, he can’t help but let a smile form on his own lips. Being able to see Flayn happy and smiling is one of his joys, and Byleth does a good job in making sure she always does.
When they finish dancing, Flayn is still bountiful with energy. Seteth watches as she makes quick footsteps for the buffet table, where many different types of food are being served. Meanwhile, Byleth blends back into the background, though Seteth can still see her dark blue green hair bouncing through the crowd and exiting out of the ballroom.
Huh, where is she running off to? , Seteth ponders.
Both curious and worried about where she had gone, he finds himself following her path to wherever she’s run off to. He takes small and quiet steps as he trails after her figure, worried that he may scare her off if he would be loud. They pass through the too eerily quiet monastery blanketed in the night, with the stars twinkling above them.
Byleth’s path leads him to the Goddess Tower, and Seteth finds it odd. But he shrugs it off and follows her inside with the intent to figure out her purpose for entering. He remains quiet as he climbs up the stone staircase, and upon reaching the top floor, he finds her all alone. She looks out at the wide window from the tower, overlooking the monastery below. It’s obvious to see where the ball is taking place, as the building’s window ceiling is illuminated by it’s bright light. But the lone, lively building aside, the moon shines brightly tonight, it’s light shining on the professor’s stoic face.
Seteth’s breath hitches at the sight, and a squeak is heard, which catches Byleth’s attention. She turns to face the archbishop’s right hand man, a surprised expression etched on her face.
“Professor.” Seteth coughs out, “Forgive my intrusion, I simply saw you leaving the ball and I was curious to where you would go. I didn’t think you would be in the Goddess Tower, of all places.”
Byleth’s expression remains shocked before she speaks up, “...You won’t scold me, will you?”
Seteth chuckles and shakes his head, “Usually, yes. But I will make an exception tonight. Do not fret over it.”
A sigh of relief leaves her breath and she smiles gratefully at him, which somehow leaves Seteth breathless for a moment. The way the moonlight illuminates over her smiling face, was...mesmerizing, to say the least. He can feel his cheeks burn up, and he hopes quietly that Byleth can’t see him making such a shameful expression.
Like always, he buries up that blush, his thoughts, deep inside his mind, and masks it with a more confident expression.
“Actually, Profes—no, Byleth, I…” He starts to speak up again, and he can feel the professor’s gaze on him, “...would like to thank you. For taking care of Flayn, and how I’m glad to have gotten to know you more. Honestly, I had my doubts, but I am glad that I was wronged. You have proven yourself to not only be a trustworthy ally, but also...a friend.”
Byleth’s eyes widen for a moment, and Seteth worries that what he said may have been a little too much. But her lips curve to a lip, her eyes soften as she looks at Seteth with a fondness he never knew she would have.
“Seteth, I’m glad too. To have been...your friend.”
Seteth’s heart soars, happy to hear those words from her. He nods and returns a joyful smile to her. Together, under the moonlight in the chilly winter night of the Millenium Festival, they stand together inside the Goddess Tower in silence, looking out beyond the gates of the monastery and onto the forested area beyond. In the depths of Seteth’s mind, he quietly hopes once more for more peaceful days like these.
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But of course, nothing happy lasts forever. It all happens too quickly, too fast, that there’s no time to comprehend what happens.
At the end of the Ethereal Moon, Byleth’s father, Jeralt, is killed, and she remains closed off from the world for the month after.
Seteth barely sees her or gets to spend time with her during that month, and Flayn as well, who spends the month instead with either Seteth or her classmates. However, her cheery demeanor is lost when she spends time with them, and Seteth can’t deny that his morale had gone low as well.
At the end of the Guardian Moon, Byleth finds the young girl responsible for killing her father, but at the price of her dark blue-green hair changing to a pale green color, her purple eyes changed to a forest green color.
The moment she sets foot back to the monastery after returning from her mission, she gets bombarded with questions, questions, and even more questions from various students and even the members of the church over the new change of her hair. Seteth is skeptical over the change, and inquiries Rhea over it, but is only brushed off from his advances. So he snoops around, finding clues and hints on what could have caused her to change, not realizing that he hasn’t spent much time with Byleth because of it.
At the end of the Pegasus Moon, the Flame Emperor reveals herself to be Edelgard and betrays the entire class and the Church of Seiros, instigating a war against her once-were allies.
Amongst the chaos and war preparation, Seteth notices the worry over Byleth’s face, and wonders if it’s because she is going to fight Edelgard, her former student and probably someone she trusted so much.
At the end of the Lone Moon, Seteth and Byleth go to battle to protect the monastery from Edelgard’s army.
Before the start of the battle, Seteth reaches out for Byleth’s arm just as they leave for the battle ground, a worried expression etched on his face. He’s not sure himself why he did that, really, but he feels like he should say something, anything, before they face the beginning of a war.
“Professor, I...apologize for not being able to bond with you as much as you would like to in the past months.” Seteth begins, “But, I vow to be by your side from now on, and as such, I also vow to protect you in this battle. I promise .”
He hopes Byleth doesn’t notice the sort of seriousness in his tone when he makes the promise, and she probably didn’t, as Byleth smiles at him the same sweet smile she always gives him, “Thank you, Seteth.”
What Seteth doesn’t realize till later, as he watches her fall down from the deep canyon below her, that that would be the last time he would see her smile for a very long time. His face grows somber and furious at himself, realizing that he had failed his promise to protect her. And now she’s gone and hopefully not dead and he mulls over how he had failed to protect someone he had deeply cared about.
Again.
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And so, the years go by in a blur.
Fodlan falls into war, with the three kingdoms fallen under the discord of it all. The Adrestian Empire has taken up most of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, while the Leicester Alliance is on the verge of collapse over the divided opinion between those who support Edelgard and those who don’t.
Seteth finds himself back in the monastery, with Flayn in tow to look for something she had lost in the Holy Mausoleum. The man stands at the front of what once was the church altar, now ruined to shambles with piles of debris scattered around, waiting for his sister to return before heading back on the road to search for Rhea’s whereabouts.
He suddenly hears footsteps from behind him and alerted by the sound, he turns around ready to confront whoever has decided to come for him. But all the wariness he had washes away, as the familiar shocked face of Byleth greets him. His expression softens for a moment, then shifts quickly to surprise as well, and all the frustration over himself and worry over the professor he had felt during the past five years dissipates with just one look.
“Professor! You’re...alive?!” Seteth inquires with worry seeping through his tone.
“Yes, I...was asleep, for the past five years, I think.” Byleth tells him, obviously unsure if what she was saying was right, “It’s hard to explain in all honesty, I apologize.”
“No, please don’t apologize.” Seteth shakes his head and smiles at her, “I’m just...overjoyed, really, to see that you are alive and well. Flayn and I have worried about you for years, and to see that our worries are finally washed away seeing that you are actually here.”
Before more can be said, their little reunion gets interrupted by one of the guards that Seteth brought along with him and Flayn to the monastery informing them of bandits that were hiding in the Garreg Mach grounds below the monastery, stealing treasure and now running away with the treasure in tow. The two make their way to the area, with the intent to defeat the thieves and take back the stolen treasure.
Along the way, they receive unexpected help from the other Black Eagles students, who have returned to the monastery with the intent to fulfill the promise they made exactly five years ago today.
They successfully round up the bandits, and upon settling down, the Black Eagles of the Year 1181 reunite together in a warm embrace, with Byleth in the center of it all. Dorothea is in tears over the professor’s return, both Ferdinand and Petra proclaim her return as a miracle, Caspar is giving the tightest hug to the professor, and both Linhardt and Bernadetta express their happiness with a simple hug and smile. A little later, Seteth takes Byleth to see Flayn. The moment Flayn sees the professor, alive and well, she immediately pounces on her in an embrace, overjoyed to see her after years of longing. Byleth returns the hug, a sweet smile on her lips over the joy of seeing her favorite student.
“Professor, you’re alive!” Flayn exclaims happily, “Oh, thank the goddess.”
“I’m glad to see that you’re safe too, Flayn.” Byleth pats her head, her expression soft over the sight of a happy Flayn. Seteth stands by their side, overjoyed to see her daughter smiling once again and for the professor’s return.
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“Seteth?”
The man in question turns around to face the source of the familiar voice. He sees Byleth standing behind him, a smile curved on her lips and looking at Seteth with sincere eyes. His hand is already at the door knob to his room, with the intent to finally rest after spending all afternoon and evening catching up with the professor and her allies on the situation at hand, but he can spare a few minutes to have a quiet moment with her.
“Professor, what is the matter?” Seteth inquires.
Byleth shakes her head, “Nothing, none at all. I would just like to...thank you, for being here with me. I’m glad to have you by my side.”
I’m glad to have you by my side, the words repeat in his head.
Seteth can feel his cheeks heating up again, but he quickly flushes it down with the shake of his head, “No, please, let me thank you. It’s a miracle that you are here with us, to have you come back here after your five year long slumber, and for you to choose to be with us once again.”
Byleth’s eyes widen at the sincerity of his words, and she lets out a chuckle ( a chuckle ) and her smile widens.
“Well, I’m glad. I never...go back to what I believe in, and I believe in you, and Flayn, and to protect my students and all the friends I made in the monastery.” She briefly frowns over her next words, “Though it is regrettable that we must fight Edelgard and Hubert, and if there is a way we can somehow have them back, I would be glad. But...for now, we must do what we must.”
She faces Seteth once more, her smile returning to her lips, “Well, that is all I wish to speak with you. Good night, Seteth.”
Seteth nods, “Alright, good night Professor.”
He watches her form walk away to the staircase, possibly intending to return to her room for the night, until she disappears down the stairs and her footsteps no longer resound the halls. Seteth turns to the door to his sleeping quarters, entering quietly and locking the door after he steps inside. The smell of lavender greets his nostrils, possibly coming from the scents that Flayn had sprayed on his quarters when they had arrived.
He takes off his boots and changes into more comfortable clothes for the night, a simple white tunic made from soft cotton. He climbs onto bed and finally lays down for the night, the feeling of the soft mattress comforting his aching body after a long day of walking to the monastery and battling. In the silence of his room, he begins to ponder over the events of today.
Of all the things he had expected to happen upon his arrival in Garreg Mach, what he didn’t anticipate was Byleth’s return. Though the circumstances of where she had been the past five years still remain a mystery to both of you, her return was truly a miracle.
He had despaired over the loss of her, but with her return, Seteth can bring himself to smile again. Flayn as well is happy to have her back, and of course, her students and those in the Knights of Seiros are as well. Morale has boosted since her return, and he’s sure, deep in his heart, that with her return they can finally have a chance against the Empire.
Who knew that once upon a time, he had distrusted her so much, found himself disgusted at the thought of her presence in the monastery and wished for Rhea to have a better candidate for a professor. But oh, how wrong Seteth was, as Byleth had proven time and time again that she was a worthy ally to them all, and it was especially true when she had rescued Flayn back then from the hands of the Death Knight.
Seteth smiles to himself at the thought of the professor, his cheeks reddening and his heartbeat racing. Having her around truly makes his heart go alight. He trusts her deeply, he cares for her deeply, he…
...suddenly feels something itching on his throat.
Seteth sits up abruptly from his bed and begins to cough.
He clutches one hand tightly onto the soft, white blanket of his bed, his other hand grasping onto his neck as he feels an odd bump on his Adam’s apple. His throat burns up, the feeling of something soft but oh-so-badly-choking-him rising from within. It stupidly hurts for some reason, and Seteth feels so sick and Goddess, why is this happening ?!
He coughs and coughs and coughs really hard , and out from his lips, spills out three red petals. Camellias , he recognizes immediately.
Though it’s not just the flowers Seteth recognizes, but the circumstances of what is happening to him. This damned...curse or something, that he’s seen on a rare occasion in his lifetime. It’s got a hold of him, and unluckily, he knows why he’s feeling like this. Who makes him feel like this.
Seteth is so, so screwed.
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