A RP account for Hubert von Vestra from FE3H and FEW3H. Run by Starry. MDNI.
[Right. No choice. But just as he decides that, the sound of delicate footsteps approach, a raven haired teen in a dark coloured gown striding towards them, green eyes alight.]
‘It’s a spirit who has list its identity, and now feeds on negative emotions. Brother, kindly step +
[He finally wrenches himself free of the coat and tumbles forward with a gasp.]
What does it want?!
[Not the coat, it seems. The candles lining the walls flicker, and it rushes at Ferdinand again.]
Will you stop harassing the living? This is no place for you anymore.
[Right. No choice. But just as he decides that, the sound of delicate footsteps approach, a raven haired teen in a dark coloured gown striding towards them, green eyes alight.]
‘It’s a spirit who has list its identity, and now feeds on negative emotions. Brother, kindly step +
Will you stop harassing the living? This is no place for you anymore.
[He's yanked back again, hard enough to pop the buttons off his coat.]
[Now. How the fuck is he going to get this thing to give up without using dark magic, which he’s been trying not to use due to the whole…shortening his lifespan thing.]
Will you stop harassing the living? This is no place for you anymore.
[Now. How the fuck is he going to get this thing to give up without using dark magic, which he’s been trying not to use due to the whole…shortening his lifespan thing.]
[Definitely not interested in letting go, either. Ferdinand gets yanked back hard as he fights to undo the buttons.]
It– it came out of nowhere!
(Let him go,) [he commands in the tongue of the dead, a strange and unnatural language. This thing doesn’t listen. Definitely not a standard ghost.]
[Now. How the fuck is he going to get this thing to give up without using dark magic, which he’s been trying not to use due to the whole…shortening his lifespan thing.]
(Let him go,) [he commands in the tongue of the dead, a strange and unnatural language. This thing doesn’t listen. Definitely not a standard ghost.]
(Let him go,) [he commands in the tongue of the dead, a strange and unnatural language. This thing doesn’t listen. Definitely not a standard ghost.]
Go ahead.
Set my room on fire, should you dare.
Go ahead.
Set my room on fire, should you dare.
Yeah. That's what I thought. Don't test me.
The magic will prevent the fire and set Sylvain on fire in return.]
Go ahead.
Set my room on fire, should you dare.
The magic will prevent the fire and set Sylvain on fire in return.]
The magic will prevent the fire and set Sylvain on fire in return.]