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Edelgard sighs, resting her head on her arms at the counter of the coffeeshop, idly tracing the pattern of the woodgrain as she waits. It'd seemed like a good idea to come to Linhardt's work to get some tea on her own break but, the line had picked up after she ordered and Lin was close to nodding off again while taking orders, Caspar making the drinks loudly behind him, nudging his shoulder periodically to make sure he doesn't faceplant into the register. She's always found it to be a good idea to have something to drink, tea in her case (specifically bergamot) unlike Hubert with his coffee or Lysithea with her sugar concoctions that satisfy the other girl's sweet tooth temporarily if nothing else, when she has to go back to the library to research for her next project or pick up a shift at her own work (which is ??? what we just dont' knwo). The little joy the warm drink gives helps bring her through the rest of the day, when she starts feeling as though everything would be better if she could just go home and curl up and sleep the rest of the day away.
Sometimes Lin seems like he has a point, with his all naps.
Maybe she could ask him to help her with some of her research next time? See if his boss would let her cover one of his shifts or something so he could search through the books instead, or somehow get them both off so she could have his help at least... He's faster at it than she is, maybe because of how he'd gotten through their schooling with the minimum amount of reading outside of the projects that had fascinated him. The skimming and clever searches would help a lot even if nothing further than that....she'd want to go over anything past that that looked like it could be relevant anyway.
Doctors can't always be counted on to give you all the relevant information.
She sits up, stretching and arching her back, looping a small section of her hair around a finger and looking at it before shaking it free and getting to her feet. "Linhardt, Caspar. My tea?"
Caspar swears, pulling a large cup off a stack and immediately starting the process, the bag of bergamot and the little flavor pump of lavender she likes added sometimes put in the cup before the scorching water - she'll need to remove the bag when she sits back down so it doesn't oversteep - but the cup is slid in front of her a moment later, a cozy already slid around the outside to protect her hands from the heat a little. "Sorry, guess I missed it. Here you go, Edelgard."
"Take care that you don't forget another order, but thanks. You have my gratitude." She hadn't asked for the pump of lavender today, but that small kindness felt almost enough to make up for the lateness this time. It wasn't usual and they were rather busy, though she'd thought it'd picked up after her order so they wouldn't have from that but... It's not like she's worked here, maybe Caspar was making an order for pick-up or something and forgot to go back to her order when he'd finished. That could be the case, looking at the carryout containers packed with drinks he was moving around on the counter.
She carefully takes a sip, wincing at her scorched tongue and going back to her seat, waiting until she's seated to try and remove the lid to help it cool off. Getting the tea was important, and she is glad that it wasn't the case where they'd called her and she hadn't noticed but still, it was too hot to just start drinking right away. Maybe she should have asked for her tea for here instead of to go... They wouldn't have had to make it so hot then.
Edelgard hums idly, gently blowing on her tea as she traces the wood grain once more. Wasn't that new single coming out soon? The days had started to blend together but, if her project was due, then it'd also be coming out. Unless it was delayed.
She sighs, pushing herself to her feet, just barely jostling her drink, and brushing down her skirt as she turns back towards the counter.
Maybe a snack would help her focus her thoughts on her research, instead of whether or not she would be able to get a new album by Dorothea's group sooner rather than later. That's a detail to figure out, dorothea's group name, whether it's just dorothea (it's just dorothea as main fem lead sing at least)
The line isn't long anymore but, she's still behind a few people, and one of them... It isn't that strange to wear a mask, but the other woman doesn't sound like it's because she's sick. Maybe she doesn't want to get sick? Or maybe....
"Lin, is my order ready? I know it was busy when I sent it in but," the woman's shoulders heave in a big sigh-shrug, a hand reaching up to brush her bangs away from her eyes. "You know how rehearsal's get before performances. Gotta get our little fuel, right?" She flicks a finger in a half-point at him, a smile clear in her voice.
Linhardt nods slowly, fingers gliding over the screen of the register. "You know, I don't see why you can't take a day and decide to nap when you'd have rehearsal. Wouldn't that be a good use of this time?" He half turns, reaching for the carry containers. "Another long day?"
"Oh, nothing longer than usual. And you know I'd like to nap, but rehearsal is important. Practice makes everything come together after all." The woman flutters her fingers in a wave at Caspar over Linhardt's shoulder before she grabs the container, having paid while he'd talked. "Catch you another time, Caspar, Lin!" She turns on a heel to leave, long dark hair swirling around her like her skirts, humming a cheery tune as she cradles the drinks to leave.
Edelgard stares after her for a moment, forgetting to take a step toward the register until Caspar puts his hands on the counter to look over Lin's shoulder at her. "Hey, Earth to Edelgard! You want something else too?"
"Oh, that's right." She steps up, looking back over her shoulder again. "Does she come here often?"
That. wasn't what she was intending on asking. She flushes, face heating up to her ears as Caspar blinks around Linhardt.
"I mean, I'd like a berry tart. Please." and please dont ask about what she'd just said, but perhaps that might be too much to ask from this pair. If Linhardt was interested, he'd surely ask. When he's motivated, he's hard to stop.
He nods though, shrugging Caspar off to input the order and pointing him over to the case where the last ones to be fixed are. "Dorothea? She comes often enough. At least, someone from her group, they tend to do those orders around this time. Why?"
So that was Dorothea Arnault? She'd thought so, the mannerisms matched what she knows of her anyway. Even just speaking...her voice is nice. Nicer in person, maybe, than on the recordings she has of her songs. The Mittlefrank Opera's songs. Not just Dorothea's.
"So....'Lin', huh?" She offers her card.
He shrugs, accepting her payment. "She likes nicknames. We're friends, I think." Caspar slides the pastry on the counter next to him. "You know where the utensils are, please make sure to put them in the proper receptacle when you're done. If the tart and tea don't help you focus, maybe you need to take a nap-"
"-or a walk!" Caspar cuts in. "Not everything can be solved by taking naps, Linhardt. But he's right, if this doesn't help then maybe taking a rest or getting up and moving will help." He pumps a fist. "Get the energy out if you've got too much to focus on what you want."
Edelgard blinks, and her mouth curves into a small smile. "My thanks. I'll try that if this doesn't help."
Everyone's got different ways of trying to focus after all. She slides the pastry off the counter into her hand and places it next to her tea, walking across the small shop to the utensils to grab a fork and knife - and napkins. Perhaps another day she'd just pick the treat up and take bites out of it just like that, but not today.
She slides a notebook and pens out of her purse, setting them on the counter beside her refreshments and sighs again, flipping the notebook open to an empty page and taking a careful sip of her tea. Soon maybe, she'll be able to drink it in more than just sips.
Maybe the heat sensitivity is also part of this? But maybe not. Neatly, she makes a note of "ask Lysithea about cat tongue".
But soon enough, her thoughts drift back to the other woman earlier. Dorothea... She frowns, fingers tapping on the page for a moment, before she sighs and pulls her headphones out of her bag. Maybe listening to her voice will help. Sometimes it has, sometimes it just distracts her, wondering how she sounds when she isn't singing, or being recorded, when she's tired or happy and showing it with all of her the way she can't when she's on stage.
That is surely another mask, like the ones the people around her wear when they know her for her family instead of for her, the ways you protect yourself from the judgement and feelings of others. But there are those who see through those masks, before the effort of breaking them has been made on the part of the wearer.
She slips the headphones on, pulling her phone out of her pocket to start the music.
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what does edelgard do - research, crests??? her and lysithea's health thing maybewhat does dorothea do apart from sing/perform
Dorothea hums, fingers dancing across the hem of her skirt, swaying lightly with the phrases and refrains. The drinks she'd picked up from Lin and Caspar resting on the table just on the inside of the practice room, no longer in the carry container, a few half-drank already.
She extends a leg out to the side, sliding to the new position and stepping back, together, out again, turning in small circles around the room as she hums, hands floating up as if she had a partner leading her in the waltz.
One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three... She smiles, closing her eyes and putting words, a stronger voice, to the tune, almost aimlessly as she continues to glide around the room.
"Ha, Dorothea, I thought we were taking a break?" look at ferdinand speech patterns
She rolls her eyes, smiling as she keeps turning. "Who says this can't be a break too? I already drank some of my tea. What about you, Ferdie?" She stops facing him, extending her hand. "Are you done with yours?"
He sighs, running a hand through his short hair. "I suppose I can be for now. Something on your mind?"
"Just the next performance. What do you think about adding some dancing in? We can ask the others what they think too, I was just...thinking about it." She claps her hands, smiling widely. "Fun, right?"
"Shouldn't we focus on perfecting what we've already decided on before adding more?" But he takes her hand, stepping close, into the space she'd left empty, a hand clasping hers and the other sliding to rest at her waist. "Just a waltz?"
"Yeah, it looks elegant even without adding anything to the basic steps, so it should be ok for everyone to try." Back, left-together, back, right-together, back, left... they continue, Dorothea lightly tapping the fingers of the hand on his shoulder at times. "Dancing's nice sometimes, gotta take the opportunities when I can, right?"
He scoffs. "I doubt you'd have a difficult time finding a partner if you were to ask."
She wrinkles her nose. "But they wouldn't be honest with me, or would only agree because of my looks and my voice and then want something from me for it. No thanks, I'd rather just ask friends sometimes." She smooths her face into a smile, eyes closing into crescents. "This is enough, isn't it?"
Sometimes Lin seems like he has a point, with his all naps.
Maybe she could ask him to help her with some of her research next time? See if his boss would let her cover one of his shifts or something so he could search through the books instead, or somehow get them both off so she could have his help at least... He's faster at it than she is, maybe because of how he'd gotten through their schooling with the minimum amount of reading outside of the projects that had fascinated him. The skimming and clever searches would help a lot even if nothing further than that....she'd want to go over anything past that that looked like it could be relevant anyway.
Doctors can't always be counted on to give you all the relevant information.
She sits up, stretching and arching her back, looping a small section of her hair around a finger and looking at it before shaking it free and getting to her feet. "Linhardt, Caspar. My tea?"
Caspar swears, pulling a large cup off a stack and immediately starting the process, the bag of bergamot and the little flavor pump of lavender she likes added sometimes put in the cup before the scorching water - she'll need to remove the bag when she sits back down so it doesn't oversteep - but the cup is slid in front of her a moment later, a cozy already slid around the outside to protect her hands from the heat a little. "Sorry, guess I missed it. Here you go, Edelgard."
"Take care that you don't forget another order, but thanks. You have my gratitude." She hadn't asked for the pump of lavender today, but that small kindness felt almost enough to make up for the lateness this time. It wasn't usual and they were rather busy, though she'd thought it'd picked up after her order so they wouldn't have from that but... It's not like she's worked here, maybe Caspar was making an order for pick-up or something and forgot to go back to her order when he'd finished. That could be the case, looking at the carryout containers packed with drinks he was moving around on the counter.
She carefully takes a sip, wincing at her scorched tongue and going back to her seat, waiting until she's seated to try and remove the lid to help it cool off. Getting the tea was important, and she is glad that it wasn't the case where they'd called her and she hadn't noticed but still, it was too hot to just start drinking right away. Maybe she should have asked for her tea for here instead of to go... They wouldn't have had to make it so hot then.
Edelgard hums idly, gently blowing on her tea as she traces the wood grain once more. Wasn't that new single coming out soon? The days had started to blend together but, if her project was due, then it'd also be coming out. Unless it was delayed.
She sighs, pushing herself to her feet, just barely jostling her drink, and brushing down her skirt as she turns back towards the counter.
Maybe a snack would help her focus her thoughts on her research, instead of whether or not she would be able to get a new album by Dorothea's group sooner rather than later. That's a detail to figure out, dorothea's group name, whether it's just dorothea (it's just dorothea as main fem lead sing at least)
The line isn't long anymore but, she's still behind a few people, and one of them... It isn't that strange to wear a mask, but the other woman doesn't sound like it's because she's sick. Maybe she doesn't want to get sick? Or maybe....
"Lin, is my order ready? I know it was busy when I sent it in but," the woman's shoulders heave in a big sigh-shrug, a hand reaching up to brush her bangs away from her eyes. "You know how rehearsal's get before performances. Gotta get our little fuel, right?" She flicks a finger in a half-point at him, a smile clear in her voice.
Linhardt nods slowly, fingers gliding over the screen of the register. "You know, I don't see why you can't take a day and decide to nap when you'd have rehearsal. Wouldn't that be a good use of this time?" He half turns, reaching for the carry containers. "Another long day?"
"Oh, nothing longer than usual. And you know I'd like to nap, but rehearsal is important. Practice makes everything come together after all." The woman flutters her fingers in a wave at Caspar over Linhardt's shoulder before she grabs the container, having paid while he'd talked. "Catch you another time, Caspar, Lin!" She turns on a heel to leave, long dark hair swirling around her like her skirts, humming a cheery tune as she cradles the drinks to leave.
Edelgard stares after her for a moment, forgetting to take a step toward the register until Caspar puts his hands on the counter to look over Lin's shoulder at her. "Hey, Earth to Edelgard! You want something else too?"
"Oh, that's right." She steps up, looking back over her shoulder again. "Does she come here often?"
That. wasn't what she was intending on asking. She flushes, face heating up to her ears as Caspar blinks around Linhardt.
"I mean, I'd like a berry tart. Please." and please dont ask about what she'd just said, but perhaps that might be too much to ask from this pair. If Linhardt was interested, he'd surely ask. When he's motivated, he's hard to stop.
He nods though, shrugging Caspar off to input the order and pointing him over to the case where the last ones to be fixed are. "Dorothea? She comes often enough. At least, someone from her group, they tend to do those orders around this time. Why?"
So that was Dorothea Arnault? She'd thought so, the mannerisms matched what she knows of her anyway. Even just speaking...her voice is nice. Nicer in person, maybe, than on the recordings she has of her songs. The Mittlefrank Opera's songs. Not just Dorothea's.
"So....'Lin', huh?" She offers her card.
He shrugs, accepting her payment. "She likes nicknames. We're friends, I think." Caspar slides the pastry on the counter next to him. "You know where the utensils are, please make sure to put them in the proper receptacle when you're done. If the tart and tea don't help you focus, maybe you need to take a nap-"
"-or a walk!" Caspar cuts in. "Not everything can be solved by taking naps, Linhardt. But he's right, if this doesn't help then maybe taking a rest or getting up and moving will help." He pumps a fist. "Get the energy out if you've got too much to focus on what you want."
Edelgard blinks, and her mouth curves into a small smile. "My thanks. I'll try that if this doesn't help."
Everyone's got different ways of trying to focus after all. She slides the pastry off the counter into her hand and places it next to her tea, walking across the small shop to the utensils to grab a fork and knife - and napkins. Perhaps another day she'd just pick the treat up and take bites out of it just like that, but not today.
She slides a notebook and pens out of her purse, setting them on the counter beside her refreshments and sighs again, flipping the notebook open to an empty page and taking a careful sip of her tea. Soon maybe, she'll be able to drink it in more than just sips.
Maybe the heat sensitivity is also part of this? But maybe not. Neatly, she makes a note of "ask Lysithea about cat tongue".
But soon enough, her thoughts drift back to the other woman earlier. Dorothea... She frowns, fingers tapping on the page for a moment, before she sighs and pulls her headphones out of her bag. Maybe listening to her voice will help. Sometimes it has, sometimes it just distracts her, wondering how she sounds when she isn't singing, or being recorded, when she's tired or happy and showing it with all of her the way she can't when she's on stage.
That is surely another mask, like the ones the people around her wear when they know her for her family instead of for her, the ways you protect yourself from the judgement and feelings of others. But there are those who see through those masks, before the effort of breaking them has been made on the part of the wearer.
She slips the headphones on, pulling her phone out of her pocket to start the music.
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what does edelgard do - research, crests??? her and lysithea's health thing maybewhat does dorothea do apart from sing/perform
Dorothea hums, fingers dancing across the hem of her skirt, swaying lightly with the phrases and refrains. The drinks she'd picked up from Lin and Caspar resting on the table just on the inside of the practice room, no longer in the carry container, a few half-drank already.
She extends a leg out to the side, sliding to the new position and stepping back, together, out again, turning in small circles around the room as she hums, hands floating up as if she had a partner leading her in the waltz.
One-two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three... She smiles, closing her eyes and putting words, a stronger voice, to the tune, almost aimlessly as she continues to glide around the room.
"Ha, Dorothea, I thought we were taking a break?" look at ferdinand speech patterns
She rolls her eyes, smiling as she keeps turning. "Who says this can't be a break too? I already drank some of my tea. What about you, Ferdie?" She stops facing him, extending her hand. "Are you done with yours?"
He sighs, running a hand through his short hair. "I suppose I can be for now. Something on your mind?"
"Just the next performance. What do you think about adding some dancing in? We can ask the others what they think too, I was just...thinking about it." She claps her hands, smiling widely. "Fun, right?"
"Shouldn't we focus on perfecting what we've already decided on before adding more?" But he takes her hand, stepping close, into the space she'd left empty, a hand clasping hers and the other sliding to rest at her waist. "Just a waltz?"
"Yeah, it looks elegant even without adding anything to the basic steps, so it should be ok for everyone to try." Back, left-together, back, right-together, back, left... they continue, Dorothea lightly tapping the fingers of the hand on his shoulder at times. "Dancing's nice sometimes, gotta take the opportunities when I can, right?"
He scoffs. "I doubt you'd have a difficult time finding a partner if you were to ask."
She wrinkles her nose. "But they wouldn't be honest with me, or would only agree because of my looks and my voice and then want something from me for it. No thanks, I'd rather just ask friends sometimes." She smooths her face into a smile, eyes closing into crescents. "This is enough, isn't it?"
