#this is a lie im too soft

The first time it happened, it was at the dawn of the Harpstring moon. A student does not leave his dorm at the first rays of light and lays on his bed as pale as death, two red dots painting his neck.

“Hide him.” Seteth gestures to Manuela, a frown settling on his face. “Do not let him leave his room until he’s back to normal.”

It leaves the teaching corps in a shamble Seteth does not dare to report to Rhea just yet, so to Manuela he confides asking for her discretion which she offers on the sweet-and-sour condition of having a drink with her later this week.

Seteth begrudgingly agrees. Hopes it to be but a single occurrence yet still warns off Flayn to remain in her quarters from dusk to dawn and to never, under any circumstances, leave to the outsides once night has fallen, fears for his child and the rare blood she bears.

On the other side of the dormitories, Ferdinand wakes with the harsh sun rays on his pale skin, cursing at himself once he feels the blood sticking on his lips.

The last hunt wasn’t enough.