élise。

ᅠ ᅠ 𝓹age after page of her failing to realize that what she was doing wasn’t rebelling ——— it was 𝚖ourning.xn--6ii ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ overlooking the city from the highest point, unaware, enjoying the peace, lost in thought. ᅠ

ᅠ she can sense that. but who could be watching her at this moment? simply, she’s just sharpening up her sword in attempt to ignore that odd feeling creeping up on her. ᅠ

ᅠ it is an off-putting feeling. élise’s skin crawls at every sound the world around them makes. still, she is unaware of her beloved’s presence. she’s never seen one street of paris so empty. fingertips rest at the hilt of her sword. ᅠ

ᅠ it’s too quiet. the templar has a bad feeling in her chest, like she’s being watched. she knows she’s not alone. ᅠ

ᅠ a head is tilted, arms crossed. eyeing the pocket, then again taking a up and down glance at the stranger, unsure if she should draw her weapons. “that pocketwatch is very dear to me, monsieur. i’d like it if you gave it back.” ᅠ

ᅠ said stranger has not been spotted- yet. élise is actively looking around for the culprit, knowing she couldn’t have dropped it. until the ticking of the clock is the only thing she can hear, the templar stands at the same roof, closing in on the hooded one. ᅠ

ᅠ grumbles in french. she’s lost a pocket watch that was very dear to her, wherever could it be? ᅠ