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#ELMPIRE: an indie and selective post-book vi veronica from fire emblem: heroes. awakened by mik.

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A FEW THINGS

hello! after some time thinking, i’ve decided to move blogs to better suit my interests. i built this blog to be a primarily fire emblem multimuse, which i feel doesn’t match with what i want to write anymore. i’ll be moving to a different multimuse with different, non-fe muses (which i’ll be linking here once i have that set up.) and a solo blog for my strongest fe muse, veronica (which i have finished setting up! it’s @elmpire )

in the mean time, though, thank you for writing with me while i was here! it was a joy to experience.

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been suuuuuper dead for a while, sorry for that! just got overwhelmed with finals, the holidays, and sickness. but i’m eager to get back to writing!

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Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

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“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “ ((this is too good for Tina and perne for me to not send it ajdhdj))

settling dust \\\ accepting!

          it's only when tina drops her comment that perne realizes he's spoiling her. did she think she was hurt? this was barely a scratch! hands stop their work. the cloth serving as a makeshift bandage stays half-wrapped around her knee as perne takes the time to snort.

          "psssh. don't flatter yourself, ya snot." he scoffs, "your li'l bruise ain't anything grand." 

          eyes flicker down to the discolored patches of reddened, lacerated skin that show beneath the bandage, and squint with condescension. with all her wailing about it, he'd have thought she'd chopped her leg off or something; this was hardly a scratch. it didn't even shed blood! 

          …but he'd offered to wrap it up, anyways. strange. it wasn't like her thief staff was gonna be any less efficient thanks to that cut of hers. she'd do her job just fine. it must be the symptoms of his bleeding heart.

          "'sides, i'm only doin' this so ya don't start wingin' later. gods know the last thing we need right now is some kid yowlin' like a pup."

          things settled, he continues his work, covering the rest of the bruise until the area is accounted for. he ties off the cloth and cuts through the excess with his knife. then, rising to his feet, he lets out a loud sigh, his hands coming to rest on his hips. 

          "well, there ya go. right as rain! now don't go around bustin' that thing open again, ya hear?" he wags a finger, "i want ya to heal that yerself. ya ain't gettin' another session with doctor perne."

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           what begins as a regular prick of annoyance turns into something far deeper. an older sort of anger — one that seemed to pour from the very cracks of safy's heart.

           "and you think i want to leave you here?" she says through grit teeth, "you think i wish to go alone? no, yet i must." bitter is a strange flavor for safy's voice to take on. its sharp pang pierces through the quiet of the night, hissing like a hot iron against skin. it stands between them for a moment. lingering like smoke from extinguished flame.

           safy takes a breath. then bites down her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

           partings have always been difficult. but tonight it is especially so. the gravity of her duty makes itself clear with how it draws water from the corner of her eyes. she had always borne her burdens quietly. now, traitorously, they wish to scream.

           "i'm sorry, tina," she says quietly, "i… i didn't mean to get so mad. i just… it's simply…"

           i don't want to leave tahra, her heart practically belts the lonely song, i don't want to leave you.

           safy swallows. with a quick sweep of her arm, she grabs her staff from its place against the wall. she turns once more to the exit, her back facing tina. the moonlight, when it lands on her face, is cold and harsh — its sterling rays cut through tahra's clouded skies. the world that shone beneath its silver light is unforgiving. rife with bandits and miscreants. dog eat dog; kill or be killed. it offers no mercy, even to those who pray for it. it had always been safy's wish that tina never see it. that she not end up suffering like linoan.

           safy would do all see that wish fulfilled. even if it meant leaving tina forever in shadow.

           "you're far too young to understand." she murmurs, face still turned, "this is part of my duty. it's my honorable sacrifice; the price i pay to make a world where we can live happily."

           silence splits the air like a wound. safy lets it fester.

           "i will be praying for you. everyday, i will beg the gods for your safety." she says, "i hope you pray for me too."

           she closes the door with a light thud. the house behind it grows dark, barred from the moon's light. it's safer that way. tina is safer that way. safy hurries down the path from their home, quietly rubbing the tears from her face.

[ PROMISE ] safy to tina! :]

the outline of safy's backlit figure is bright; a halo of cold moonlight as she stands in the doorway, her staff in hand. their humble home is dim at this time of night. there is no light save for that of the stars. still, the tight purse of her lips can be seen wrought upon her face despite it.

"tina..." she says softly, as though in prayer, "please, don't be upset. this is something i must do alone."

she takes a step forward. sets her staff against the wall and takes her sister's hands. a final reassurance, enveloped in warmth. "but i swear that i'll return, okay?" she squeezes, "please promise me that you'll be a good girl, in turn. wait for me here, in tahra. do you understand?"

Safy'd explained exactly what she was doing and where she was going before but Tina hadn't been listening. Something else had caught her attention. Maybe a bird building a nest out the window or the creak in the floorboards underneath her foot. It could've been smells coming from the kitchen or a hair tickling the tip of her nose. It could've been any number of things that pulled her focus away from her sister's very important mission to do very important things.

The why or the where or the how didn't really matter though. What mattered was that Safy was now leaving. She'd packed her bags, grabbed her staff, and was ready to go. She's leaving and Tina will be left all alone to somehow manage all by herself.

"Nuh uh, no way! I ain't sittin' around waitin' for ya to get back!" Little sister stamps her foot and angrily crosses her arms. Lips puff into a pout and she glares at her sister. "I'm no little kid! I don't wanna stay cooped up all alone! Just take me with you!"

Safy thinks she can do this on her own but Tina knows better. Tina knows her sister is far too serious. She needs someone with her to remind her to smile.

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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[…] and there is no sharper pang than that of infinity.

Charles Baudelaire, from “The Artist’s Confiteor” in Paris Spleen, translated by Keith Waldrop (via fils-des-etoiles)

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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 . . .      . . . 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

an independent and selective (primarily) FE multimuse. wished on a star by mik. read the rules before following, please!

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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

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            it's not often that he finds himself so uneasy within the borders of dakia. he's lived in the forest long enough that it's begun to feel like an extension of himself. he knows it better than the back of his hand; each gnarled root, each boot-trodden path of grass etched deep into the back of his eyes. dakia forest is the kingdom of which he is sovereign— never did he feel so skittish at its throne.

            and yet, as he patrols this humid night, he is fussful. careful in a way that he rarely ever is. the dandelion king walks the same route, traces the skirt of the woods with the same steps. but his feet lack the confidence. his eyes skip side-to-side with mistrust. where his rounds were usually strolls— moreso a contented meandering 'round dakia's borderline, complacency abound in the way its safety seemed always guaranteed— it has turned into a march.

            perne keeps a hand on his sword, fingers drumming against its pommel. THOSE IMPERIAL FREAKS… they were getting a bit brave, looming closer and closer to his turf like that. he's heard about what they've done to tahra— even seen the horrors for himself, from some of the fleeing townsfolk. then there's also the childhunts; the fucking insanity of the childhunts. he doesn't like the sound of that coming into dakia. not when their operations were risky enough as it is.

            he sighs as he steps over a fallen log. his eyes survey the darkness once more. he never liked this feeling. fear; anxiety, whatever else people called it. he never liked the way it kept him on a leash. but it's the one thing keeping them all from doing anything STUPID. if fear made him careful, and being careful meant being alive… he'd take it. anyone who wasn't shit for brains would.

            unfortunately for him, there are some real dunces in this world— like the brat blindly stumbling through his forest.

            he flinches when he first hears the footsteps. his restless hands quickly unsheathe his blade. but just as soon as he readies himself, he returns to a semblance of ease. the sounds are too clumsy to come from any sort of trained militiaman; and the shadow is too small to be anything dangerous. no, it's clear to him that this wasn't any sort of idiot— it was a kid.

              a curse almost wrests loose from his lips. he thinks dealing with an imperial soldier would've been easier. at least, then, he wouldn't have felt bad stabbing him.

            "oi, kid!" perne calls, "whatcha doin' out here? don't cha know it's dangerous wanderin'  around at night?"

            a groan leaves him. as if he hadn’t had enough things to worry about tonight. does he really have to think about this snot, too? "look, i ain’t got the time to deal with ya. scram! go back home. else those loptr lunatics'll snatch you right up."

@fillespreferees​ c’mon, before safy finds out!

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valenties​:

        Silence flooded her surroundings, only interrupted by steps and awkward hellos from people who recognized her but she couldn’t put a name to. Where they people she had met before? Did they know her from name alone? These were still a mystery to her and while curiosity seeked for an answer, her heart wished for it to remain buried deep in the depths of her mind.

         A loud voice calls her ‘name’ or so she had been told by the crying and smiling pair who referred to her as their ‘sister’. It was also the same name the brown haired man that called her ‘lady Emmeryn’ and now ‘Emmeryn’ followed the word ‘aunt’. The meaning of this word, it was family?

        Before she could say a anything she was stopped by the young man’s peculiar way of talking—she found it funny, nice—‘o great exalt of ylisse!’ he said. The loudness in his voice didn’t bother her, but being referred to in this way… hurt her? 

        Ylisse… she had heard of this name, her ‘family’ were from there right? That was her home too? She couldn’t remember, she couldn’t picture this place… how did it look like? She can only picture the village that she lived in and the people that took care of her.

        And ‘exalt’ this title was important, she was told that ‘Chrom’ was that now…? What did an exalt do?

        Emmeryn stopped looking at ‘Owain’ her ‘nephew’ for a moment whose tone became lower and lower, her head hurt a little trying to piece everything together in her puzzled mind. First he was calling her a title used for family and now he says he hasn’t been born yet…? How does that work? This was too confusing, she couldn’t understand a thing.

        “Forehead… brand…?” She knew what a forehead was, the ‘brand’ was that thing she had on it that no one else did? Emmeryn had only seen it once when one of the kind people that looked at her wounds sat her in front of a ‘mirror’. The shape it had was strange, but it felt familiar… she liked and… disliked it?

        “I—sorry… i-i,” Her head lifted up, finally looking at him again. She could understand what he was referring to but, what was important of it? It was just a mark… right? She touched it but it brought her no answer as it felt the same as the rest of her skin, she had some bumps, no, no ‘scars’ in some spots but it all felt, soft. “Uhm… what does… THE brand mean?”

        She swallowed her saliva, for some unknown reason answering his innocent question made her heartbeat go faster. “I think… i want to see it…?”

             owain blinks. once, twice, then twice again in rapid succession. the bewilderment that colors his features matches her own, a reflection of her confusion upon the surface of his face. few are the times wherein the hero finds himself stunned to speechlessness— even during the times where HE REALLY SHOULD HAVE SHUT UP, he at least finds the strength to speak. he does not, here. owain blinks. once, twice. how could she not know of the brand? how could she question its sacred meaning? how could it be that the exalt of ylisse find herself in bewilderment; in shock of the very light she held?

             there can only be one explanation for this… only ONE reason why she could be behaving like this…

             "oh… OH!" owain exclaims, a knowing grin spreading wide across his face, "no, i get it now! wait, lemme get into character too…"

             he clears his throat, channeling his dark energy. there swells a burst of excitement in his heart. wow, no one ever told him aunt emmeryn was such a good actor! she had even him fooled with her stellar performance. he should have realized it sooner; that, in all her kindness and grace, she sensed the theatre of his heart and sought to perform alongside him, her beloved nephew.

             owain lets out a hearty laugh, his bygone fears all but extinguished.

             "oho! of course even the former exalt would find herself confused in the midst of a great hero such as i!" he gives her a wink, "yes, allow me to enlighten you!"

             he straightens his back; puffs his chest outwards and pulls his chin up. "you have asked, and thus you shall receive. i shall bequeath upon you the visage of my heroic mark. but you must promise never to tell anyone about this. it would surely bring us ruin, were others to discover the ARCANE MYSTERIES of this brand."

             owain takes a deep breath. he flicks his head from side to side, ensuring that emmeryn is the sole witness. then, once he is certain, he rolls back the cloth of his armguard. there, branded bright against his skin, is the MARK OF THE EXALT. he whispers in a voice soft enough for the whole camp to hear:

             "BEHOLD: MY EMBLEM OF POWER. THE MARK FROM WHICH MY STYGIAN DARKNESS DRAWS ITS STRENGTH!" his arm trembles. owain gasps, grabbing hold of it with his hand. "no! m-my sword hand… it twitches! it senses release!" quickly, he covers it, heaving a loud, relieved sigh.

             "there… its power has been occluded… you remain safe…" he says lowly, "FOR NOW… dun dun!"

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                            “ i am called to a dream greater than myself, AND I SHALL DREAM OF NOTHING LESS." 

         a bit of an ooc announcement from me! firstly, everyone welcome ASH from FIRE EMBLEM HEROES to the roster! she’s definitely a new muse, and someone who i didn’t really expect to hit me in quite the way she did, but hey! i will take it hehe. so i’m adding her to the list of muses available for plotting, should you still be interested!

        speaking of plotting: i’m planning on getting what i owe out soon! college kinda. uh. kicked my ass in a different way JKSDFHFKSDJ hence why my activity dwindled for a bit. but i want to get back to it, so look forward to that!

        that’s all tehehe! carry on, everyone

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The strength to protect others, wielded with love—that is how you save the world.

Independent & selective FE multimuse, featuring playable characters, NPCs & OCs all across the series. Written by Aster

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              there exist lights great enough to snuff out the umbral shadow of owain dark. they are, of course, few and far in this mortal coil— FAR BE IT FOR THE GREAT HERO OF EPOCH TO HAVE WEAKNESS APLENTY— but those that are there, those that do burn bright…

              well. they're almost blinding.

              and it's back in base camp that owain finds himself in the midst of such blinding, blistering light. there she stands, radiant as the sun itself. EMMERYN: FORMER EXALT OF YLISSE, the loss of whom had ushered the reckoning of his tragic future. he never had the opportunity to meet her. their destinies were never meant to align, after all. but now that they have, he feels himself burning up in the bask of her glow. his sword hand grows balmy with sweat, and his hero's heart beats with a frantic, nervous rhythm.

              HE SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY. she is his family! light and darkness are two sides of the same coin, just as he and her are branches of the same royal tree. he has much he wishes to tell her, besides. much he must tell her. if fate had given them this chance to meet, who was he to squander it?

              he is OWAIN DARK. he has conquered many a nation (citation needed) and slayed many a foe. he will NOT let his crummy old fears ruin things for him.

              thus, he makes his approach, unusually quiet as he strides across the campgrounds. there is no fanfare following his feet this time, nor is there some loud declaration leaving his lips. it's simply him and his shadow, coming to meet her light.

              "AUNT EMMERYN!" he starts, then quickly fumbles. how can a master of speech such as he falter during such a pivotal moment?! the chosen one makes another valiant attempt. "or, uh, O GREAT EXALT OF YLISSE!"

              his face screws up. no, somehow that's WORSE. how could he use a title that she has long since discarded? HAS HE LEARNED NOTHING OF THE SANCTITY OF NAMES AND EPITHETS?

              he settles for this: "aunt-emmeryn-also-formerly-the-exalt-emmeryn!" yes, that's a good enough compromise. he clears his throat. "it is i— er, no… it's me! your nephew… owain." he feels his voice retreating, somehow. shrinking into the deep abyss of his throat. NO! NOOOO THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! UHHH….

              " i-i'm sure you don't know me. i'm kind of not born yet?" he waves a hand, "it's a long story. but, um… uhh.. i'm lissa's son! yes. your nephew." he's repeating himself. he knows. rue his weakness! rue this light! rue how it blinds it! he smacks his head with his wrist. 

                                                                                                          rue it all!

              "uh. anyways. um. i… have that forehead brand too. well uh. mine's not on my forehead, obviously, so i guess it's just a brand. well, no, it's THE brand, but… uh. do you… need to see it?"

@valenties​ hark, o hero! come and claim your stake in this tale!

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✧ PLOTTING CALL!

hello hello! been meaning to kickstart my indie and figured this is now better time to do it <3 so please like this post if you’d like to plot a thread between our muses! for the sake of easing myself into this, i’ll only offer my PRIMARY muses up for threads.

this is open for mutuals only. thanks!

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ENFABLED: an indie multimuse. wished on a star by mik. mainly fire emblem but other media can be seen, if i’m in the mood for it. i write with mutuals only. plotting out threads is highly encouraged. warning you now: activity will be sporadic & spontaneous.