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(Do you just ever...draw out your roleplays when you picture them happening in your head?)

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❁ | “You are the ocean’s gray waves, destined to seek Life beyond the shore just out of reach…”

Azura began to sing the lyrics of this special song that she herself knew by heart–and with her pendant starting to glow, its powers began to work its magic. Even if it’s just by a little, Azura wanted to help Corrin calm his blood, tame the beast that slept within his dragonic powers.  

“Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time The path is yours to climb…”

She knows the consequences of what will happen to her body if she sings this song while wearing her pendant. She knows the fatigue and exhaustion that will overcome her if she does this for a longer period of time. Azura understands, and yet–she wanted to help. She would continue to sing this melody for as long as she lived, and the Songstress would gladly sing to calm down Corrin’s rampaging blood, to prevent it from going berserk. 

Golden irises blink as she sees Corrin’s voice trail upon calling her name, only for silent sobs to escape the prince, tears falling to the ground, some occasionally mixed with the blood he scratched on his face earlier. With her left hand free, Azura takes out a white handkerchief, to wipe away the tears on his face, and dab out any of the blood that stained his pale cheeks. Her right hand is gently squeezed by his, but she doesn’t mind him doing it.

“How are you feeling now, Corrin? Do you feel a little calmer now?” If he still felt uneasy, she can keep singing for him, no matter the cost. “If you’d like…we can go somewhere that’s more quiet. Find a place to calm your mind, somewhere to soothe your worries and relax.”

A shudder left the prince’s form as Azura pressed against his cheek, seeming to whimper a bit as he found it difficult to speak after tearing away at this throat with the previous sobbing. He took another breath, seeming to take his time to respond. Much of his bestial features remained, but most of the blood haze has seemed to subsided… for now.

“I think… I’ll be okay…” he said, still seeming to be counting his breaths, “For as long as I’m here, I feel as though this may never subside, but… I can’t be expected to rely on you completely to keep myself under control.”

Though it was weak and somewhat haggard, he took on a determined expression, looking to the hand that refused to let go of Azura’s own before facing her directly.

“There’s so much of this I don’t understand, Azura… Sometimes I wish I could just understand why me of all people…” Corrin said with a bit of that fear returning to his voice, “But the longer I remain in this state, the more I wonder if such truths are honestly worth it.”

He shook his head, perhaps shaking off some more of that haze.

“…P-perhaps… now’s not the time to be think of such things.”

❁ | Once Azura was certain that there was no more tears and blood on his face, she puts away said handkerchief, not worrying about its stained state. Corrin’s well being was more important. More relevant than a plain old handkerchief, and much more important than her own well being. The glow on the pendant slowly dimmed down to its normal state, and Azura lets out a few heavy breaths, keeping herself composed once the prince’s blood was calm for the time being. 

“I see..” Upon hearing him say that he can’t rely on her and that song completely to dwell and contain said dragonic blood, her gaze narrows slightly, but she looks back at Corrin still with worry and concern. “I have told you before that you are free to use me as your will. That includes both my song and my pendant’s power. If you are worried about the pain that comes over me every time I use the song’s power, you needn’t worry. The pain you’re going through right now, Corrin--my hurt cannot compare to that.” In fact, it’s safe to assume that it’s worse than her own. 

She blinks in surprise when Corrin’s expression turns determined, and his gaze is upon her, despite his berserk and pained condition that he’s currently in. 

“It’s a mystery shrouded in clouds, that’s for sure...with the dragon’s blood in your veins..” She says, still looking over at him, making sure that he’s alright, and not distressed nor enraged. “Do what you need to do. But please remember, Corrin--I will sing that song as many times as it necessary, to help you quell your blood. I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again and again.”

Azura nods in response. “I understand. Just know that I am here for you.” She looks around, to see if anyone else had witnessed the two like this. Regardless of other heroes around or not, the Songstress looks back at Corrin. “Can you walk? If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now, I can accompany you there, if you’d like.” Someplace quieter, or better yet, if they could sense a Dragon Vein nearby, perhaps it’ll help him more.

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❁ | Although Corrin normally distanced herself from her blood going berserk and haywire, Azura was one of those few people that doesn’t fear any of that. (After all, she’s experienced the dragon princess awakening her dragon blood the first time, what’s to say she won’t do the same the next?) 

Even so, soft footsteps rustled in the grass, and the Songstress carefully approaches the dragon princess, stopping in her tracks as she looks down at her dear companion. “Are you alright, Corrin?” She asks. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you all alone out here. And I’m normally the unsocial one.” Azura muses, clasping both of her hands together, behind her back. “Are you hurt where?”

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It was perhaps futile, but Azura’s song… The wind only calmed her so much, the peace it brought was fleeting, and the cool waters of Azura’s voice and the words… Remember the words…

Her hands- claws -grip her arms tightly. It’s sweltering. She hates the tail, it radiates heat, but she wraps it around herself, too. Keep it out of the way, coil up, less space, less aggravation.

She hums. She hums and she wanders and hopes that one day she can feel cold again.

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❁ | “You are the ocean's gray waves, destined to seek Life beyond the shore just out of reach...”

Azura began to sing the lyrics of this special song that she herself knew by heart--and with her pendant starting to glow, its powers began to work its magic. Even if it’s just by a little, Azura wanted to help Corrin calm his blood, tame the beast that slept within his dragonic powers.  

“Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time The path is yours to climb...”

She knows the consequences of what will happen to her body if she sings this song while wearing her pendant. She knows the fatigue and exhaustion that will overcome her if she does this for a longer period of time. Azura understands, and yet--she wanted to help. She would continue to sing this melody for as long as she lived, and the Songstress would gladly sing to calm down Corrin’s rampaging blood, to prevent it from going berserk. 

Golden irises blink as she sees Corrin's voice trail upon calling her name, only for silent sobs to escape the prince, tears falling to the ground, some occasionally mixed with the blood he scratched on his face earlier. With her left hand free, Azura takes out a white handkerchief, to wipe away the tears on his face, and dab out any of the blood that stained his pale cheeks. Her right hand is gently squeezed by his, but she doesn’t mind him doing it.

“How are you feeling now, Corrin? Do you feel a little calmer now?” If he still felt uneasy, she can keep singing for him, no matter the cost. “If you’d like...we can go somewhere that’s more quiet. Find a place to calm your mind, somewhere to soothe your worries and relax.”

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❁ | “Corrin…”  

She couldn’t help but feel pity for him. Although Azura expected him to pull away from her touch and distance himself, eyebrows narrowing sadly at his current state. Even if the other heroes and warriors summoned to this world might see this scene that’s happening before their eyes, it wouldn’t stop this songstress from wanting to help him protect his humanity. 

“That wasn’t your fault… None of it was.” Azura says, shaking her head when he continues to pin the blame on himself. The pain cracking in his voice, the tears that went down his pale cheeks, only for blood to be mixed in when he scratches himself with his sharpened nails. This was the work of his dragon blood overwhelming his mind, and he’s barely on the verge of shattering to pieces. 

“Don’t–!” Right away, Azura takes his sharpened hand with her own, not caring if those fingernails would give her any cuts to her delicate fingers. She’s risked her life to bring Corrin back to his senses before, she’ll do it as many times as she needs to, no matter what the cost is. 

“I’ve told you before, no matter what path you should take, I will be right there with you. If there’s too much for you to carry on by yourself, let me help. If I must take your hand to stop you from harming yourself, if I must sing my song until my voice is gone, I’ll do it. So please…listen…”

And with that, she starts to sing a certain melody that had caught Corrin’s attention for the first time in their meeting, Lost in Thoughts, All Alone.

“LET GO OF ME - !!!”

Corrin let out another cry as his hand was pulled away. It sounded aggressive, but was merely a defensive reaction of the silent blood. Had he had any less control of his senses, he would’ve struck Azura without a thought, but instead his hand merely trembled against hers, weakly, the fear and paranoia of striking her again overpowering that baser instinct.

“A-azura… I-i…”

He desperately wanted to just start apologizing, something that would lead him into a downward spiral of constantly seeking forgiveness. However, he remained silent. He was still crying, but the relentless sobbing had come to an end.

As he listened to her sing, he could feel the corrupted blood relent, or at least as much as this twisted form would allow him to be. He felt lightheaded as all the pressure waned, but his breathing normalized and he could just let the tears stream down his cheek as he simmered in his emotions.

The prince’s hand grips into hers, losing much of the blood’s strength, not wanting to let go in fear of losing this feeling forever.

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❁ | “Corrin...”  

She couldn’t help but feel pity for him. Although Azura expected him to pull away from her touch and distance himself, eyebrows narrowing sadly at his current state. Even if the other heroes and warriors summoned to this world might see this scene that’s happening before their eyes, it wouldn’t stop this songstress from wanting to help him protect his humanity. 

“That wasn’t your fault... None of it was.” Azura says, shaking her head when he continues to pin the blame on himself. The pain cracking in his voice, the tears that went down his pale cheeks, only for blood to be mixed in when he scratches himself with his sharpened nails. This was the work of his dragon blood overwhelming his mind, and he’s barely on the verge of shattering to pieces. 

“Don’t--!” Right away, Azura takes his sharpened hand with her own, not caring if those fingernails would give her any cuts to her delicate fingers. She’s risked her life to bring Corrin back to his senses before, she’ll do it as many times as she needs to, no matter what the cost is. 

“I’ve told you before, no matter what path you should take, I will be right there with you. If there’s too much for you to carry on by yourself, let me help. If I must take your hand to stop you from harming yourself, if I must sing my song until my voice is gone, I’ll do it. So please...listen...”

And with that, she starts to sing a certain melody that had caught Corrin’s attention for the first time in their meeting, Lost in Thoughts, All Alone.

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❁ | This sight was something Azura didn’t expect to witness for a second time, for the first time this happened, nobody knew what was happening. “Ah–!” But now–the Songstress knew that Corrin needed help. She approached him cautiously, though when Corrin’s arm took form akin to his dragonic features, Azura flinches. However, when the prince admitted that he couldn’t keep his mind straight, that was when she knew that she must be the one to help.

Even if Corrin wanted to isolate himself from his berserk power, Azura would never allow that dragonic blood to usurp his mind and shatter his heart. “I’m here, Corrin. You won’t hurt anyone here…not now. Not ever.” She said, now standing before the slightly transformed dragon prince. Seeing him in this state of agony, and how beastly he must look to everyone else in here–it was too much to bear. 

A hand gently reaches out fingertips touching his shoulder. The flames would flicker and dare to burn her skin and clothes, but she wouldn’t mind it. Not when Corrin’s mental state and well being is more important. “We all have things that we’re ashamed to have. And yet…we don’t want anyone to see us at our lowest point.” She says, golden eyes still narrowing sadly at the sight of Corrin’s tears. 

“You are not a monster, Corrin. Nor are you a beast. You’re just scared–afraid of hurting those around you. But you don’t have to be frightened alone. Like I said, I will sing for you, and do everything in my power to calm your mind and heart.”

There was a natural response in him to recoil, to pull away from his dear friend, but he knew only she could truly help him through. In truth, it was not just the inherent madness getting to him. The stares from the others, looking at him in such a way brought him such pain and self-hatred, that the only thing keeping him from bursting into tears was the already unrelenting pain of the transformation itself.

Corrin fell silent and listened to Azura’s words. He was absolutely terrified, more so than probably anyone else who saw him, his body just trembling as the corrosive power echoed from his very being. Hearing her say such things, trying to reassure him and cast aside the shadows that plagued his fragile mind.

He gritted his teeth, the sharpened fangs bared. What were once just simple tears intensified a hand strongly pressed against his own face as he started to cry without restraint.

“I hate this…” he sobbed, “I hate this power… I hate what I am… All the people I’ve hurt… or people who’ve gotten hurt because of it…!”

Sharpened fingers dug a bit into a cheek, making it bleed slightly, blood and tears mixing a bit now.

“If only I could purge the damned blood from my body!”

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❁ | This sight was something Azura didn’t expect to witness for a second time, for the first time this happened, nobody knew what was happening. “Ah--!” But now--the Songstress knew that Corrin needed help. She approached him cautiously, though when Corrin’s arm took form akin to his dragonic features, Azura flinches. However, when the prince admitted that he couldn’t keep his mind straight, that was when she knew that she must be the one to help.

Even if Corrin wanted to isolate himself from his berserk power, Azura would never allow that dragonic blood to usurp his mind and shatter his heart. “I’m here, Corrin. You won’t hurt anyone here...not now. Not ever.” She said, now standing before the slightly transformed dragon prince. Seeing him in this state of agony, and how beastly he must look to everyone else in here--it was too much to bear. 

A hand gently reaches out fingertips touching his shoulder. The flames would flicker and dare to burn her skin and clothes, but she wouldn’t mind it. Not when Corrin’s mental state and well being is more important. “We all have things that we’re ashamed to have. And yet...we don’t want anyone to see us at our lowest point.” She says, golden eyes still narrowing sadly at the sight of Corrin’s tears. 

“You are not a monster, Corrin. Nor are you a beast. You’re just scared--afraid of hurting those around you. But you don’t have to be frightened alone. Like I said, I will sing for you, and do everything in my power to calm your mind and heart.”

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❁ | “I understand.” Although Yu’s putting up the front that those words didn’t affect him, it was clear as day that it greatly impacted the prince. But Azura won’t pry if it’ll just bring back pain. A sigh escapes the blue haired songstress. “And don’t worry, if I feel I am not fit for battle, I will seek out her and any help if I’m injured. I am also prepared to use my song to help, no matter the cost.”

Yu blinks his eyes a few times at her words, before shaking his head slightly. “Heh…guess we both get hard-headed easily when we sent our minds, huh?” He says, showing a ghost of a smile for just a moment.

❁ | “I’ve been told countless times that I’m quite a stoic person,” Azura replies, giving Yu a small smile of her own, and a hand fiddles with her own pendant. “But yes, you are right. We’re both pretty determined when we make our own choices. And I stand by my decision to follow you to the very end.”

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Rping with your Custom Corn made me want to draw him with my Azura. Based on the last Discord Thread of Yu and Azura, in Revelations route.)

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❁ | “I’m fine, Yu. Frankly, I’m pretty much used to it.” Whether it was being treated horribly for her blood, or straightout being spit upon, Azura had grown numb to such threats. “No need to worry, that last battle was tough, as you said. But I’m more worried about you. Being called a traitorous prince, that was really hard to hear.”

“…..Sticks and stones, as people say.” Yu responds, but it’s clear by the scowl he momentarily wore and the clenched fist he tried to hide, the words of his older ‘brothers’ still dug deep. “I worry more about physical things. Seriously, it you are hurt, let Felicia check on you, despite her clumsieness, she has a good heart and is skilled in healing.”

❁ | “I understand.” Although Yu’s putting up the front that those words didn’t affect him, it was clear as day that it greatly impacted the prince. But Azura won’t pry if it’ll just bring back pain. A sigh escapes the blue haired songstress. “And don’t worry, if I feel I am not fit for battle, I will seek out her and any help if I’m injured. I am also prepared to use my song to help, no matter the cost.”

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❁ | "I’m fine, Yu. Frankly, I’m pretty much used to it.” Whether it was being treated horribly for her blood, or straightout being spit upon, Azura had grown numb to such threats. “No need to worry, that last battle was tough, as you said. But I’m more worried about you. Being called a traitorous prince, that was really hard to hear.”

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“Azura……how are you feeling? That last battle was rather intense. Those shadow people really seemed to be targeting you.”

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Ayumu goes over to smol Azura, leaving a small bag of candy at her side. "Don't worry, everyone ignored me on my birthday too."

❁ | Azura just stares at the other when she was offered the candies, and looks back at the satchel, and at him. “...I’m sorry about that.” She says, nodding before taking a piece of candy out of the small bag. “Everyone’s just saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to the grownup me, and I’m just a kid.”