I wish Arval and Shez were in a game separate from 3H's story. There is so much potential there for a unique protagonist and the they/them ghost inside their head, and the few glimpses of the Shez/Arval story we do get through Hopes is great!! It's just not explored as much as it could have been since the game's plot is so tied to the events of 3H that any new and interesting ideas it might bring always comes second to The Three Houses Plot. You can't just drop a white-haired red-eyed nonbinary twink who says stuff like "partners in destiny ❤️ " and an idiot himbo (gender neutral) partner with the restraint of an untrained puppy and expect me to be satisfied with that. Those two could've fixed me.
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I did not make it that far into the story (but the Glousceter twist in GW makes me fear for the writing), so I’m posting those headcanons before the game contradicts me (not that I care if it does though)
So : 1) Arval and Sothis know each other
2) Arval loves Sothis a bit too much and tease her and bullies her a lot, which leads the poor girl to tremble each time they meet (I mean, if Arval acts towards Sothis how he does with the Shez, it is to be expected that Sothis couldn’t bear him)
3) Shez and Byleth can see each other’s animal spirit respectively.
also, consider ... Sothis and Arval support convos... that won’t happen but, just imagine
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This thing. This creachure. A BUG. I love it.
(Aka I had time to waste on a train and no desire to extend this doodle beyond "bug eye Arval")
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shezval with the blushy prompts:
A has never blushed when they asked that question/made such a comment before. (Before what?/Has something changed?)
A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)
(if it's hard to fit one or both of these it's okay, i just think it'd be neat to read some shezval you make.........) (also shez can be any gender you wanna pick for it)
oooo hehehehe
this is fun thank you moth
also. listen. i just. i really like reunions. sue me.
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Shez was back in Zahras.
That's what he guessed this place was, at least. It had been a while since he'd been there–not since Arval lost control, really–yet it still brought him an admittedly strange sense of calm. He had spent a lot of time here, with Arval praising him or calling him an idiot with icy distance that they thought hid the biting worry they'd been feeling.
He missed them. He missed them a lot.
Shez sighed, sitting down on the piece of floating rock that he had opened his eyes to. He would be here for a while, it seemed, though there was little to keep him entertained. He leaned back on his hands and sighed.
Arval. He hadn't allowed himself to think of them in a long, long time. How long had it been, now? Last he indulged must have been right after the war, when everyone went their separate ways and he found himself almost bored in his role as commander, with most of their battles already having been fought. He laughed at the thought, though it was... empty. Hollow.
How long had it been since he had seen their eyes, bright red and orange like a fire? How long since he had last held their pristinely-white hands? He closed his eyes, bit his lip. He didn't want to cry tonight, but he wasn't certain he had a choice.
"You're an idiot."
Shez inhaled sharply, standing up and turning around. And, Goddess above, there they were. Floating, arms crossed, cheeks tinged an unfamiliar pink.
"Arval," he breathed. He took a hesitant step forward, aborting it after a moment; what if they weren't really there? What if this was a cruel joke brought on by grief? But then Arval floated closer, and Shez stuck out his hand anyway; when had he ever listened to logic?
Their hand was cold. It was never warm, not here, but it was comforting all the same. Shez pulled them closer, into a tight hug. Arval hugged him back, and Shez had to swallow back tears.
"You're real," Shez said. "You're... you're real. You came back."
"Of course I did," Arval said. Their tone was harsh, but it soothed something in Shez's chest, and he let out something that was a cross between a laugh and a sob.
They pulled apart after a few moments, Shez pressing a gentle kiss to Arval's forehead. Their blush from before came back, and they lifted a hand to their cheek, as though confirming that they were, in fact, blushing.
But then they looked up at Shez and smiled. And let the Goddess damn him, but he melted.
This was not Epimenides. This was not the violent creation of Those Who Slither In The Dark. This was Arval, his partner in destiny (whatever that meant). This was Arval, whom his heart had ached for.
He smiled, and he hugged them again. He would make sure to cherish them properly, this time. They deserved nothing less.
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