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Perhaps if he’d known just how vulnerable a long and hard session with Lord Leon would see him so pleasantly reduced, oho – he would have insisted on his much more tedious lessons long ago. Certainly! Withered away to near defenseless nothing with every last usually pristine flaxen strand forcibly made disheveled, he is death’s dark harbinger no more. 

Without the weight of Nohr ceaselessly thrust upon his dusk woven armor clad shoulders, but a boy stripped of life’s unforgiving ingenuities enveloped in his own sense of innocent gold.Sleep has never looked better. Even more so for the ( only ) one he would think to share such pleasantries with, tanned lips spreading into the barest hint of a smile in turn. 

❛ — Very well. All will be as you wish, milord. Your happiness is mine. ❜

　　&♞. *　　SLOPPY LIPS are donned on lethargic, 　　half-lidded features,　　 CURLS OF GOLDEN-WHEAT splayed on the curvature of Leon’s head. 　　He sighs, 　　but not from weariness nor discontent, 　　more on the LINES OF SATISFACTION as he pulls the covers even further.　　 ( 　　Up to his chin,　　 to be exact,　　 body stubbornly curled in the refusal of movement. 　　) 

　　❛　　 Your happiness is mine as well,　　❜ 　　he replies honestly,　　 slipping his hand away from the WHISPY WHITENESS of his retainer’s hair,　　 fingers more concerned with the INSPECTION of Zero’s features. 　　❛　　 You need to shave,　　❜ 　　he complains half-heartedly, 　　the pads of fingertips FALLING AWAY to silken sheets as he spouts out what comes to mind instantly. 　　NO FILTER, 　　in the depths of the morning, 　　where walls aren’t built so high he’s safe from the weight of perceived perfection that THREATENS TO SEEP IN. 

　　LIPS THE TASTE of laughter, 　　Leon lifts his upper body in reluctance as he BLINKS RAPIDLY to release the sleep from his eyes.　　 ❛ 　　However, it’s no good to indulge me. 　　You should know that.　　❜  　　The gruffness of his voice softens, 　　❛　　 Not that I mind.　　❜ 

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【 ⌑⌘⌑ 】— She’d noticed it earlier in the day. She’d noticed it and it’s bothered her for hours on end. Has nobody made him aware of the mistake in his wardrobe? Prince Takumi ordered both Hinata and herself to try to get along with their new allies, and if the other had been oblivious to something so painfully OBVIOUS… Oboro couldn’t have that. Leon wasn’t HER liege, but it was unbecoming for even a Nohrian Prince to go around with even the SLIGHTEST error in his attire — even if it’s something so simple as a backwards collar. The sōjutsushi couldn’t help herself, when she approached the royal, clearing her throat in spite of the rather… intense look on her face.

❝Ahem! … Prince Leon. It pains me to see nobody has made you aware, but you… seem to have rushed yourself when dressing yourself, this morning.❞ She spoke, completely unaware of her own scowl. Surprisingly enough, she hadn’t even thought for a second to judge the prince by such a blunder. After all, she’s been guilty of putting her own robes on backwards or inside out before…

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　　&♞. *　　BOWING HIS HEAD in obvious discomfort: 　　( 　　shame, 　　more like,　　 in the makings of TIGHTLY WOUND anger　　 ) 　　Leon moves his gaze to the blatant offense, 　　as it was almost, 　　if not always,　　 his go-to in early morning BLUNDERINGS, 　　his collar.　　 &, 　　indeed,　　 it was as she said — 　　inside out,　　 no doubt, 　　& 　　a black mark on the reputation he CRAFTED SO PERFECTLY for the Hoshidans who he still could not trust.　　 Lips mirroring the woman’s own, 　　he attempted to be cordial. 　　 ❛ 　Thank you for bringing it to my attention,　❜  he begins, 　　gauntleted fingers gripping tighter, 　　tighter, 　　by his sides, 　　❛ 　it is appreciated. I will CHANGE IT shortly.　❜

　　 HE PAUSED,　　 lips pursed in a RELUCTANT appreciation.　　 ❛ 　Don’t tell anyone,　❜　　he tells this retainer, 　　one elongated finger pointing accusingly. 　　 ❛ 　I will know if you do.　❜

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also me: why get drafts done when you can do this

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hey there !! i’ve been feeling good about myself after tackling quite a few asks and starters today - so even if i’ve been here for awhile - can you LIKE OR REBLOG if you don’t mind rping with an indie fire emblem: fates kaze ? thank you !

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its my birthday today !! thats why ive been so busy. i plan on getting some drafts done tomorrow though !

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Ah, let’s get started shall we? 

Please like or reblog this post if you would be willing to interact with an independent/multi verse and oc friendly Marx/Xander of Fire Emblem: Fates!

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　　&♞. *　　HE HAD ALWAYS been prepared to die, 　　but he didn’t know what it was LIKE TO SURVIVE.

　　VULNERABLE IN THE WAY he cared too much: 　　fingered death like some BREATHING,　　LIVING THING and was afraid he’d forget that person’s face. 　　 ❛ 　Zero,　❜ 　　is on his lips but does not come out: 　　instead the blast is searing; hot &. 　　 burning, 　　 &. 　　 because he is not looking he falls to the earth with a HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM &. 　　 mouth curled in the twisted MARRING OF PAIN.

　　 ❛ 　Zero,　❜ 　　 he tries to say again but his vision is a kaleidoscope of broken glass &. 　　 shattered scars, 　　 blood on the splattering of his horse’s neck &. 　　 he realizes he HASN’T BEEN BREATHING. 　　 I’m going to die, 　　 he thinks, 　　I’m going to die, 　　 he thinks, 　　 &. 　　 I didn’t get to say goodbye.

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　/ / / 

　　HE WAKES with a shuddering breath: 　　 he’s static, 　　 mind reeling, 　　 eyes adjusting, 　　 his bedroom EMERGING FROM A BATTLEFIELD. 　　 ❛ 　There is no danger here,　❜ 　　 he says aloud, 　　 if only to disquiet the silence and his own sense of dread.

　　HIS THOUGHTS come chaotically. 　　 Short, disorganized. 　　 Split in the middle — 　　 Brynhildr? 　　He searches restlessly for a familiar object only to be distracted by his BANDAGED HANDS, 　　 movement hampered by their tight hold on his aching skin. 　　So he TEARS THEM off, 　　one by one, 　　 watches the white unwrap to BROKEN VEINED, 　　scarred skin, 　　 a rage of purple &. red; 　　distorted, 　　 disfigured skin. 

　　HE’S HORRIFIED by it’s ugliness — 　　 by the scarring that must be his PAYMENT FOR BEING CARELESS; 　　for keeping his life. 　　So distracted is he he doesn’t recognize the sudden silence: 　　 the sheer quiet of being truly, 　　inevitably alone, 　　which he hasn’t been since he opened Brynhildr’s tome and it SPOKE TO HIM as a child. 

　　HE CAN’T FIND BRYNHILDR. 　　Instead he takes a fire tome and tries to summon fire but it doesn’t come: 　　 only a sputter BEFORE IT’S GONE. 　　He tries again &. 　　 again, 　　with lighting &. 　　 ice &. 　　 wind, 　　 &. their lack of response, 　　 their flicker before they die out died just like something inside him.

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　/ / /

　　LEON IS A SERIES of experiences he doesn’t want to believe. 　　He doesn’t tell anyone but he has one person HE CAN TRUST to tell. 　　 Is Zero even alive? 　　He refuses to acknowledge that thought: 　　his words are brisk orders and shoulders shoving trapping palms away that might put him back to bed.

　　❛ 　I need to see my retainer,　❜ 　　 he repeats, 　　 like a mantra, 　　 but what he’s really saying is, 　　❛ 　I need to see Zero,　❜ 　　 and he doesn’t allow anyone to stop him. 　　He has to know IF HE’S ALIVE, 　　he has to —

　　❛ 　Zero —　❜ 　　 The name is uttered like a hummingbird hovering inside his throat, 　　voice vulnerable &. 　　 raw as he enters the room, 　　his lover’s gaze turned away, 　　reminiscent bandages wrapped around his skin. 　　Leon tries to HOLD BACK TEARS he’s been holding in. 　　❛ 　I’m so glad —　❜ 　　 His voice breaks,　　 so he makes sloppy attempts of gaining his composure,　　 ❛ 　I’m so relieved you’re alive. I thought I ... I thought I had lost you.　❜ 　　 &.　　 in this relief in being reunited,　　 Leon doesn’t think about the magic that REFUSES TO OBEY HIM,　　 the divine weapon that no longer speaks,　　 or the weight of knowing he’s now useless to faze him.　　 At least he has this.

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　　&♞. *　　LEON IS ALL trembling hands &.　　lowered eyes,　　 words caught in the CLOGGING OF HIS THROAT.　　he doesn’t know how to respond:　　HOW COULD HE,　　when he’s supposed to reply to LOVE with some coherent answer ?　　he prides himself on observation;　　 of knowing &.　　PREDICTING events that were bound to happen.　　( 　　but not this.　　 )　　not Takumi who was once an enemy that BECAME A TREASURED FRIEND:　　his first mistake,　　in thinking he could PREDICT the unpredictability of this already turbulent friendship,　　his second,　　in not realizing that the warmth in his friend’s gaze was FOR HIM.

　　❛ 　takumi …　❜　　leon whispers,　　AFRAID TO ANSWER,　　afraid to destroy a friendship cultivated through SORTING THROUGH MISUNDERSTANDING.　　( 　　there is no misunderstanding here,　　he realizes,　　&.　　there is nothing left but telling the truth.　　 )　　❛ 　you’re IMPORTANT TO ME.　　but i don’t love you the way you want me to.　❜　　staring at the SILVER STRANDS OF HAIR,　　cheeks splotched with a dangerous shade of red,　　leon wishes he did.

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　　&♞. *　　HE IS IMPERVIOUS to complaints — 　he has to be,　  as THIS IS WAR &.　they are winning:　 whatever methods to accomplish THE FINAL GOAL were sweat off of his back.　 ( 　 all you have to do is CLOSE YOUR EYES.　 ) 　this did not mean that his lips WERE NOT TAUGHT,  　or his horse did not complain from the TOO TIGHT grip on its reins,　    or that he didn’t have to REMIND HIMSELF that the prisoners were enemies &. 　 that THEIR FATE was none of his business after they left his charge.　 ( 　 but the weight would ALWAYS CARRY once he closed his eyes.　    she did not deserve this.　 ) 　 ❛ 　we have come to understand you were the LAST RETAINER of the late queen of hoshido.　    you’ll be important enough FOR SOMEONE.　    you are also a strong fighter: 　   it is better to keep you captured.　❜　quieter, he continued,　 ❛ 　&.  　 alive.　❜　

           “What interest do a bunch of rich Nohrians want with a diviner like me? My services do not require me to be kidnapped and shackled!” She rattles the chains on her wrists for emphasis, but regrets it. Gods, were they heavy. “All I require is a small fee. And of course my cards. I’m going to need those back.” Orochi continued, looking up at the mounted mage, struggling to keep up. He looked like the most important one in this rather small group. From what she knew, he was the only royal present at the moment.

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　　&♞. *　　HOW FITTING for hoshidan’s　 BIGGEST DISGRACE to be spitting nonsense on the ground　while LEON could remain HIGH ATOP HIS HORSE,　eyes pressing down condescendingly on such a small figure.　 ❛ 　do i need to repeat myself ?　❜　HE MOCKS with no care for subtlety, 　unperturbed by a rather LACKLUSTER ATTEMPT at intimidation. 　( 　spoiled hoshidans who know nothing of war —　how were they capable of measuring strength at all ?　) 　❛ 　it is you with your low intelligence assumptions that has created the misunderstanding i do not pull my weight.　a war is won with well-placed allies.　do you not have retainers?　i have little time to order your incapable army around too.   　❜ 

　　TWISTING THE REINS between his gauntleted fingers,　 Leon figures he has BETTER TO DO than look over the prince obviously broken over his petty insecurities.　  Without pause &.　 without even a glance in Takumi’s general derection,　 Leon’s lips continue to maintain THEIR SELF-SATISFIED GRIN.　 ❛ 　on the contrary,　 i care for plenty just that list doesn’t include you.　 kamui will always be important to me　 &.　 i can show them that.　 what have you done other than hurt them with your selfish ignorance ?　truly pathetic.　   ❜　

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