Sew and Heal

"I sew because punching people is frowned upon." Independent Forrest/Foleo from Fire Emblem Fates. Written by Cat. I am Semi-Selective (Preference given to mutuals) Will follow back from abitofdeath

[theothervonkarmagirl]

“No, Mother… Not tonight.” 

“Are you sure?”

“If I tell the kitchen now, we can have them tonight.”

[fashionprxnce]

"I'm sure Mother. See if Clara has any ideas."

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

“Oh, Forrest, of course I do. When she gets portraits painted of her, we will celebrate her, too. Now, shall we have your favorite dessert to celebrate?”

“No, Mother... Not tonight.” 

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

“Mother! Please. Clara looks like you as well…”

“Forrest, just enjoy the moment! It’s okay to be the center of attention!”

“Do you ever center your attention on Clara?”

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

@abitofdeath​

Forrest vc: Mother!

“Ohhh,” she pinched his cheeks. “Did I embarrass youuu~? I’m sorryyy.”

“Mother! Please. Clara looks like you as well...”

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

@abitofdeath​

Forrest vc: Mother? Are you alright?

“M-My shoe was talking!!”

“It talked to me!! It wants to eat my toes!”

“Are you sure it wasn’t Niles trying to trick you again?”

“If you’d like I could check the shoe to see if it is truly possessed?”

[fashionprxnce]

//I'm thinking of making a 3H verse for this boy. Is anyone interested?

[fashionprxnce]

"Chico! If I paid you a commission to make a dress I designed, would ya do it?"

“Sure! Come with me to my workroom and we can discuss things. And if I don’t have the fabric you’d like we can go shopping for the right kind!”

[fe-aesthetics]

When we’re not invisible, we can become part of the pattern - woven into the fabric.

Forrest, Protective Brother

*requested by anonymous*

[fashionprxnce]

Forrest likes the sun as much as his Father does... so he’s hiding under a palm tree in the shade. He’ll come out at sunset.

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

“Me too,” Maria sighed.

“But…we have to push through it,” she was saying this more to herself than to her son. “Everyone is expecting us to pull through.”

He gives his mother a hug. “We will get through this Mother. It may take some time, but we will.”

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌: 

“She should be here by the end of the day,” Maria admitted. “But I think she’d appreciate it regardless of how long it takes.”

“…Are you looking forward to seeing her?”

“I am Mother. Though I wish it were under different circumstances.”

[fashionprxnce]

@theothervonkarmagirl

“Mother? When is Aunt Franziska going to be here? I’m making her a Nohrian coat since the weather is about to start changing. I want it to be ready when she gets here... or a few days after.”

He’s going to keep his library thoughts to himself for the time being. 

[fashionprxnce]

Forrest is reading peacefully in the library when a thought comes to him.

“Gods... am I going to be expected to take the throne in Makellos?”

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

@fashionprxnce

She’d gathered her children in her and Leo’s suite. “…Your grandfather, the king of Makellos, is dead. He was tried and found guilty of murder." 

Clara was shocked; she didn’t know that kings could go on trial.

"So, yes, my father…is dead,” suddenly, her calm, motherly façade began to shatter, and her words got caught in her throat. “And your uncle is missing, and he might be dead, too, but we don’t know. We just know that he’s gone.”

She exchanged glances with her brother.

“Your aunt is coming to stay with us soon,” Maria sobbed. “Because now they are putting some kid on the throne who has no idea what he is doing, so I hope you cherish your memories of your visits to Makellos, because it will never be like that ever again. That’s if it survives the week!” And then she burst into tears, unable to speak anymore.

“Mother…” Dangerously close to crying herself, Clara was at a loss of what to do. Maria had had outbursts, definitely, but they were never this serious.

Oh, so that is what had his mother frantic earlier... it made sense now that he was looking back on it. Forrest wasn’t as shocked as his sister seemed about their grandfather going to trial. When he’d visited the man hadn’t been the nicest and had seemed like he was scheming.  He leaned against his mother and sighed. “Well...” He didn’t know what to say in this situation. He wished that his Father was home right now... but he wasn’t and it fell to Forrest to do his job. 

He just doesn’t quite know what to do. “What can I do to help you Mother?”

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

She nearly broke down right there, and had her son not been in front of her, she would have. Taking a deep breath, she ran a hand through her hair.

“Your uncle, then,” she tried. He was the only other one with the authority to do this. “Xander. Have you seen him? Or Corrin? Anyone?!”

He peers at his mother. Concerned. “Is everything alright Mother? I think I saw Uncle Xander on the training grounds.”

[fashionprxnce]

“He’s gone?!”

“Oh…oh no, he can’t be! Did he tell you when he’d be back?!”

“Um...”

“I’m sorry Mother. All I head was him in the hallway talking to Niles about this errand. Something along the lines of a week or so?”

[fashionprxnce]

theothervonkarmagirl‌:

“Forrest,” she turned around, a desperate look in her eyes. “Have you seen your father today? Do you know where he is?”

“No... I haven’t. I think he’s out on an errand for... the King. Can I help you Mother?”