Bitter Blossom

 Severa/Selena; Knight of Seiros. closed + aff. with toa. Penned by Duncachino. Art by Koyoriin  

[fieryfreelancer]

theblueskywarrior:

call an ambulance! BUT NOT FOR ME

No matter the still lingering unfamiliarity and weirdness of the situation at hand, Hinoka does her best to remain focused at all times. Not only is she apparently supposed to be the experienced and knowledgeable one, the one turned to for help and advice and the one able to provide it - but when there are wounded innocents who had been attacked, there is only so much thinking required.

As the (un)lucky trio is being examined, however, the novelty factor forces its way back into the horizon - a large vehicle, not unlike the ambulance in some aspects but colored in mottled greens and grays, is headed towards them. As it appears in the corner of Hinoka’s eye, she twitches - prompting Sasha to take note of it as well, and she doesn’t like it one bit as she turns to her. “Let’s get these guys inside the ambulance.”

With a deep breath, she gestures Hinoka to come take a closer look at Jaxon’s shoulder. “Looks like the bullet missed his veins and arteries. Doesn’t discount the damage done to the muscles, but otherwise… he got lucky." 

This isn’t a type of wound Hinoka is entirely familiar with, but she knows enough about wounds just in general to pretend she is and be able to make a solid judgment. "Mhm. Damage’s there for sure, but it’s not life-threatening. Just don’t move the shoulder too much, okay? Let’s get in the ambulance and get this stabilized,” she says to Jaxon.

At the same time, she cannot help but side-eye Sasha a little bit. The woman is clearly hiding something, and while Hinoka knows about privacy and all that, this isn’t the best time for such things. While Sasha can’t see, Hinoka shoots a meaningful look towards Brigid, Severa and Sylvain. It’s fine for now. But keep your eyes and ears open.

“I don’t feel lucky,” Jaxon grumbles, but he goes along with the doctor’s orders anyways. He winces as he leans against you guys for help, stumbling into the back of the ambulance. Alyve and Chris follow close behind. As soon as all three enter the vehicle, Sasha takes a step back and leans into Hinoka’s ear. “I’m going to handle whoever is coming for us. Since you’re experienced, could you stay here and look after these three?” She also looks at Brigid, Sylvain, and Severa. “I’d feel better if someone went with me, but… I don’t want to impose…”

Hinoka hesitates, but at the same time, she shakes her head slowly. “No one here is about to die, at least from what I can see. I would rather go with you.” Her gaze then follows Sasha’s, towards their three companion. “Though it would be good for someone to stay and take care of them.” She sighs. “If you really think I’m the best for that, I can, but am I really of more use here than there?”

“They need you,” Sasha insists, referring to the patients. “They need someone strong and knowledgeable to tell them everything’s ok. And who has more wisdom than you?”

Mmmmmmm. You for example? Oh Sasha, if only you knew.

Hinoka lets out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll stay if you think so.” She then turns to Brigid, Sylvain and Selena. “I’ve got things under control here. Help Sasha out there, just be careful.”

> @fieryfreelancer @ulirblessed @cavalry

These scene before them was grizzly, with these three survivors being lucky to even be here, from the sounds of it...

And almost immediately, Sylvain is flirting with one of them. Lovely. She isn’t going anywhere near that situation. Brigid is dealing with some guy, and Hinoka is dealing with the third. Sasha is floating between all of them, and Severa just feels... useless. Perhaps that’s too harsh a word, but she’s not needed right now. They’ve got everything under control.

“I’ll go with you, Sasha.” She’s quick to listen in on that little conversation. Besides, with Hinoka being weary of Sasha, perhaps this is the chance Sev has to get close to the doctor and sus out any little secrets she’s got. 

“These three have all got their hands full with caring for a patient. I ain’t got nothin’ to do.” Stepping next to the doctor and the princess, Severa shoots a subtle look. The doubt in the Hoshidan’s eyes is apparent. But, the look shot back communicates her plans fairly well. I got this, I’ll figure out if anything’s off. I’ll be fine. Hopefully, it’s enough to get Hinoka to calm down, although the feeling between the two is mutual.

Why the hell would Sasha, the experienced doctor, leave three wounded patients with someone less experienced? 

“Just gimme a second and I’ll meet you over by the exit.” She gives a relaxed grin and a nod to the doctor, before looking to Hinoka. 

“Sounds like a plan. Don’t take too long.” As the doctor starts to walk away, Severa maintains eye contact with Sasha, just to make sure she doesn’t look back.

“I bet she wants something inside the museum. Probably why we’re even here in the first place. She might not even be a real doctor.” A gentle fist to Hinoka’s shoulder, before sighing. “Stay safe. I’ll be back soon. And if I’m not, well... you three’ll be fine.” A playful chuckle, before jogging to catch up with Sasha. 

This all felt fishy, and Severa’s bullshit detector was nearing its peak.

@cavalry @ulirblessed​ @theblueskywarrior​

[fieryfreelancer]

ulirblessed​:

mission impossible​​​

     “So we’re decided? Then let’s move out.” With everyone having decided on a course of action, they grab their respective weapons before following Sasha down to a place called the ‘parking garage’. It was where they kept all the vehicles for transformation, though none she’s ever seen. There were no horses, no pegasi, or carriages—just weirdly shaped machines, with the large white square one being Sasha’s vehicle of choice.

     Unfamiliar with how it works, Brigid reaches for one of the doors, only for Sasha to take her by the arm and insist that she would be driving. After watching Brigid shoot a hole into the wall, and everyone else’s surprising inexperience with the guns, she couldn’t trust them not to crash or run off the highway. And that was, well. She didn’t entirely understand what was said, but it was pretty damn fair, honestly.

    The rest of them load up in the back of the ambulance as Sasha takes the driver’s seat (not unlike a carriage, but instead of reins, there was a wheel), and with a bit of jostling, the machine takes off. Brigid looks around at the rest of her team, the weight of anxiety and confusion hanging in the air. They were thrust into an unfamiliar world, only just beginning to grasp its basic concepts, before being thrown into a potential combat situation they knew nothing about. The museum was a total blank, and more worryingly, their enemies were, too.

     But if it was the military, like Sasha might be thinking, then at least that would be something Brigid was at least familiar with, as opposed to viruses and AIs. Whoever they were, hopefully, they wouldn’t be forced to fight anyone Sasha knew. Or—

     “You think the missing faculty and students might be at this museum?” Brigid poses the question to the rest of her group, while Sasha couldn’t hear. Her expression grows pensive, hand resting on the gun at her hip. “I’m hoping we aren’t forced to fight ‘em…”

@fieryfreelancer​, @theblueskywarrior​

At Hinoka’s slick entrance, there’s a roll of the mercenary’s eyes. “I’m literally looking out for you. I can stop that if you’d like,” head hunching forward, there’s a grumpy look in her eye, though quickly she breaks into the slightest smile. Of all those here, she felt closest to the princess. Close enough to at least poke fun and shoot a playful wink afterwards.

But with the two other redheads here, both willing to throw themselves at whatever risk may come their way, there’s relief that creeps across every part of the short girls body.

Tilting her mug back, the rest of her coffee is chugged, piping hot. Clearing her throat, one final witty remark is made at all of their expenses. “Well, we can all die together if things go to the shits. Gimme two minutes to get something from my room.” Nonchalantly walking out, she’s quicker than she said. Returning with that very bat she found her first day here, she catches them loading into the back of some white van, and joins them.

The ride is fairly quiet at first. Perhaps they were too tired to have a proper conversation, or perhaps some were saying some kind of prayer in their heads. Severa is far too tired. Her chin rests on knob of her weapon, eyes shut until Brigid reminds everyone that they weren’t the only people who might be here. Huh...

“I wasn’t even thinking about that... they might be.” Sitting up, her back presses to the gently vibrating metal walls of the ambulance. “I mean, if they are, should we ditch Sasha? Try and regroup with them? I don’t wanna leave her but... what should we do?” Her voice is very low, keeping the other woman out of the loop. As much as she’d come to like the medic... this was an important conversation to have.

“What’re you guys talking about back there?”

“Oh, nothing! Nothing important at all! Nope! Just old friends we haven’t seen in a while,” she calls back a little too quickly. It earns a glare from the rearview mirror, which Severa meets without any remorse. It’s still too early to be not grouchy.

@theblueskywarrior​

[florages]

mission impossible

     After a week of being in the book, Brigid and the others had come to better understand the roles they would play in this story. Assistants and volunteer medics to the local healer—rather, doctor—curing the injured and sick in different war-torn areas of the town. But instead of magic, Sasha often used her meds; similar to the tinctures and tonics of the real world, and yet so unfamiliar.

     It was early morning when a high-pitched noise interrupts their meager breakfast of dried foods, Sasha jumping up from her seat and rushing out of the room. It isn’t long before Brigid follows suit, sure that the others are fast behind her, eventually finding Sasha furiously tapping away on something at the front desk. That ‘screen’ thing, Brigid thinks it was called.

     “Sasha? What is going on—” Suddenly, a large image of light conjures before them, displaying something that looked like a map. There were paths, buildings, and different little markers—with red arrows pointing to a certain location. At the sight, Sasha’s eyes widen, her face going pale.

     “No… the AI Museum… Oh God, no…”

     There was that A-I thing again. She’s mentioned it before.

     “The… things the police are after?” Brigid tries to wrap her head around it all, “What about it? Are they mounting an assault?”

     “We’re heading down there!” Brigid is left without an answer to her question as Sasha marches out from behind the front desk, steps hurried as she heads toward the weapon storage. But before she can, the former pirate grabs the doctor by the arm, “And do what? We’ve got weapons, but you sure it’s a good idea to tackle those AIs with just the five of us?”

     She rounds on Brigid, “It’s my duty!” And at that, the Yngvi finds herself at a momentary loss of words. Duty… to that, she could certainly relate.

@alliance, @theblueskywarrior, @fieryfreelancer

[fieryfreelancer]

As used to traveling into distant lands as Severa may have been, this one felt different. Acclimating to Nohr was much easier than wherever this was. In Nohr, it took maybe two days to find her sleep schedule once more, yet it’d been more than a week, and rest still evaded her. Bags slowly growing under those eyes and temper fluctuating on a whim, she stirs much earlier than usual.

Mixing herself some coffee in a room not too far from the doctor and the archer, the noise does draw the redhead. Yet still, she takes her time to finish the creamy brown drink. Pulling her pistol off the counter, she slides it into a holster upon her hip. Waltzing a few doors down, hips meet the doorframe.  

“Why are you two makin’ so much damn noise. It’s way to early for this...” she shoots, tilting the cup as it connects with her lips. Still hot, yet it jolts the girl. Seemingly more alert, she proceeds further, eyes glazing over the screen.

Much of it doesn’t make sense. Why she even bothered trying is beyond her.

Her attention meets the other two once more, meandering up to Brigid’s side. Juxtaposed to the other two, Severa hates that word. Duty has done nothing but cause her pain.

“Let’s make a plan, at least, right? I expect someone as smart as you to be less reckless. That’s my job,” she comments, a dry laugh following as she takes Brigid’s side in this argument. Even if they weren’t the closest, this girl was one of the three things she still had of their world. That had to count for something, right?  

“And as fun as rushing head first into a suicide mission sounds, let’s not just leave the others here? Hinoka would give us an earful if we left her here to be accosted by Sylvain...” she grumbles.  

@alliance @theblueskywarrior​

[fieryfreelancer]

alliance​:

Ma’am, I got lost on my way to college, Ma’am.

there’s  a  sharp  pain  that  radiates  at  the  base  of  sylvain’s  skull  when  he  awakens           of  course,   no  more  comforted  by  the  sound  of  panicked  and  urgent  shouting  amidst  his  allies,  but  the  worst  of  it  is  comes  with  the  booming  explosives  that  set  off  in  the  distance.   it  seems  he  wouldn’t  be  allowed  even  a  moment  of  respite  this  time  around.   his  gaze  flickers  first  to  each  of  the  girls  he  arrived  here  with,   then  quickly  to  the  doctor,   attention  lingering  upon  the  hefty  looking  item  in  her  hands…   what  did  she  call  it?   a  gun?   his  mouth  parts  for  a  moment;   there  are  countless  questions  swimming  in  his  head,   but  the  resounding  boom  outside  is  enough  to  tell  him  that  it  would  have  to  wait  for  later.

sylvain’s  hand  reaches  instinctively  to  his  side  to  grasp  onto  his  weapon,   the  lance  of  ruin,   only  to  grasp  helplessly  at  the  empty  space  beside  him.   a  panicked  glance  around  himself,   and  soon  realizes  the  relic  is  nowhere  to  be  found.   fuck.   well,   this  is  just  his  luck,   isn’t  it?

hinoka  gestures  to  one  of  the  drawers  in  the  room  and  advises  him  to  look  through  once  more  in  search  of  another  weapon.   “   sure  thing,   i’m  on  it,   ”   he  winks  in  her  direction  and  then  turns  his  attention  back  to  the  rows  of  drawers  to  begin  rummaging  through  them.   there’s  no  weapon  resembling  one  held  by  the  doctor,   but  sylvain  does  come  across  a  device  with  a  small,  sharp  toothed  blade,   as  well  as  a  ridiculously  heavy  apron.   the  purpose  for  either  of  these  things  escapes  sylvain  entirely.   with  little  other  choice,   he  picks  up  the  small  bladed  tool  as  well  as  a  few  remaining  scalpel  blades  in  the  drawer  hinoka  had  directed  him  to.

(   he’s  never  had  good  aim …   call  it  a  fatal  flaw;   possibly  in  a  very  literal  sense  depending  on  how  this  scene  unfolds.   but  hey,   they  don’t  need  to  know  that,  right?   )

with  the  tool  and  a  bunch  of  the  scalpel  blades  in  hands,   sylvain  rushes  over  to  the  side  of  the  doctor.   carefully,   hesitantly,   he  peers  from  around  the  doorframe  to  scan  the  area  for  the  opposing  enemies,   and  there’s…   nothing.   at  least,   not  immediately,   as  he  assumes  the  opposing  side  must  be  hiding.   suddenly,   something  shoots  past  sylvain:   quick  enough  that  he  blinks  and  nearly  misses  it.   the  doctor  besides  him  fires  her  weapon  in  retaliation  and  in  the  distance,   sylvain  can  hear  the  cry  of  pain  of  a  man  shot.

“   how  many  did  you  say  there  were  again?   ”   his  brows  draw  together  in  concern,   looking  to  the  doctor  as  he  clutches  onto  the  handles  of  the  scalpels  tighter.   “   you  sure  this  is  a  good  idea?   ”   his  question  doesn’t  settle  well  with  the  doctor,   whose  response  is  accompanied  by  a  sharp  glare:   “  they’ve  been  terrorizing  us  for  the  past  month  trying  to  steal  our  food  and  medicine,   and  now  you  feel  bad  for  them?  ”

“   hey,   hey!   if  that’s  the  case,   you  should’ve  let  me  known  earlier…   well,  not  to  worry,  then.   i’ll  make  sure  they  don’t  get  their  filthy  hands  on  anything  of  yours.   ”

@fieryfreelancer​

As much as the need to bicker at the very idea of tackling such devastating weaponry with such objects, there was acceptance in the need to arm herself. They were just like bows, after all. Just... more capable of killing them. 

Grumbling some unimportant gibberish under her breath, she makes her way to the drawer. While Severa desperately wanted whatever the hell Brigid was holding, it seemed that this drawer was picked dry. She combs through all of the drawers, since everyone else is armed and ready at this point. Most are empty, like Hinoka found already, yet there is an idea that comes to mind. 

“We can use these drawers to barricade entrances. And that big thing right there looks like a bitch to get through. Might be hard to get out though!” Index points to a large metal closet, a door ajar. Maybe there’s something inside there...

Pulling the door open yields almost nothing. There is a metal bat with several scratches and these weird insignias (stickers) plastered all over the side. There’s some dried red towards the blunt end, and that’s all that Severa needs to confirm what this is for. Reaching for a worn, white hand, browned from all the much and grim that must’ve met it prior, she wields it, and it’s quite light compared to a sword; it’s still hefty though. This’ll do nicely.

On the ground in that closet, there are a couple of white bottles that cause the girl to take a knee. “Uuh,” is all that comes from her mouth as those eyes dart from side to side, taking in each line. Ibuprofen tablets, 200mg. Pain Reliever/Fever Reducer This one sounds like it’s mostly empty, but the slightest of clacking gives her hope. There are three more containers. One’s empty, one’s mostly empty, and one appears to be fairly full. 

“Are these the meds you’re talkin’ about?” She holds a hand up, before reaching for a dark, purple liquid. Nyquil Severve Cold and Flu. Half empty. “Gods what  am I reading...? Morphine Sulfate I-N-J U-S-P. What the fuck am I reading?” Those are the only bottles in here though. Not a lot, and for all Severa knows, these are worthless. 

She’s got a big, thick hoodie on. It was rather comfortable, with a soft, furry interior, and a big pocket in the center. On her legs, she does have a little pouch strapped to her thigh, which she decides would be better security. It’s a tight squeeze, but they’re jammed in, and shut. The pouch bulges out, but she stands. The bat is swung over her shoulder, resting as she approaches the rest of them. 

@ulirblessed​

[fieryfreelancer]

Ma’am, I got lost on my way to college, Ma’am.

The scent of unfamiliarity floods Severa’s nostrils. Eruptions ring in dirtied ears as the rumble of rolling thunder makes it impossible to stay lights out any longer. Blinking slowly, arms come to brace for a nonexistent impact. The hard wood beneath her is a poor excuse for a mattress. Dull pains ache throughout that lithe body as finally, she comes to move.

Eyes slowly adjust to the lack of a proper light source, sans whatever flash can shine through those hefty boards mounted upon each window. Swift hands pat around, yet that dingy sword is missing. Shit. Something warm and sticky paints her cheek, and upon further inspection, blood is the only possible answer. A glance over herself deems it most likely not hers. 

She ain’t got time to bleed anyways.

“Where the fuck am I...?” A low grumble escapes a dried throat, before a cough to clear it. Gods above she needs a drink.

“Hello?” Voice ringing out with annoyed tone. “What the hell is happening? Where’s my weapon?” She calls out, pushing up to her feet. Shorter than the equipped woman. It’s only once she’s standing that she manages a look at her own outfit. “And what am I wearing? This is abhorred...” she mumbles to herself. Raggedy and admittedly more comfortable than expected, it’ll do for now. 

Though spotting the other two with her is certain a relief. She recognizes them from Garreg Mach, and one from... Hoshido. What was her name? “Oi, blondie! Princess! Get up, now is not the time for shuteye! As much as I wish it was...” Then, those sharp eyes meet the only other woman conscious now, expecting some kind of order or explanation. 

@ulirblessed @theblueskywarrior

[fieryfreelancer]

Because No One Else Will

exclted​:

If Lucina were any different, she would fold the other in her arms of her own accord. She longs to, in fact, to let actions speak where words cannot, but worry freezes her in place. Naga forbid she anger Severa any further.

Admittedly, it is almost amusing to watch the way emotions process so clearly across the other girl’s features. She always has found that trait of Severa’s to be quite endearing–so expressive where she herself is the opposite.

A step is taken towards her and Lucina braces herself to accept the slap she’s sure is coming. What greets her instead is perhaps one of the most strange embraces she has ever felt, but it is considerably better than the alternative.

Arms encircle the other, even if rigid and awkward in that way of hers. “I’ll be sure to make it up to you,” hummed as they part. She isn’t smiling, but there is a fondness that softens her features.

But that fades quickly, dissolving into weariness.

“I don’t know.” Lucina sighs, shoulders slumping. “I left because Ylisse hurt–because being so near to my father and my mother and the version of myself that will never have to fight Grima hurt.” 

The words leave her before she has even considered them, and guilt hits her like a wave. It’s a feeling she has come closer to terms with, but still.

“We won,” exhaustion weighs on her voice, eyes on the floor, “and I realized that all I had cared about for so many years was over.”

“I mean, yeah of course it hurt. I get that,” her tone still sounds like a whine, yet that’s just her inflection. Even still, it wasn’t as if Lucina was alone in her feelings.

The Severa her mother was raising now would never understand the tribulations endured to secure a better tomorrow. And what’s worse yet, they didn’t even get a better tomorrow. They got a timeline they could live in, with their world still lost. Talk about bitter-sweet.

Severa pulls a bench out from one of the tables, sitting with her back to dull edges of wood. Closed off as when they first met, her posture is guarded, like she’s afraid of letting Lucina in again.

“When we first talked about trying to fix our future, I was always behind you, no matter what. When we finally traveled back to meet our parents, I was there with you and everyone else. When we killed Grima, you and I both realized the same thing. That it wasn’t good to be around our younger selves. I dunno about you but... baby Sev is gonna have her own issues to work out. Doesn’t need me bein’ jealous of her.” With an airy chortle, she’s dismissive of her own happy ending.

“I remember what you said to me, when you first started talking about leaving, to find some other war to fight. Do you?” A few moments pass, before arms are thrown up. “Gods, you can’t even remember our final conversation! I said, ‘Why are you running off to fight another battle.’ Do you remember what you said? Because I sure fuckin’ do.” Another pause, before leaning forward. Nostrils flared as a quick exhale jets free.

“Because no one else will." Those words never escaped her grieving mind. Not when Lucina fled to find some other purpose to fulfill, and not when Severa did the very same thing. 

Tension lingers as words are carefully chosen. Admitting to the genuine feelings she felt was never where Sev excelled. “I’m not upset that you left. I was never upset that you left. I’m...” Those words are forced, as if some venomous reply was lying in wait. Pride and passion couldn’t coexist inside that inferiority complex. 

“I’m hurt that you left without me.” As simple to say as that is, it’s a tremendous step for the mercenary. Feelings being reciprocated is an unfamiliarity.

“Felt like the person who understood me the most was suddenly gone. And I didn’t know if I’d ever get her back.” Head hanging, those words are low, not wanting any prying ears to possibly find some weakness to be picked at. 

[fieryfreelancer]

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed (Laslow Au!! :))

“But nothin’! Don’t look at me, don’t try and make it weird, don’t even perceive me! We are sharing this bed, but that doesn’t mean I am happy about it, okay?” Leave it to Laslow to break his bed in the absolute most idiotic way possible. Gods above, hearing this fool trying to explain that he broke his bed and make it sound like he isn’t an entire dolt. 

She caught him trying to explain to one of the other retainers that they broke the bed. She was very quick to remind them that, no, she dropped the damn thing trying to move it to the other side of his room. Two of the legs cracked and they needed to get a new frame. Initially, he spent the first night on his own, but wouldn’t shut up about the way his back hurt the next day! So, she felt obligated to let him stay in her room and sleep in her bed.

And now, they laid with their backs to each other, three of her many, many pillows stuffed between them, separate blankets covering each of them. Yet this separation she forced felt... very lonely. Yeah, that was the point, but that didn’t change how she curled in on herself. After several minutes, the girl sits up and tosses all three of the pillows to the ground, offering, “This is uncomfy.”

Slowly, her body is scooted back to press to Laslow’s, feeling much more relieved at even such slight contact. A few more minutes of silence, before she offers a quiet, “You know, of all the people to be stuck in this situation with. At least you aren’t Cynthia.” She can imagine that sharing a bed with that one would be way more difficult. 

If only Laslow knew.

By the next morning, Laslow would have a tiny lil redhead clinging to his side, holding onto him with the tightest grip he may have ever felt. She’s quiet though, just pleased to have something to hold onto that isn’t a pillow.

[fieryfreelancer]

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life !!

Nohr and all of its funky little mages were quite something. One second they're getting bent over accidentally kicking some sparkling rocks, the next second they're creating craters in the battlefield with a spell Selena wouldn't even try and pronounce. Most of all, the daughter of one verbose and thunderous mage she had the (unfortunate) luxury of coming to Nohr with.

Ophelia was a delight to be around, though. Still the same charismatic dramatics, yet quieter, though part of that was just her voice being naturally lower. Even so, it's more pleasant. Not like she'd ever tell Owain that.

Even now, facing off against an enemy, Ophelia is already doing more for her than her father. And that is raining the thunder of the gods upon some poor schmuck who decided today was a good day to choose violence. Shielding herself from oncoming debris, by the time her arms lower, the enemy isn't even there anymore. They'd be blown to smithereens, and there's a sigh.

"Hey now! Don't go gettin' too excited! You coulda seriously hurt someone doing magic that close to them!" She scolds, walking up to the young mage. While it's still a scolding, there's clear worry in her voice. She's not doing this to be mean, she's doing this to try and spare Ophelia from hurting someone she valued.

A gentle punch to her shoulder, before taking a deep breath. "But uh, thank you, for the help. It was a good strike. Just, be more careful next time, won't you?"

[fieryfreelancer]

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

For nearly two years, Severa had been spent her time being a recruit for the Ylissean Pegasus Knights. Cordelia was everything to Severa: A role model, her mother, a knight, perfect in every regard. Ever since her younger years, people expected Severa to take up the mantle that Cordelia would inevitably leave behind.

Despite her mothers encouragement and reassurance that Severa was doing good enough, it was definitely not enough. The way her comrades gazed with such disapproval at every little mistake she made, how quick they were to point out the most minor of flaws in stance, or how she held her lance.

It was never enough.

The way Cordelia's name seemed to get brought up any time Severa was being talked about. Snickers about how the captain's daughter couldn't even fly a pegasus that fast despite having the best time in her squad. Even during her instructors praise, when it should've been Severa's time to shine, her mother seemed to somehow find her way into the conversation.

Hours spent practicing with a lance, working herself until she couldn't stand, only to force herself back up the next day to repeat. Working her stead so hard, running obstacle courses just to increase her time by even a millisecond. Well, one fatal mistake leads to her pegasus breaking a leg, and we know what happens when a horse breaks its leg.

She couldn't look her squad mates in the eye, and promptly backed out. Never again would she fly or use a lance. Never again would she try and be like her mother.

Yet here she was, wishing for some kind of saving grace. Some pegasus to fly high on, to give her some kind of vantage over these enemy bandits. Or maybe her lance, which still remained her stronger weapon, even after using the sword for so much longer.

And where the hell was the guy she was on this mission with?! Some dolt with a wyvern who was definitely not helping her right now.

Cutting down some assailant with an axe, the swordswoman turns her attention to another, ready to charge. That is, until out of the corner of her eye, she spots two lancers pushing her, ready to put her down. This wasn't looking good. Freezing in her tracks, she makes the split second decision to try and fight the both of them off, preparing for a less than desirable outcome.

Then, like a blur, both bandits are sliced to bits. Looking up, she sees the blonde that accompanied her. It's about time... yet there's still something in her chest that hates it. Needing to be saved was unbefitting of Severa. By someone who can fly, and wield a lance, nonetheless.

"Was wondering what took you so long! Leaving a maiden to fight all these bandits by herself, tch."

[fieryfreelancer]

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

Finally, others start to secure the area around the Ylisseans. The sting in her shoulder clouds her mind, unable to focus on anything but cold winds assaulting it. It hurts to move, but she can't leave Odin. Not until she's hoisted up by her lord and... someone else. The only reason she can even recognize Camilla through her blurry gaze is the lavender waves of hair.

Sharply inhaling as the wound is flexed, a pained groan escapes, just trying to keep quiet. "Wait... Odin..." she starts, before a pained gasp escapes her. No talking, talking is too hard. Unable to tell how long they've been walking, Selena is finally laid down in front of the youngest princess, her only request being, "Stomach... on... stomach..."

Elise is left to mend the brutal opening on her arm, and it's disgusting. That axe cleaved deep, flesh split wide to reveal the parts of her body that should never see the light of day. Red and pink blend together for her torn muscles, blood still trickling out and down her arm and back. Hot and sticky, a hand comes to grab the healers, squeezing tight as relief finally sets in. A warm, yellow hue surrounds her, Severa gazing up.

As soon as its possible, her free arm is planted firmly on the ground, unsteady as force is applied. "Aargh!" Is all that comes out, before collapsing again to the ground. Not strong enough... "Is he okay? Odin," glassy eyes look to the youngest flower of the bunch. A nod is given, and all she can do is slump back against the ground, cheek pressing to the dirt.

"Thank you..." squeezing that hand tighter. She can't let her boys die, not here. They've all gotta get back home, have to see their families, have lives that are more important than this. "That was... so scary..." practically incoherent, Sev shuts her eyes, breathing slow. She couldn't die, not yet.

[fieryfreelancer]

❰❰ +DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

"Odin!"

That explosion was massive, and enemy soldiers flocked right towards the epicenter, right where a certain, stupid blonde mage would be. Hearing his battle cry in the distance, there's no time to wait for these Nohrian's to pick up the pace.

Rushing straight into the ground zero, the dust hasn't even settled. Gods there were so many of them. Thankfully, she gets the jump on the first enemy she encounters. Shoving her blade directly into their back, snapping their spine. Quickly, the blade is unsheathed from the body, and it's onto the next, though now, the enemies have an idea of where she is... She must've killed at least 10 soldiers, allowing time for other allies of hers to arrive and offer their own assistance.

Once again, a charge is led, only to spot three enemies, unaware of her advance on them.

"Don't you fucking touch him!" Voice strained, she shrieks as loud as possible, before she charges straight in. Her sword sinks deep into the enemies chest, narrowly evading their jab with a spear. She can't seem to dislodge this strike from the warm body, so instead, she forces the enemy down, opting to seize their weapon. It wasn't like they'd need it, after all.

She steps away, slamming the elongated blade right into the stomach of another enemy with such force that they're lifted off the ground for a moment, before being dropped. A gnarly gnash is left as the serrated edge drags across their stomach. Suddenly, a sharp pain is left in her shoulder, feeling an axe cleave right into her.

Adrenaline so high, it hardly phases her, quickly turning around to deliver a swift blow right to the enemy. "Fuck. You!" She yells as her blade meets his neck, separating their head right from the rest of them. Tossing the spear down though, there's something more important.

"Owain..." she's forgotten all about their aliases. Falling to her knees, she presses her ear to his chest, practically collapsing once his gentle, thumping heart is heard. She couldn't thank the gods enough for that one. But, that doesn't mean she's done with him yet.

"You idiot. We're supposed to make it outta here together! You can't be doing shit like this, you dolt!" Arms gently enrapture the larger man, and a sharp inhale reveals that she can feel the pain. Gently gripping the fabrics of his outfit, she hides herself in his chest. This kind of attitude was the exact reason she worried.

He was always so willing to show off just how damn special he was without the repercussions for his actions. It was admirable, but dangerous. A tear slips down her cheek, meeting his bare chest.

"It's not fair of you to scare me like this!" She whines, face hidden against bare skin. What would Lucina think if she saw him doing this?

[fieryfreelancer]

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

Those blows were always stronger. Each time Lucina's sword clashed with Severa's, there was no denying the difference in strength. Yet strength was never the center of their contests. A rapier would always lose to a broadsword when it came to slashing, yet Severa's jabs proved more precise.

After being deflected by one of her signature, fierce swings, Severa stutters back, feet planting quickly. Her hair doesn't stop, the inertia of the sudden shift in momentum cracking like a whip against damp cheeks. A firm stab forward, frustrations more apparent as she tried to crack Lucina's guard.

Loud clangs of metal continue to ring out in the courtyard, dust kicking up more and more as the battle draws closer to its end. If there was one thing Lucina could always guarantee, it was a mental victory. There was just something about the way they battled that pissed Severa off. Her calm exterior carrying over for each sparring session was definitely one thing. Something else was just the clear difference in skill. Any chucklehead could point out that Lucina was stronger than Severa, but gods, did it hurt to see with her own eyes. Each strike seemed absolutely pointless, and that just drove Severa further into her own insanity.

Hatred doesn't even begin to describe the passion Severa has to beat Lucina in just one session. Just once.

The daughter of the man who drove her mother so far from her family couldn't escape her mind, like a terrible, abhorred virus infecting her mind. 'Don't let what the others say get to you. You are Severa.' That's what she always said. Heaving air in and out of those strained lungs, teeth grit so tight that her jaw ached, one finally strike is delivered to the future exalt.

And with ease, that strike is deflected, causing the butt of her own sword to smack Sev square between the eyes. Stunned by such a blunder, Lucina can easily capitalize and knock the girl to the ground.

Being knocked on her ass is never fun, but resignation is the only answer. Bested yet again.

All that tension seeps from that small body into the dirt beneath her, slowly pushing up. Thumb and index carefully squeezing the bridge of her nose, a sigh escapes. No tears, yet those eyes feel so heavy.

"Don't."

But, nothing comes from those gorgeous, gentle lips of the exalt. Calloused pads tug Severa's hand from her face, and through that rough skin, the soothing palm like the eye of some unyielding storm. Seeing each stunning trait so close, watching how those alluring eyes are far more focused on reddened knuckles rather than her. An affectionate gaze lingering before her stupidly exquisite face leans close, framed so impeccably by each blue strand of hair. Her lips are so soft. Yet they pull away from her dainty hand too soon.

Is it possible to be jealous of your own hand?

Lucina says something that isn't 'I love you,' so Severa hardly processes it. Head turning, hand being yanked away, the girl mutters a simple, "C'mon, don't make it weird..."

[slaughterdolly]

"Hey! What're you doin' here? How the hell did you get away from Xander?"

The feisty lil' redhead walks up to one of the other retainers she met during her time in Nohr. She's most definitely surprised that Peri managed to find time like that, unless it was by the eldest siblings request.

Oh! Peri recognizes that little fireball from somewhere! The retainer of Lord Xander’s sister.. not that Peri forgot on purpose as most memories of her are fond, but as scatterbrained as she is, she couldn’t remember her name! Seeee.. vera..? No, that can’t be right!

“Hmm!?” Peri sounds offended at the redheads words. “You think I’m the one who ran away from Lord Xander? How dare you! Lord Xander is the one that ran away from me! I’m gonna have to punish him when I see him again— I’m gonna stab him real good for making me sad! I’ll forgive you for being mean if you join me.”

Peri’s angry demeanor ended quickly, giving Se-something an innocent smile. “I think you have some explaining to do too! Did you break Camilla’s heart and run away from her?”

[fieryfreelancer]

“Oh yeah? Fat chance! You know as well as I do that he’s way too anal about his retainers. The only way you got away from him is if you ran!” That being said, she was very quick to be called on her own escape from the Nohrian Princess. 

Shit. She really didn’t need Camilla finding out she was here. The last time Severa talked about leaving, Camilla quite literally threatened her, and considering that she was in Fodlan... Her face drops, eyes wide as she stares at the ground, re-evaluating everything in her life in this very moment.

“Uh, no comment! No comment, no comment, no comment.” She says, quickly turning around and walking away. “Something else came up though, so I really ought to get going. Nice catchin’ up with you, Peri!”

[fieryfreelancer]

Insert Dragon Pun Here

From one blue-haired bozo to the next, would Severa ever catch a break?

No, no she wouldn’t. The only difference is that this little clod was silent, and honestly, she kinda preferred the babbling that his younger sister did. Eirika’s talking was annoying, but tolerable. It put any rampant thoughts at ease and allowed her to just focus on one thing; pointless words. Ephraim was the exact opposite, with the only thing audible being his footsteps. 

Dear Naga this was awkward, but not something completely unfamiliar. Gerome was worse. 

Like, yeah, they had a mission that was probably gonna be dangerous, but they still had a good long walk before they even got to that village! This was torture, the silence making each passing second feel like hours. Eventually, she gives a loud groan out, looking over at the knight.

“Gods, can you say literally anything? You’re just walking there in silence and it’s so off-putting!” She snaps, arms crossing as she stops in her tracks. This was more important than some stupid town getting attacked by some dragon that they could probably deal with themselves. Needing two knights to come along... this had to be some kind of joke. If only two knights were needed, then they ought to drop this dragon easily.

@solarsbrace

[marichive]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

[fieryfreelancer]

June Activity Check: Passed

Total skill points: 4 -> 5

Sword rank up: d -> d+  

[fieryfreelancer]

[PLUNGE] - sender scoops up the receiver in their arms and jumps into the water >:)

Looking back, Severa can't tell whether this is a clever ruse, or if this is just coincidence, that her first five minutes at the beach would have her soaked and missing both sandals.

She can remember the good times, the dry times, having just knocked Inigo on his ass and mocking him in return. Only to have two strong arms wrap around the short girl from behind. She's raised above the ground, and immediately yelps.

"Hey now!? Who do you think you are?! Put me down this instance?!" She howls, legs kicking as her arms are restrained.

This is hell.

Immediately. Immediately, the culprit decides to rush them both into the water, before she finds herself submerged.

Bubbles of air burst from her nose, face scrunched up, braced for the impact she just endured. Only being held under water for a few seconds, she's let up, taking a deep breath. Finally let go, she turns around, only to see Lucina as the culprit. Face growing darker, she reaches to fix the strap of her swimsuit.

"Jerk..." she comments, stepping a little closer as she looks over her shoulder. "I thought you were some weirdo! Gimme a little warning next time, won't you?"