Corrupted, Cleansed.

"I suppose all I really want is for all our people to be happy."   (( Indie RP blog for Lyon from Sacred Stones. Semi-selective.))

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Code Me A Tragedy || Lyon & Ephraim (Android AU)

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Ephraim’s mechanical arms kept Lyon in his embrace as he nuzzled against him gently, brilliant, soft, beautiful violet hair brushing against his own blue. Ephraim simply shook his head when Lyon called himself pathetic and apologized. No, this was…this could be okay for them both. They could make this work. They had a second chance, a chance to do what they never could before.

“You’re…you’re not pathetic Lyon…” Ephraim reassured the scientist. “You’re not. Don’t be sorry, please. You’ve…given us another chance to do what we didn’t have the chance to do before, Lyon.” The blue-haired android stroked Lyon’s hair lovingly. We’re both here, and we both love each other. We can be with each other now, even though it’ll take some getting used to. It’s all alright Lyon. Don’t you see? I love you!”

Ephraim suddenly lifted Lyon’s head gently, and his lips pressed against Lyon’s. This…this was the one thing about Ephraim that felt entirely natural. His lips moved like lips should move. He was able to press them against Lyon’s to convey all the emotion he’d kept hidden for so long. It kept him tethered, grounded, reminded him that the human that was Ephraim still possessed this body. Even if it was a different body, it was still Ephraim. And oh gods, the kiss was more wonderful than he’d imagined it.

He opened his mouth to protest again, to shake his head, to deny, to ask how anyone could ever love him, this is not the second chance i envisioned, it’s not alright, how can you love me after what i’ve done to  y o u--

And suddenly, he was looking into bright blue eyes, a hand on his chin, before Ephraim leaned in- And any train of thought he had was immediately derailed as the scientist froze, stunned, before closing his eyes and relaxing into the kiss. Though not the chapped lips he’d always imagined, it was still Ephraim, somehow, and Lyon could almost trick himself into thinking everything was alright again, that the blunet was still alive in a form that wasn’t a replica, that they hadn’t just been crying their hearts out to eachother.

But this wasn’t their reality, wasn’t the way he’d wanted it, the way either of them had wanted this. The moment ended too soon as he pulled away, hands on Ephraim’s shoulders, gaze cast downwards, eyes wide, afraid, even, as reality rushed in on him once more. Hands trembling, his grip on Ephraim tightened, before he looked up, as if afraid he would lose the other all over again. He’d been too weak to protect, to warn, to preserve, to honor. He didn’t want to fail this time.

“Please... Please don’t leave again. Please stay.” Lyon mumbled. Blinked once, twice. His gaze wavered, his voice dropped to a whisper as his eyes closed and his forehead rested against Ephraim’s with a sigh.

“I... I love you, too. I love you so, so much.”

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Ephraim: not long ago, i lost my dear friend lyon.

Lyon: [across the room] qUIT TELLING EVERYONE IM DEAD

Ephraim: sometimes i can still hear his voice

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✖ (( SORRY LEO 8'DDD ))

50%.

Exposure to dark magic had never been a good idea, no matter how adept one was at it. It was actually almost sad how that had only occurred to him now.

Lyon stared at his reflection in horror, at the dark patterns crawling across his skin, blossoming from the scar where the blow that should’ve killed him had been made, the black marks like tendrils of smoke on his torso. His heart lept into his throat as he clawed at the old wound, the purple-black-tinted skin around it, scratching it raw, long, untrimmed nails making it bleed as tears of pure and utter terror rolled down his face, darkening the carpet which each drop that hit the floor.

No. Formortiis was gone. He must be seeing things. So why were those markings moving, taunting him, why were the voices coming back to laugh at his misery? He wanted to scream, to cry, to run-

But he stayed on the spot, mouth open in a silent cry for help, knees buckling so he fell to the floor, choking on air.

When the servants found him, he had fainted on the floor, chest marred by scratch marks across porcelain, untainted skin.

And nobody knew what had happened.

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✖ (I shouldn't do this. LOL.. )

40%.

The sleep spell had worked, and everything seemed to return back to it’s normal state once more- The occasional whisper was batted away, the nightmares only rarely came to haunt him- Lyon was sure that he had won out and all would be well.

Yes, he would be fine. There would be no repeat of history, and he wouldn’t ever allow it.

But how can you trust yourself so much? they replied, for the first time in days, a thousand hushed voices combining into the roar of a great beast-

And it took some effort, but he willed them away. Yet their words remained, like a lingering presence.

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✖ I can't bring myself to torment my Lyon more at the moment so... fufufu~. I'll torment your baby instead.

30%.

Just when the voices had started to fade out and cease, the nightmares began- Hands trembling, blood in his eyes, corpses strewn around like r a g d o l l s- 

Of course it wasn’t like he hadn’t had dreams like this before (they plagued him constantly after the war), but he could see them almost every time he closed his eyes, every time he nodded off, and when he woke up he could still smell the sharp iron of blood, feel the death in the air, his hands didn’t feel like his own to the point where he had to put them in cold water in sheer panic just to make sure they were still his own.

Deprived of sleep more than ever, the servants took notice and asked him if he was okay- But he waved them off, simply saying that he’d been working on something lately. This being quite normal with the prince, their beloved and hardworking prince, they left him be- And Lyon sorely wished he had told them the truth.

Then again, his cover-up hadn’t entirely been a lie- He was working on an effective sleep spell now. The only thing it had to do is work.

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✖ [ kill me for this lol ]

20%.

The voices, the voices. He had no idea how they had begun, but they were always there, whispering his doubts to him, his fears, ever since the incident- He’d learned to block them out, but they were always there at the edges of his mind, no silence ever was true silence, and every moment spent alone with his own thoughts- no, those weren’t his own- was torture, taking its toll on the prince’s mind. He’d been spending more time in the garden, been opening his windows during thunderstorms, all to keep those demons at bay.

He was scared- no, terrified, but he couldn’t be a burden on his people, on Knoll, Ephraim, Eirika. He would win this time- After all, the Demon King had been vanquished, and he would be able to prevail over the voices.

He would be able to get through this on his own.

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Lyon has already been through enough, we don't want to see him insane again--- *drops ✖* Oh shoot

10%.

The migrane that hit him was sudden and agonising, causing him to stumble in his step and to lean against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to block out the light intensifying the headache further, the pain ringing in his ears like a thousand screams- And while it wasn’t the first migrane like this he had gotten, its intensity was still quite alarming. Lyon forced his eyes open and gasped for air, and as soon as it had started, the pain stopped, leaving only a dull throb at his eyes and the sides of his head in its wake.

The prince took a few shaky breaths to recompose himself, before looking around to see if anyone had noticed- But the hallway was empty, not a soul to be seen.

It was just another headache. Perhaps…

Perhaps he should drink something and take a nap.

This would certainly pass, as it always did.

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For every “✖” I get, my Muse’s “Darkening Meter” will rise by 10%, driving them more and more insane! If you get them to 100%, you get a small drabble of their final moments before being completely enveloped!

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Ephraim’s heart started to race as the violet-haired prince’s hand started to reach toward Ephraim’s visage. True, it would only be a simple act of contact, but the idea still made Ephraim a little nervous but happy at the same time. But as Lyon’s hand fell back to his side, doubt and uncertainty started to creep in once more, and the blue-haired prince of Renais felt it well up inside of him.

It was clear to Ephraim, however, that Lyon was deep in thought about something and it was most certainly either Ephraim’s own words or, more likely, his lips touching Lyon’s forehead. What was Lyon thinking? Was he taking it the wrong way? Was the wrong way actually even the wrong way to take it? Did Lyon want it to mean more? Did he even think it was possible it could mean more? Gods, now Ephraim was really starting to wish he had really thought it through, unlike a lot of things. He had put himself in what was really a lose-lose situation unless he did something else now.

Was now even really the time to put his heart on the line? Well, Ephraim was now determined to do what he couldn’t before, and he was about to find out.

“Lyon…there’s something I never got the chance to tell you or…show you…before…” Ephraim murmured before taking in a deep breath and exhaling deeply. His breathing became heavier, his heart continued to pound in his chest, and his mind started to reel from all the possible repercussions of what would happen next, but that all melted away the instant his lips touched Lyon’s own ones gently, while his left arm snaked around the violet mage’s waist. Gods help him, he loved the prince so much, and there was nothing that could be done to help that fact. All he could hope was that, through some miracle, Lyon felt the same.

At first, he only looked up at the other in what might’ve been fear, hesitation or doubt- Perhaps all three, perhaps none of them, and his heart nearly stopped as Ephraim spoke again, he had to fight to keep his hopes from flickering back to life- No, no, it couldn’t be true, it simply couldn’t, it wouldn’t make sense, why would he-?

But that train of thought soon broke off as abruptly as it had started as the prince leaned in and touched his lips to his own softly, lightly, and Lyon’s eyes widened, before closing as he returned the kiss, nose bumping against the blunet’s as he did so, the prior doubt and apprehension now forgotten, overridden by joy and sheer relief.

He did, he did, and there was no doubt about it- For an instant, nothing else mattered. His hands had somehow found their way to the sides of the other’s face, before he pulled away, a slightly blank look on his face, before that was quickly replaced by the beginnings of a smile, more seemingly forgotten tears threatening to spill over as he laughed, quietly, nervously, more similar to an exhale than an actual laugh. What should he say? What was he supposed to do?

“I...”

Gods, he had no idea. His head lowered slightly as he closed his eyes and let his arms rest on Ephraim’s shoulders with a quiet sigh, forehead resting lightly against the other’s without him really noticing. After a brief moment of silence, he peered back up at him. A quiet breath, lips parting, before he spoke, quietly, almost inaudibly, voice weak, wavering. 

“Ephraim? Do you...”

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Lyon closed his eyes and breathed a sigh- He’d gotten himself in quite the pickle, and it didn’t look like he was going to get out of it easily.

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Magvel karta cards (minus Ephraim because he’s just using his DLC art) as requested by siegmunds

Source of the scans (please do not remove the blog credit!)

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(( It’s about time I got back on this blog. 

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          I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ 『ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ』ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ

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                         ♚  ʜᴏᴍᴇ    -    ʟᴀᴡ    -   ɪɴǫᴜɪʀᴇ  ♚

Indie Lyon from Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones. Semi-selective, 2+ years of RP experience.

Art by myself, please do not use without permission.

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(( when did i draft all of this oh god how long have i ignored lyon

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Ephraim froze. His eyes widened and his whole body felt like it was petrified, stuck in place. This was impossible. It couldn't be possible. There was no way. But that violet hair, those unmistakable clothes, that face. That FACE. "W-Who" Ephraim's voice wavered. "W-Who are you?! F-Formortiis already used him enough! L-Let our friend go! L-Let Lyon-" His voice cracked. "Let him go-" Gods, Ephraim could stand no more of this. Why Lyon?! Why the poor gentle prince who deserved nothing but good?!

Lyon turned around at the sound of Ephraim’s voice, his eyes widening as his breath caught in his throat, and he could suddenly muster no words in the face of his friend. Let him go. How his normally solid voice wavered and cracked. Let our friend go.

Even after all that had happened, all he had put them through, did the blunet still consider him his… Friend? 

He didn’t feel worthy. He wasn’t worthy. He’d committed something unforgivable, something that he believed he could never atone for.

But it had felt like forever had passed since he had last seen the other prince, it truly did, and he was gad, in a way- But it was too early, it was still too early, he wasn’t ready- And from what he could see, Ephraim wasn’t, either. And it felt like forever for him to open his mouth, to finally begin speaking, his voice thinned down to little more than a croak.

“Ephraim…” he spoke, almost inaudibly hands clenching into fists, then unclenching and growing slack. “I… It’s me.”

There was nothing more he could offer, nothing more that he could formulate that wouldn’t be for naught. Lyon avoided eye contact hastily, gaze averting towards the ground. “I’m sorry.”

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Ephraim simply shook his head at first and laughed sadly. “Lyon…I can’t because…because there’s nothing to forgive..it wasn’t you….you’re…you did nothing. The only one who should apologize…is the one sealed in that damned stone, but he never will…Lyon…you…you always have been…fine as you are…” The prince of Renais had never been so vulnerable or broken before, but here he was. He didn’t care either. His right hand gently stroked the violet hair of the other and he kept Lyon held close. Lyon was back where he belonged…away from the clutches of that wretched demon and here with everyone else…with Ephraim…

Suddenly, the bluenet placed a gentle, reassuring kiss upon Lyon’s forehead in attempt to try and make both of them a little more composed. The tears slowed, but Ephraim actually felt a bit of panic now, uncertain of how Lyon would take that, and uncertain of how he actually wanted the prince of Grado to take that…So much uncertainty in his mind and heart now that Lyon was here once again. What was Ephraim to do?

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His breath caught, his heart skipped a beat, eyes widening, before violet irises looked up at the blunet hesitantly- Had he imagined the contact, or had it actually been there? Lips parted, ready to speak, but finding no words once again, as it did many times before, and so he closed his mouth, falling into a momentary silence. And the mage found himself yearning for the contact once more.

But it had certainly been meant as a platonic gesture, if it had been there at all, of course- There could never be anything more than that, no matter how much he wished for it- Ephraim was untouchable in that aspect, and even if he was, Lyon would simply be too afraid to venture into such territories. The corners of his mouth curled upwards at these bitter thoughts- A smile of gratitude and happiness towards the prince, one of still-lingering regret towards himself. His hand reached up, before stopping, hovering inches away from the other’s face and ultimately falling back to his side. And finally, he founds words to speak once more.

“Th- Thank you, Ephraim.”

Yet he still felt the sensation lingering on his forehead, and the sliver of doubt crept into his mind once more- Because when had Ephraim ever been dishonest with his gestures- When had the blunet ever not acted upon his heart without prior consideration?”