While most claimed insanity as of late, the world of dreams and illusions melting into their reality, Eirika's own mind would often play tricks on her long before she reached the shores of Fodlan. She hears his voice, sees his face-- can picture with perfect clarity as her brother's lance pierces through the flesh. They are nothing more than nightmares, she knows that much-- but there is still that young girl inside of her, wishing that it all could have gone differently. That words could reach, that weapons did not need to clash.
And when she awakens they fade. Even their lingering presence cannot deter her from moving forward-- it's what he would have wanted.
Today...it feels as if she has walked into a dream. There is no plausible way for what she sees in front of her eyes to be true, and yet she cannot concede to the idea that she has fallen victim to the hysteria that fills the halls.
"...Excuse me--" She steps towards what she can only assume is a stranger, as familiar as he may seem...and for just a moment she reaches out, almost as if to see if her hand would go through his person.
Her wits still about her, she is quick to lower it to her side, balled into a tight fist.
"I'm-- I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me...it's just...you remind me of someone I once knew. The resemblance is...uncanny."
maybe he can hear his own breath hitch at that familiar voice. of course, it's eirika, lyon thinks, because it can't be anyone else. with ephraim attending the academy, he knew eirika would follow her brother one day. it's as simple as that.
thus, lyon's surprise only remains a flicker in his eyes before his expression smooths itself over. though... despite that small blessing, he finds himself frozen in place. it's as if he suddenly grew roots that burrow into the ground.
he realizes he's entirely unprepared for this encounter.
had he known eirika was here, he would've ensured his path would never cross with hers.
had he known, he'd have stayed away, kept his distance, no matter the cost.
after everything... after everything lyon did and didn't do... doesn't eirika deserve better than to have his presence haunt her?
unlike her brother, eirika seems to mistake him for a stranger. it's fair when his hair has grown longer and the dark circles have become a permanent fixture under his eyes. that, and he's supposed to be dead.
lyon could lie. he could agree she must be mistaken; he's not the person she knew. & in some ways, it wouldn't be a lie. however, he feels ashamed at that very thought.
"no. it's not just the resemblance," lyon's voice is quiet. soft. he doesn't have the heart to lie or deceive any longer. with his eyes turned downwards and a lump in his throat, the prince of grado continues, "it's— it's me, eirika. i'm surprised ephraim didn't tell you..."
now that he thinks about it, ephraim must not have told her. why? is that ephraim's way of respecting lyon's choices? or are the twins not as close as they were? ...no, the latter is unthinkable.
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