未完の大器

So he calls upon the resolve he learns of to protect peace of the kingdom he has come to hold charge in || ARCHIVED OFFICIALLY 12/2018 -- thanks for the memories!

[mikannotaiki]

Soft

This day is a special day for her, they’ve all decided. She doesn’t remember the actual day, and despite all his father managed to learn about her from her mother, there had still been answers yet written. So this day, his father declares, will be the one instead - the day she originally arrived in Hoshido, the day she had been introduced to their family. Her memories of her childhood are foggy, so maybe even that won’t mean that much but, for Shiro, there has to be some sort of celebration, of recognition, for someone so… so… 

                                                        …amazing.

Gently, her eyes always glow, she tries to find reason in every action she completes. Her road may cloud with doubt, but she… she doesn’t stop pursuing a chance to change her fate from something dim. No, she wants to be more than a target of the spirits, wants to be more than prey waiting for the day time strikes her down. 

Time for a good old festivity, the way they can do it best. There’s a lot he doesn’t feel like around here, but he knows… yeah, he knows he feels just fine if she’s happy! So that’s why he wants to make her grin so wide her cheeks start hurting!

Well, you know, in that good, old happy way!

Really, he’s not that good at this, and he has no clue what to get her, so he decides that he’ll leave that much to the people that know what’s all good and fancy to give her. He’ll stick to the tried and true experience option! Without… really knowing why he’s so set-in-stone on it. 

“Yeah! I just gotta… try to get that ready… and then…” 

All right, so, if anyone was to approach him now, he’d probably laugh it off, without really giving any clue as to why he was so deep in thought about the whole thing. Maybe he should just go back to going with his gut! Right? He’s gotten this far by… what’s the word… winging it! Maybe that’s improper for a “prince” or whatever he’s supposed to be, but those shoes aren’t his. He doesn’t want them yet, not when there’s still people he has to prove himself to. 

Just move, don’t think, feel. It hasn’t really betrayed him too badly yet, and somehow, he’s pretty sure Corrin won’t mind either way. A soft and warm smile, that of a compassionate leader, one that would not back down. She deserves to have the world see her, understand how hard she’s been working, because... because everything’s just right! 

Moving with purpose, unending, she will not rest until... peace has been met, but she... needs a chance to get some real relaxation, the kind where she can feel the breathing of the earth under her feet that isn’t crying of a war-torn toil. 

Today... Today is her day! 

He moves, not stopping, this challenge... yeah, this’ll work out just fine! He, the one who’d so quickly take on those larger than him, just to get stronger, to make sure the world knew it, wants to make sure that Corrin can simply be. Hasn’t she been coped up in a world of struggles since she emerged to the outside world? That’s hardly fair to her, he believes, considering he had a time of blissful ignorance (and a complex-build of thoughts toward certain aspects of what his life was supposed to be, but he’ll... he’ll want to figure things out alongside Corrin) and wonderful outdoor freedom. 

Someone like Corrin deserves to see all the sights of the world, at peace! 

Keep moving... keep moving, see her before his aunts get to her, and scoop her up into the world of dress up and celebration for only a few. He’s real sure she’ll look very pretty but he wants to see her before all that! Let his feet carry him far, even if he trips and scuffs, it’s fine, because his mind is set on this very important task! 

“Hey, Corrin!” he calls, and he reaches her, realizing that maybe... maybe his aunts had already reached her, considering this bubble, the attire. He’s stunned, gosh, she really is... 

But, like that’s going to fully stall instinct! No, in fact, it drives him further. No one’s here right now, just her, and him, so there’s no other eyes to shift the... wouldn’t Caeldori call it a tender moment? 

Within the swift, decisiveness of the moment, without real hesitation, just like someone who has sworn himself to a move, he hugs her, tightly, the kind of, well, bear hug almost. A boyish charm of brotherly, but also... okay, it’s even harder for him to explain what it’s meant to be, but he doesn’t say anything to explain it! He doesn’t have to. 

“Thanks, you know, for being you. Today’s your day to rest! Ya gotta enjoy all that!”

[otkroveniye]

[ @mikannotaiki ]

Today was the day!!! She was sprinting as fast as her tired legs allowed, eyes wide with heavy breathing as she sought out her target — for once, Shiro wasn’t spending the morning at the river catching fish, which led to a frantic Corrin seeking out the male. No, she didn’t fear for his safety or life; they were safe here in the realms, or at least safer than elsewhere, instead…

It was his birthday and she wanted to give him her present.

She had pulled an all-nighter previously, discussing battle plans with the others while figuring out new training sessions with the instructors for the army; this took plenty of hours, but that’s not what kept her up all night. No, it was her desperate attempt to bake Shiro something for his birthday — it was almost laughable, really. Corrin, inept in the kitchen, seeking out to bake something for Shiro. She didn’t even know his favorite cake flavor, or if he even enjoyed eating cake, but she wanted to try to make… something for him.

Corrin was in slight denial for the true reasons why, ignoring the tugging in her heartstrings and flushed cheeks whenever the reason came to heart. Her feelings were a whole other matter best not discussed, lest she breaks the current comrade bond the two shared, content with pinning in secret —

— is what she’d insist if she wasn’t displaying obvious cues, running around the castle grounds with a cake box in her hands.

While she did make the majority of it herself, a very-frantic, probably valuing her life lest Jakob found out about this, Felicia insisted in helping Corrin, as her first two attempts practically destroyed the kitchen. While the cake was slightly burnt on some edges, it was covered with icing that showed obvious signs of a amateur – or worse – decorating it. In fact, the only component that came out decent was the ’Happy Birthday Shiro!’ writing with icing, which Felicia surprisingly managed. The heart next to the exclamation point was something Corrin quickly did, with flushed cheeks and quickly shushing any of Felicia’s inquires, insisting that it merely was a hint of how much she valued her friendship with the man.

of course.

Regardless, she didn’t actually finish the cake with her retainer until the early hours of dawn, and the lack of sleep on her features were strikingly obvious ; droopy eyelids, small signs of bags underneath her eyes — but… none of that mattered. She had to find him!

You can imagine Corrin’s surprise as another lap around the castle later she spotted Shiro at the last place she’d expect him to be — underneath her treehouse, as if he was pondering something. Corrin didn’t possess the current thought ability to decipher the meaning behind this; instead she let out a excited (and relieved) shout of Shiro’s name and came running to him with a big smile on her face. If you squinted closely, you could practically see the flowers blooming behind her.

“ Shiro!!! I’m so glad I… ” She let out a deep breath, making sure her grip on the cake box was firm, “ … I… caught you!! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! ” In her haste, she quickly gave him the cake box; it was slightly dented from her hasty running, and seeing the object of her affections finally holding onto her gift gave Corrin sudden drowsiness,

“ I baked you a cake! I… I hope it’s okay. I’m not much of a cook, and I had to have Felicia’s help for some parts, but… ”

Her vision was getting dizzy — the lures of sleep were finally trying to embrace her, demand she rest,

She yet out a huge yawn in response and rubbed her eyes, as if thinking that’ll help her stay awake for a second longer, then shook her head to stay alert as she looked up at him, with an affectionate smile and eyes filled with joy,

“ Happy birthday, Shiro! Let’s… spend some time… together… later… ”

Her next action was instantaneous; all energy leaving her body as she lost the strength of her legs, falling down as a heap on the floor. Later, recalling this action will mortify her for life; falling asleep in front of him as soon as she wished him happy birthday?! How lame was that?! But, for now, exhaustion mixed with relief at seeing him was too dominant; eyelids heavy as the last few seconds before sleep embraced her was the soft touch of a hand brushing her head affectionately.

 Happy birthday, Shiro. 

[killuba-blog]

Recruiting this guy was a pain, but I used his map as inspiration for this drawing anyways.  HBD, Little Cheese of Hoshido. Stay cool in that desert heat.

[otkroveniye]

storm

for @mikannotaiki​ in response to this drabble!

“ It’s a promise! ” Her smile was shining brightly, eyes twinkling — her facial expression practically screamed her excitement, and the way she bounced on her feet only complimented that factor. The sun was shining brightly, back then, earlier in the day — floor muddied from the rainfall the previous night, with the faintest hints of rainbows decorating the sky if you squinted hard enough. 

She was, quite literally, radiating with life in that scenery — hair glowing, cheeks flushed, matching every description known to man about a woman who is in love. At that time, she hadn’t truly realized or embraced her feelings; she was rather naive in the love department when she was the determining factor, and with forming relationships in general from her seclusion in the fortress, much to Selena’s disdain in trying to get Corrin to spill the details of her love life. She was better at observing and offering advice to other’s romantic entanglements, never considering her own —

But, back then? Watching the way Shiro laughed boyishly in glee at her acceptance of his invitation? The way he soon after promised to show her the secrets of tree climbing, a activity that she was more prone to landing on her butt rather than successfully perform, just to see the full moon that was guaranteed to happen later that same night?

There was a heart flutter, then. She hadn’t fully realized the implications until later in the day, out in the battlefield, muscles tired and aching from the long-battle, blood pumping in her veins with her heartbeat ringing in her ears to run faster, faster, faster — if she didn’t hurry, she was going to lose him and the thought chilled her to the bones —

She broke her own battle plan, her own strategy; instead, running on her emotions, all for the possibility of saving him. She didn’t know what happened for the event to occur — did he sidetrack? Did the enemy exploit an opening, and he ran to prevent it? — Such things didn’t truly matter in the long run; and such events did little to waver her firm belief that she must save him, just one more step and she’ll reach him —

As soon as she reached Shiro’s position, Corrin displayed a rarity in her actions — she dissolved any pleasantries, any recognition as she hastily pushed him away from the sure-to-be-killing blow from the enemy, parrying it with her blade, and was quick to perform a counter-attack. She was breathing harshly from the excursion, and her grip on her sword was slowly but surely faltering from the fatigue that was begging to be shown, to take a break.

The rest that occurred was a blur that she wasn’t able to recall, but the one distinguishing factor amidst the screaming and stench of battle was the sickening sound of her armor being torn apart, blood decorating the muddied ground, body being lifted to the air by the sword that pierced her, soon after throwing her on the ground as she was naught but a doll. She weakly tried to bring air into her lungs, but there was far too much blood in her system — the liquid was slowly escaping her mouth and accompanying the pool gradually forming beneath her body.

Corrin’s gaze was getting hazy, world spinning, and fear soon after embraced her senses, but it wasn’t for her own dilemma — no, she was eerily calm with the mortal wound — but, the fear that striven her to protect him to begin with… was he okay? It was a struggle to simply raise her head in the hopes of seeing a blur of brown hair; but, a loud sound of a lance clashing on the floor with trembling arms scooping her up; through these faint sensations she was able to distinguish the chest her head laid against, the frantic heartbeat greeting her ears with a faltering voice; he was trying so hard to be strong and Corrin wanted to reassure him she was okay, but no levels of healing, not even Sakura’s expertise, would be able to save her — the blood that was gradually staining his clothes the longer Shiro held her in his arms was evidence of this.

All the pain she previously felt vanished the moment she confirmed his safety; although, a new regret was forming in her heart — who will go out fishing with him, cooking his delicious fish, sparring with him, and running around nature with laughter echoing among the trees? Who will be there for him when the weight of the future crown was on his shoulders, assure him that, one day, he’ll be a fine replacement for his father? Who would…

who would fall for him as she has?

With these thoughts forming in her clouded mind, the recognition finally embraced her too little to late; the pounding in her chest, heated cheeks, shy glances — the cause of all these peculiar actions was discovered at the sight of the tears gathering up in his eyes. It was difficult; draining, using up all remains of the strength Corrin had left in her body to brush away the forming water with her bloodied thumb; she felt at peace, no matter how weak her body felt or how slow her breath was forming — she smiled silently at the man before her to try and show him this, but her actions seemingly only caused the tears to fall, mixing in with the blood stains her thumb left underneath his eye.

she loves him.

She couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his heartbeat, feel anything but the grip on her tightening as she witnessed the raw emotion escaping this lone boy… no, man. He grew up, huh? He’ll be fine, huh? It was getting more and more difficult to see, but she could decipher the look of guilt forming on his face as she slowly shook her head; this… wasn’t his fault. This was her choice, after all. If anything, she felt guilt at being unable to keep her promise… but, regardless,

She’d do the same thing all over again, if it meant that he lives. He has so much to live for — his father, his uncles, his aunts, his cousins, his friends, his kingdom…

… and, for her, as well.

Her hand tightened as these thoughts slipped away, the desire to sleep getting gradually harder to ignore. She wanted to voice something, anything to him — but such words were even more difficult to voice out; but dammit, she tried; her mouth were mouthing the words she tried to convey, lips and mouth bloody as she looked the polar opposite of the person she was earlier this morning,

(thank) “ … you… ” (for everything) “ … i … ”

The moon was shining brightly tonight, stars twinkling as her pale skin was glowing from the light.  Her smile was small, sad, eyes filled with recognition this will be the last time she’ll see him — stricken with grief, tears falling down, with her unable to cease them. Her breathing was slowly coming to an halt, lungs wanting to finally rest — the ground was sticky with muddied blood, her hair and skin a mess in more ways than one,

but despite all of these factors, she managed to widen her smile one last time, eyes filled with unspoken love and adoration for him, the love that she was unable to voice out aloud not wishing to burden him with the feelings of the soon-to-be-dead, taking one last glance at his features — he was so, so bright — her sun, her light —  then,

silence.

[mikannotaiki]

Storm

When he left his Deep Realm, had he ever expected his heart to feel so... cloudy? The skies had been far clearer, when things had been much simpler, when his biggest sadness had been the very rare visits from his father, when his days were spent hunting away, when there had been no weights of expectations to yank him down. 

Had he been told this would have happened, would he have believed it? That he’d be standing alone, in a field, his lance in hand, shadows of the ultimate kindness at his feet? That one by one the enemies would fall with ease, but there’d be no relent on his mind? 

Would anything have been able to hit this right on the mark?

Who could have told him that he be covered red, not by the crimson that heats his veins, but by the spilling of a love scorned by a world that didn’t see the way she smiled like he has. Who could have told him that there would be a challenge he couldn’t meet, that he’d give all his strength to pursue the remnants, but just couldn’t leave. 

One final one approaches. 

“Those small grunts were your last..!” He says. It’s quick work. 

Not quick enough. 

His reflexes are fast.

Not fast enough. 

His strength blazes into the night. 

Not strong enough. 

He drops his lance. Not enough... for her, huh? All he can do is scoop up the traces, but even those feel heavy in his arm, bogged down by the air leaving, halted by bricks and bricks of burdens. More and more does the scarlet wound spread. If he hadn’t been so reckless, then armored days could have stayed steeled. If he had been more careful, then his breathing could have been tuned to hers. But he hadn’t watched his step, and the price had been damning. 

Even through the protection that sheltered her body the power when. With such force, even that equipment is nothing but putty. Everyone needs her, so why, why is this the time he gets to hold her in his arms, the way a proper prince would hold a princess? Why is this the time he has to be aware of everything he really feels? There’s no rain, not a cloud in the darkening sky, but he feels like it’s pouring, storming, far rougher and tougher an overcast than any he’s ever experience. 

“H-Hey, ya gotta hold on, Corrin. I’ll get ya to Aunt Sakura, and...” There’s her smile, a faint raise of her chest as she use whatever strength she has to brush under his eyes with her thumb. A mark of a child? No... these tears are for every level of grievance a man can go through in this second, so much his eyes begin to rumble as well. It had only been a matter of time before they joined in. 

“Why... Damn it... you have to live!” I want you too. “The army needs ya a whole bunch.” I need you a whole bunch. “You’re my training partner, so I’m responsible for this...” The woman I love... like this... because of me, huh?

She shakes her head, looking up at him just so, as if she’s thankful for these moments, for him? A moment, her hand tightens and curls, before releasing, and suddenly everything crashes down on him, causing him to almost collapse. They were supposed to go late knight fishing together later on tonight, and then he was going to help her climb this real sturdy tree so that she could see the moon so well, she wouldn’t have been able to help but shine just as bright. 

But that isn’t going to happen. 

Not with the shaking gusts and cracking, painful lightening within his heart, within his soul. 

He looks at her eyes, those gentle orbs that used to tell him of stories and comfort. 

Dull, lonely, dreamless. 

[mikannotaiki]

i lost track of wat i sent LMFAO IF I SENT THIS ONE ALREADY....... Gaze

So powerful, the way merely a look or two can mean so much more. Once, he heard Caeldori sighing (rather dreamily, not that he’d tell anyone about it) on the topic of how eyes are the “portals to the soul” or… something like that, at least. It had been some sort of fancy, deep sort of thing and while that much mightn’t make the most sense, might not click exactly, he does know that there is something special. Maybe it’s his lack of experience - or interest? - that makes it simpler. Or… is it more complicated? 

What… does he see when he looks at her, into her eyes? Do those sparks that Caeldori talks about fly? Is that what he feels every time he’s with her? Or is that just something… that comes up because she’s trustworthy, as leader of the army he’s serving? 

Her eyes, gentle, that’s the world in them, isn’t it? Within them, he can see himself, becoming stronger, her passion and care being the force that pushes him forward. There’s only honesty, certainty, like it can last forever. Which somehow, through all his energy, his preparedness, his rough’n’tumble, wilderness at his back times, he’s fine with. 

Is this what’s in those novels his friend reads? The ones she’ll mention while they do patrols? Sure, he tends to be a don’t knock it ‘til you try it kind of guy, but he’s still not going to read and find out. He’d rather, figure it out by living his days, one step at a time, one adventure a day keeps life steady, he’d say!

All he does know is that he doesn’t mind moments like these, so long as it’s her involved. Maybe that’s why Father and Mother are so strong, have been able to stay that way through this war, because of whatever this kind of feeling is. He doesn’t feel the need to speak, nor does he move so quickly as to throw this moment off - yet. 

Right, this stare is full of promises, of training left to be be had, of hikes and hunts and days remaining. Who knows how things ended up this way, and who knows who approves, but he’s ready to try and put the memory in his mind. He doesn’t need an explanation for the specifics, action and time will do. 

“Y’know, Corrin, not sure if anyone’s said this to you, they probably have though! But there’s a lot of fire in your eyes, and that makes ya really reliable! I’m glad I can count on you as a training partner, because I know, with you, I can become way stronger!”

And it really has to be her, doesn’t it? Corrin and her reassuring air, Corrin and the way her being there sparks interest in something that’s beyond him. 

[doublezwei-deactivated20181217]

Shiro and Kiragi, because I love them.

This is based on their support conversation.

[mikannotaiki]

Hands

Toughened from the elements, hardened from tightened grip, the stories are countable on each of his fingers - probably more. He’s lived as many days as many of those born years before him in the army, due to how Deeprealms work. Days of grabbing his naginata and tracing and locking fish in his stare, knee deep in water, give these digits of his character, reddened at the tips and just barely covered at the palms, this is how he’s always been. 

From the brief visits of his father, where roughhousing had been… more… common as a child, to the climbing of mountains and scaling of rivers within the pocket world he had the chance to call… a place of living, Shiro has gotten all too used to reaching out and gripping the land, with holding tight. 

Ball into a fist, he pumps himself up upon another catch. Being part of the army means pulling his own weight, not just alone, but as part of a team. In order to beat his father, to even stand a little to the legacy of Ryoma, High Prince of Hoshido, holder of the legendary weapon Raijinto, he must keep pushing himself, yanking back on whatever life throws next, using these very hands of his. 

But what of hers? Slender and tiny within his own, yet so strong they can lift the army, the nation, the entire world, yes, what tales might they bring? From her, to him, days of training, back and forth shouting and never giving in, what will they tell him? That he’s enough? Good enough to take on a whole army by himself? 

Okay… maybe not that reckless, but the feeling that swells up, bubbles and bursts through his entire spirit, it makes him feel that way, you know? 

Her kindness, her security, the way one look from her can motivate him tenfold, she really is the best training partner ever! He has to thank her, and the hopes she garners at the point of a finger, at the raise of a blade, man, he’s got to thank her for allowing him to continue to stand beside her. 

“Thanks for the confirmation, Corrin! I gotcha in the next battle! Your back is guarded so all arms are free to move forward!”

And she has a resolve that flutters through the way she conducts her handshakes. The strongest have it. His aunts, his uncle, his father, his cousin too, even with uncertainty, even when the soul is unsure of the future, resolve still shows through, even if the holder has yet to know of its surfacing. But Corrin… she is all too aware of what she wants, of the fate of herself and the course of war must be changed. Her lead is worthy to follow, her might calling loyalty to her side, and Shiro… he remains. 

And what of the way her grip tightens in the night, when late night patrols and hunting turns into a take-turns watch and camp-out. What anguishes her mind and spills into reality into twists and pain? Are these her toils of war? Where her pursuits of peace are stained time and time again by the falling of allies, the conflict of once-friends turned sworn-enemies? Are these the fears and secrets she’d never want to burden those around her with? 

The ones he’ll stay beside her for, the ones he’ll never want to let her let go for, even if guard he must. He’d never judge the way her pressures sheet his own pale. He’d never try her for her hidden feelings. It’s not like he’d know why she thought the way she did. He hasn’t seen the things she’s seen. Far as he knows, the world he’s lived in is small compared to a nation’s weight of troubles. 

But he wants to help her, to be reliable to her. This is his training partner, the first to try his catches, and his friend. So with his hands, rough and trained for hunting and sparring, for learning what battles are, he’ll yet learn what else he can do, to lift her up, to make sure that no matter what terrorizes her, what ails her, he’s going to be there! 

“Hey, listen, next day you have some free time, and I don’t have duties, there’s a spot close by that’s great for climbin’! Kiragi showed it to me, but man, the view’s amazing! I think it’s just the sorta break ya need!”

[blueidiot]

SHIRO THE HERO!

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[cheerubii]

BIRTHDAY BOY

[fimyuan]

jock son who wants to win = Most Relatable Fates Chara

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i think this is the reddest thing i have ever coloured 

original sketch

[mikannotaiki]

( otkroveniye )

Hearing his enthusiastic greeting and welcoming smile was comforting — despite this less-than-ideal weather, he didn’t seem terribly affected from a glance. Even if the average human would be. Perhaps it was part of his training? Nonetheless, she returned his grin with her lips beaming, head tilt to the side. Seeing Shiro filled with energy was rather contagious, wasn’t it?

Corrin did let out a exasperated sigh at his reason, but the telling smile on her face showed she wasn’t belittling him for it; if anything, she was merely jesting, “ The cooks would have improvised, I’m sure no one anticipated anyone running off to hunt in weather like this. That’s just — ” She was going to say silly, but she knew how much Shiro took pride in his hunting abilities (apparently regardless of the weather). That, unintentionally or not, might have sounded insulting, “ … well, they’d much rather see someone like you warm and taking a break, of course. ”

She quickly shook her head as his quick rebuttal, silently urging him to accept it. While she did feel the chilly air, perhaps it was the dragon blood dancing in her veins that didn’t cause it to bother her as much. Satisfied that he accepted the item, Corrin watched him messily wrap the scarf around his neck as he got out of the river. The poor man was drenched!! While it wasn’t her place to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do, she did wish he was properly dressed to go fishing in this chilly weather!

Instead of accepting his offer to have fish, she quickly grasped his arm and led him to the ongoing campfire, ushering him to sit and knelt next to him in turn. She was all too aware that he’d of done it himself eventually, but she was worried and when she was worried she acted rather… impulsively, as she’s been told. She didn’t vocalize her concerns once more, instead readjusting his scarf to ensure it wouldn’t slip off and covered all sides. Satisfied with her handiwork, doing the action slipped some of her worries away; he was in front of the warm campfire and there was cooked fish waiting to be eaten, after all!! Her hands lingered on the scarf just briefly, then quickly moving to give his shoulders a gentle pat.

“ Thank you, Shiro. ” Her gratitude was genuine (even if thanks to him she did eat it… frequently… to the point where she’d want a break from eating fish; however, at the end of the day she enjoyed the seafood), Corrin eagerly moving to retrieve one of the cooked fishes with a conveniently-placed stick that was nearby. Shiro was always so prepared when fishing! She helped herself as she took one bite, then another (she was more hungry than she thought!), glancing over at Shiro with a smile,

“ As always, the fish you catch tastes so good Shiro! I guess freezing waters doesn’t make much of a difference, huh? ” She paused just briefly to have another serving of the fish, “ … Do you feel any warmer? I wouldn’t want you to freeze, especially in this weather! Perhaps I should go get a blanket and towel from my treehouse after all — Or, scratch that, we both should move to a warmer place! ” Yet another bite, “ … Or finish eating the fish. There’s… a lot and — “ Her stomach growled briefly, Corrin’s cheeks turning rosy, “ … well, I am hungry… but your comfort is the most important thing here, Shiro. We could just bring the fish back with us! Or perhaps we should spar? That’ll warm you up! But, at the same time… “

Realization dawned on her that she was rambling, Corrin looking rather sheepish with a small chuckle escaping her lips, “ … Er. I’ll stop talking and let you decide. Sorry about that. “

Sure, many people would have loved if Shiro sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the chilling show from an indoor point of view, that’s likely what happened with his kid cousin too, even if the kid loved hunting, he isn’t quite old enough to get away with all this. Not without help anyway, but, surely his aunt and uncle would skin him if he pulled that – heck, even Corrin would.

“Hey, he-ey! I’m just glad to help out,” at least someone’s looking at it like that. “’Though, maybe I should be more careful, I’ll try and watch my own back and think a little next time, Corrin.” He says that, but he’s such a go-getter that he’ll jump and go-get-them! If there’s anything he’s really noticed, it’s that he has to keep working to be better than the father he doesn’t know too well, if that means cold’n’tough training out in the freezing cold and risking catching a fever (of the bad kind, mind you!) then so be it!

But… he really does appreciate the concern of Corrin, seriously!

And this scarf definitely helps, man she’s so considerate! Perhaps he really should be more careful, so he tells himself, but there’s always a (very high) chance that thought will escape him, especially if there’s a sort of challenge waiting for him. Shiro knows he’s got things cover. Sort of. And well, no way he’s getting sick when he’s got so much work to do! That’s why he’s not slowing down just because he’s wrapping Corrin’s gift around him, that’s why-

                      -oh, maybe it is better to warm up a bit.

Following Corrin’s direction, especially since she had been so insistent by pulling him over to the fire, he almost plops down, slight exhaustion from working so hard in the chilling weather being the next thing to invite itself in. He’d easily get his second wind soon; he’s the kind of guy who would definitely go one versus one against a golem in an arm wrestling match and climb a mountain wearing no shoes and his usual outfit. Not… Not that he would do that right now, with Corrin fixing up his scarf and then waiting there just a bit before patting his shoulders.

“Glad ya like it this time too!” Shiro’s glad Corrin’s always willing to eat the food he’s prepared, really. “It really doesn’t, not when ya really know how to cook them right!” Or what he hopes is right, but those are minor details. She seems to have been really hungry too; days like this are a drain to the energy bucket, and enemy to the stomach, but at the very least, that means good food tastes better. He, himself, reaches over to help himself to a serving of fish – all that hard work settles in fast. “Yeah, I’m feeling warmer, ‘though seriously, moving around kept me heated! But,” he stops to take a bite of the fish, “Sparring sounds great!”

If there’s really, honestly anyone he’d want to spar with the most, it’s Corrin! She could a hold a handle to his father after all, so he’d be learning, again, from the best. She’s not the leader of all this for nothing! “Here’s pretty comfy for me, but I want to get my catch that’s not gonna be eaten yet up to the hall. Asides, it’ll be a little easier to spar if we have equipment for it - none o’ us are fist fighters, y’know. And no worries ‘bout the talking, Corrin!” It’s cute and nice how much you’re worry about me, “We’ll bring the fish back with us and spar, two birds with one stone! ...After you’ve had your fill,” he laughs. 

“Can’t have a fair match when you’re starving!” 

Or freezing, but that’s out of his scope, even if it’s sorta shaking his body. At least the fire drying him off, a little. Well, no matter, he knows she’s worried for him but he wants things to be equal! She can’t push all this concern on him and neglect herself. That’s just not right. 

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Well, if you told Corrin she’d see Shiro spearing fish in the morning despite the temperature being close to freezing, she would respond with a simple ‘Of course! He’s very dedicated to his hobby and training! But surely he’s adequately dressed, right?’. This was one of those instances; she woke up needing to breathe, feeling so suffocated — nightmares, thoughts, wishes, dreams, everything all at once plaguing her thoughts and she just had to feel the chilly morning air send tingles down her spine to get her to relax, dump away all of those worries.

Occasionally, when she took morning walks, she saw Shiro from a distance at the river, spearing fish with a warm campfire cooking his caught prey. It was almost a comforting sight to see; something that she could count on that wouldn’t change. While often she left him to his own affairs, sometimes she went down the path and near the river to greet the man while eating one of his catches he generously offered to her, and made small talk. She enjoyed those instances, and a part of her hoped she wasn’t intruding his spare time. 

But, while she wasn’t surprised to see him, seeing how cold the weather was with hints of snow starting to decorate the grass, a part of her did wonder what he was doing in the riverbank. Was this part of his endurance training, to hunt for sport while bearing with the cold weather? He wasn’t even wearing anything warm, just his normal attire!! If his mother saw this, she was quite certain the poor woman would have a heart attack.

Corrin went ahead and ran towards his direction, sliding down the miniature-cliff slope and stood next to the ongoing campfire, the smell of cooking fish greeting her nose. She went ahead and took off the scarf she hastily placed around her neck to stay slightly warm while feeling the chilly air, looking over at Shiro with a touch of concern,

“ Shiro!! Are you not cold?? It’s dangerous being in the river when it’s starting to snow, especially when you’re not dressed for it! You’ll get sick!! ” Corrin moved closer to him, to the edge of the riverbank, scarf held out for him to easily retrieve, “ It’s not much, but surely it’ll help you feel warmer…!! ”

Old habits die hard, don’t they? For Shiro, this extends right to an early morning fish. It’s so much better than sitting around, stuffed up, especially when he could also help gather up a bit of food for the army - that’d be of help, wouldn’t it? Sure, it’s cold outside, with temperatures close to freezing, and someone, somewhere probably would have told him to better suit up, since that’s what his caretakers used to tell him too, but he couldn’t wait to get out there.

With determination filling him, he strives dead-ahead, watching the patterns of his next aquatic target closely. This is natural, his observation showing he can think things through, all the way. Despite his recklessness, and the fact that he had decided to stay out here, he’s capable. Perhaps not royally, but he’ll… he’ll show out his father one day! 

He wonders if Corrin would come by again today – what would she say? Would she want to sit and have a meal, that’s hopefully nice enough to her tastes? Should that be his concern – wait there’s also the possibility of training, right? If there’s anyone that can help him, it’d be her, wouldn’t it? Yeah, his mother is great too, but she’s definitely the perfect partner – if that’s okay with her, of course. In this case, he doesn’t notice her hasty approach. 

“Corrin!” Shiro’s grin is wide once he hears her call for him, missing his target, but that’s doesn’t matter – there are plenty of fish in the river! Honestly, her concern itself is warming - he actually, thinking about it just a little, had ran out without any hesitation to hunt. But that’s not... entirely relevant right now, and it quickly washes away from his mind. Standing in freezing water is kind of not ideal, but he’s honestly just focused on Corrin herself now. 

“Well, I just couldn’t wait to get out here and lend a hand to our cooks of the day! But,” he looks between the scarf and her, “you know, if you need it more than me...” Though, he can’t really refuse it with the look she’s giving him, right? “...but hey, thanks a bunch!” Beaming he takes it and quickly wraps it around his neck. It’s messily done, as covered by the fact it’s rather uneven, and somewhat lose. “You can have some of what I’ve already cooked, of course. Help yourself!” He says as he makes his way better onto the shore - just another way to have a better conversation than standing further away partially in water.   

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