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@minorcrest
LIKE SNOW / MELTING AWAY. a heavily canon divergent multimuse for fire emblem: three houses. established july 23rd, 2019 at @sunraise & may 9th, 2020 at @crestallation / rebooted june 11th, 2022. taught by naminé, 2wenty / he + they + it / korean non-binary lesbian.
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@ruinedheart, continued ── ( perhaps, a thought too earnest for sylvain to bear for now: mercedes is honored. that sylvain can trust her, despite all her flaws and all his fears, is a burden that she gladly carries. she's never forgotten the weight of it.
another, smaller thought: she cares so much for him, almost more than she can bear. )
❝ i'm glad you can share it with someone, ❞ she says, ❝ it's no good to keep everything so bottled up ... armored up? ❞ she giggles at her small, meaningless joke. ( something to fill the space. ) she turns her gaze to the candlelight of the monastery's kitchen. ❝ i'm sure if the others saw this side of you, they'd appreciate it, too. ❞ with enough time, they might have even drawn him out of him. annette can be overbearing at times, but she's only ever meant well, after all, and ashe as earnest and kindhearted as she is. if only ...
the shadows of the ruined kitchen seem darker than usual.
@idolworship ── sickening; he doesn't think he's met a girl more hideous in his life. elise is picture perfect, a carefully crafted creature, who smiles so nice and sweet / sylvain wonders what she thinks about him. ( is it mirrored? ) his smile isn't so nice, now, an arm around her shoulders as she leads them on their outing. ❝ i should be touched, right? that you're spending so much time with me. ❞ it laughs── ugly, hideous. carefully crafted, too. ❝ should i be grateful, even? ❞
me when i
❛ oh? how'd you know this is my favorite game to play? ❜ it's not that it was an uncommon game — on the contrary, really! he's had many playing sessions with a handful of different people, but hardly anyone outside of that select group knew of this particular interest. for that to be the thing @minorcrest chose to bring along.. it almost felt intentional! ❛ have you been paying that much attention to me? i’ll start to blush, joan. ❜ of course, the more likely answer is that it was simply a popular game enjoyed by a myriad of people and there wasn't a single moment where he crossed her mind —— but where's the fun if sylvain said that?
even without her foresight, her depths of knowledge—— she thinks this would be easy enough to figure out. sylvain is smarter than he seems / a violent, turbulent sort of air to him / a depth in his eyes. ( but did she always see him like this? WHAT DID SHE THINK OF HIM, THE FIRST TIME SHE SAW HIM? ) ❝ lucky guess, ❞ she says softly, then offers him a small smile. if fondness bleeds through, then joan hopes he will dismiss it like he does any other girl's advances. she unlatches the box of the chess set, pulling out the pieces with a careful and steady hand. ❝ if i'm being honest, it was more selfish than lucky. ❞ the truth. ❝ i like to study strategy, so i was hoping this would help. ❞
for @minorcrest's sylvain!
lux worries about him, deeply, she does. that last mission wasn't easy, and even then, this feels like another dead end. how many run-arounds was ahri going to give them? how many people did they have to lose before she would decide that enough was enough? ( lux was the leader of this team, she could call off the collaborations, save her people, move on to a brighter horizon. ) but leaving people behind was not something lux knew how to do.
❝ are you alright? ❞ she finds him somewhere in the park, on a bench, one of her favourite spots. it looks over the city, and lux thinks it looks especially beautiful when the sun goes down. ❝ i brought some konpeito. ❞
if anyone was gonna find him, sylvain thinks, it'd be lux. he doesn't care about the rest of her team── haha, woops, he shouldn't admit something like that── he isn't as close to the rest of her team, and the older guardians ... well, they've got their own business to deal with that he doesn't really care about. so when sylvain looks over, it's with a bright smile / something effortless / something just for her. his luxie.
❝ peachy, ❞ he says, second nature to lie through his teeth. she'll probably catch on, though, right? ❝ just thinking about home. ❞ liar, liar, liar. sylvain turns back towards the sunset and tries to ignore the weight in his pocket, threatening to swallow him whole.
( he'd noticed it, halfway through that battle── the crack in his star's getting worse. )
❝ sorry for worrying you. i really didn't mean to take that blow to the face. ❞
#TEJEVINCULOS; an indie, private and selective multimuse for muses from the Fire Emblem series, currently only focused on Engage. Written by Aster ( 22, he/him ). Personals DNI / Template credit
from @accrsed : there is a deep crease to her brow, a frown settled across her features as the soft glow of healing magic casts a light across the wound. her hands hover above, careful not to brush or aggravate, focusing as it steadily closes under her care── marianne remains close, however, until barely a trace remains, until she can allow her shoulders to fall and the tension drains from her alongside them. tired, weary and worried, the crease in her brow remains even as she raises her head to properly look at him ( at him, this time, not a gash or cut or scrape ) from her perch on the chair beside his. ❝ does that feel alright, sylvain? ❞ undoubtedly a healed wound will feel better than one open, yet the corners of her mouth remain oh-so-slightly downturned as she watches and waits. near-silent, as is expected, yet the urge to disturb the quiet rises unbidden. it is a strange urge, yet in times of war she has grown steadily bolder── in those peaceful days long past, never would she consider so readily giving voice to her turbulent thoughts. her hands wring together regardless of any newfound courage, her thought voiced quieter than most, more murmur than proper speech. hesitant, uncertain. dark eyes avert── she watches her hands grip the material of her skirt instead. ❝ please ... try to be more careful. i don't want to see you hurt. ❞
instinctual, habitual, whatever── he hadn't thought. he'd seen the mage approaching, hand flickering with rotten flame, and he'd simply ... moved. jumped off of josephine to reach her, shielding her with his back. he'd made a promise, after all, told her he'd be her knight / sure, sure, but he wasn't thinking about any of that. being a knight means being selfless, being a knight means protecting people; honorable and duty bound, just like faerghus trains him to be. ( just like glenn was supposed to be. ) but none of that had mattered in the moment, and frankly, if he hadn't jumped── if he was too late── what use would honor and duty be to him then?
but such thoughts are unusual, meant to be kept in the dark. he buries them deep in a well and shuts the wooden cover over them, leaves them to die in the cold.
❝ ... sorry, marianne. ❞ he hasn't been able to look her in the eye; at first, it'd been the pain, the gash deep across his back. now, it's a festering shame, the grimace on his face smoothing out into something softer. in a sense, he knows his judgement was clouded; the lance of ruin could have, would have been able to block most of the blow, have it skid and meet with ancient bone first. instead he let his armor have the full brunt of it, and the burning blow after that── if he thought he was being cooked alive in ailell, well. ❝ i didn't mean to scare you like that. i just ... hah, it'll sound stupid, but i wasn't thinking straight. ❞
( how does he explain it? he's thrown himself in front of countless blows before, some with more confidence than others; he's used to ingrid pinching his ear for it, felix's lashing words, dimitri's careful concern. but marianne, with her gentle smile she'd practiced, with her newfound, blooming confidence── he'd been scared. and he's been scared before, undoubtedly so, in the halls of gautier and in the snowy plans his brother would abandon him in, on the battlefield against monstrous creatures far bigger than him── but it was different. it was different, )
❝ when i saw him there, about to attack you, i── i knew i had to move. although, maybe i should have done it better. that thing── ❞ ── a nod towards the lance of ruin── ❝ ── has seen me through a whole lot worse, after all. ❞ sylvain cracks an empty smile as he finally turning his attention towards her, but his smile fades quickly enough. she's being earnest with him, she just healed him, peeled off his tunic from angry burns without a flinch, stayed by his side the entire time── ( he's ungrateful, ungrateful, ungrateful. he doesn't deserve any of it, ) sylvain reaches over for her hand, slowly. strains until he can loosen her grip and smooth her skirt, holding onto her fingers with his. ❝ i'm sorry. i just couldn't bear to see you hurt, either, marianne. ❞ earnest, kind marianne, with a quiet, shining soul; he'd do it again, to see her safe.
( a thought slices through him, briefly. what's the point in a world that loses someone like her? what the point in a world that lets someone like him live instead? beautiful, wonderful marianne. rotting, horrendous sylvain. these thoughts, too, he buries in that well. )
( another slicing thought: he thinks he loves her. he's terrified of that fact. he doesn't know what to do with it. )
❝ at least if i get hurt, i know you'll be there to patch me up. ❞ he tries to smile again, and succeeds this time around── it's warmer, straight from the heart. ❝ i'm rubbish at white magic, y'know? i don't know how to do battlefield healing like you do, i only know how to fight. ❞ he squeezes her hand, and here, he looks away again, ducking his head. he sees her hand in his, the skirts of her blue dress. he wonders what she sees. ❝ so please, let me fight for you. i promise i'll let you take care of me afterwards. ❞
( rotting, horrendous, selfish sylvain. he wants to stay like this forever. )
yeah yeah yeah yeah
❛ it really is you ———— ❜ approaching so gently, so gingerly, as though the apparition before her might fade away into the evening sky at even the faintest disturbance. five years would change a person, of course. five years had changed her, in more ways than one. war tearing the continent asunder, bringing destruction upon her home and her people: the fact that she had traded bow-and-arrow for tomes to suit her affinity to flame had not been an easy decision, but one she had made nonetheless ( not for herself, but for those she loved, may she be forgiven ). yet, all this having been said and done, adelaide finds herself in shock at the sight of the man before her ———— once a dear classmate and beloved friend, now grown into someone that causes her heart to stutter. ❛ sylvain ... ... ... it's been so long. ❜ / @minorcrest , sylvain jose gautier .
to be at the monastery is to open a fresh set of wounds, / angled just so on the goddess' broken altar. a part of him would rather tear himself to pieces than come back here── yet he's here all the same. ( isn't that his entire life's ballad, the part he plays regardless? unwanting, unwanting, poor margrave's boy. ) sylvain lets the fuzzy memories of good-bad-good-bad slip through his mind as he surveys the desecrated garden── as he stands before her. more good than bad, he thinks, his ears tinging red at the thought. good thing the dying sun washes it all away.
( they'd danced together, hadn't they? or did they remain on the balcony that night, chatting beneath the stars? he doesn't remember the specifics── is that a lie? he still can't be honest── but he remembers her. )
❝ adelaide── ❞ he stutters, looses his mask. what's expected now, after five years have passed? what does she see? unwanting, unwanting, wanting── he doesn't know. sylvain exhales. a moment later, his face finally alights with a tired grin, eyes crinkling with the motion. a betrayal of the body, if only to highlight his quiet joy. ❝ looks like you've come here, too. i'm glad you didn't forget about the reunion── it'd have been a shame if you didn't show up. ❞
sylvain laughs loudly, head thrown back with his eyes closed── he likes it here. the sunlight is dying on the horizon &. dyes everything in orange &. red / link stands by his side &. smiles at him as they walk back to town. it's preferrable here, even with the dirt &. toil. quiet, free.
it turns to link with a cheeky grin, wagging its finger pointedly at its companion with a small tsk. “ if i didn't know any better, i'd think you're looking for some snacks, which i definitely don't have, ” sylvain says. “ &. even if i did have any, which, again, i definitely don't, it wouldn't be for free! ” continued. ﹕ @wolfscourage.
“ can’t i steal a good luck kiss? c’mon, runa, don’t be so shy! ” ⊹ ﹕ @pietys.
` * 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. independent & private link, the chosen hero from twilight princess. written by cole. promo.
“ i don’t spoil her, ” sylvain argues. the pouch fixed to his belt feels heavy with the berries he’s been sneaking the horses every now &. then, when he thinks link isn’t looking. leather reins are wrapped securely around his right hand as they walk, carefully leading josephine on the worn dirt road. “ i just think it’s nice to show them some appreciation now &. again. right, sophie? ” his trusted mare offers no response. “ she totally agrees. ” ⊹ ﹕ @wolfscourage.
twilight princess sylvain au is just him being the absolute horse charmer that he is. loves to sneak treats to the animals. incredible with the children. the gautiers are an influential noble family that live in castle town. sylvain ran away when he was around 15 or so & has been living in ordon ever since. still picks up the lance & is usually sought after to make deliveries & such.
SIMPLE ACTIONS
my first post is just some simple actions; plenty of room for you to decide what the reasoning or emotion behind the action is. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛
[COLLAR] - sender reaches out to smooth down / fix receiver's collar.
[RUFFLE] - sender ruffles receiver's hair.
[BRACE] - sender braces receiver under the elbow.
[FOREHEAD] - sender feels receiver's forehead.
[HANDS] - sender takes receiver's hands.
[NECKLACE] - sender fastens a necklace around receiver's neck.
[SHOULDER] - sender lays a hand on receiver's shoulder.
[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.
[LAY] - sender guides receiver by the shoulders to lay back.
[TUG] - sender tugs receiver's hand in an attempt to get them to follow.
[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.
[SUPPORT] - sender pulls receiver's arm over their shoulder for support.
[DRINK] - sender sets something to drink down in front of receiver.
[FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver.
[BACK] - sender rubs a hand up and down receiver's back.
[COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them.
[CHEEK] - sender brushes a thumb over receiver's cheek.
[NUZZLE] - sender nuzzles into receiver's neck.
[HUG] - sender tugs receiver in for a hug.
[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.
[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to).
[CARRY] - sender carries receiver to another location.
[HALT] - sender gently pulls receiver to a halt.
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“ not this again ... i still don’t know if pumpkin gratin is a thing!!! ”
