the immaculate one

seiros of fire emblem 3 houses || affiliated w. aevum isles

[pencilpai]

Rhea Triptych

,,,,that's not actually a triptych but that's the best title I could come up with,,,😅

[randrageon]

        —  𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇  around  the  bile  that  rose  in  him  .  he  pressed  his  mouth  into  a  flat  line  ,  and  buried  the  seed  of  indignation  that  flared  up  —  only  to  dismally  putter  out  again  .  burn  him  ,  but  she  was  right  .  rand  closed  his  eyes  and  leaned  heavier  still  on  the  wall  at  his  back  .  duty  is  heavier  than  a  mountain  .  death  is  lighter  than  a  feather  .  and  this  woman  sounded  in  some  ways  so  much  like  moiraine  .  .  .

         spurred  by  the  SPITE  of  that  understanding  more  than  anything  ,  rand  shrouded  himself  in  the  Void  ,  and  pushed  all  emotion  ,  all  feeling  ,  into  it  .  until  he  floated  inside  of  the  nothing  of  it  all  .  until  the  exhaustion  that  burrowed  into  his  bones  was  someone  else's  exhaustion  .  until  the  pain  of  living  was  SOMEONE  ELSE'S  PAIN  .  someone  else's  agony  ,   and  every  dark  thought  was  someone  else's  just  the  same  .

        ❝ you're  right  .  ❞  rand  opened  his  eyes  and  stood  straight  .  ❝ no  more  idling  .  ❞ 

         ❝ i  read  a  scholar's  note  in  the  room  just  past . the wing you're looking for is called the dorsum wing .  ❞  it  was  not  much  .  but  some  information  was  better  than  none  .  a  direction  —  even  a  vague  one  —  had  to  be  enough  to  get  him  by  .  her goal was far more sound than any he had in mind .  ❝  we can get there from the arolium wing . i know where that is at least .  ❞

[seirosu]

there was little seiros despised more than a brittle conviction , and so it was only when the man straightened himself that seiros released him . it was then that she could see the blood staining the lax of his tunic . her blood branded its cotton weave . and he had not yet earned from her her crest .

" dorsum wing , " seiros scoffed , as if the words dripped acid upon her tongue , " what a fitting name . "

had she any feeling , seiros knew her hand would be warm . dripping . pooling on tile beneath them both . competing with the machine oil of something that had at one time the nerve to stand in her way .

" then that is where we head . so quickly collect yourself . or return back . either way , if you make it your decision to follow , then please : either stand by your word or find the humility to bail now , " nostrils flared , huffing as she pulled herself past him and towards the lab doors he'd marked as her exit , " because i do not intend to leave this place empty handed , and yours is not one i intend to hold . "

heel , toe . heel , toe ; seiros plodded ahead . the soles of her shoes clicked in the eerie echo of a room now slaughtered by their hand . passively , wrist clicked , flicking crimson splatters upon slick , sterile tile .

[crownmemes]

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 59

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Do you ever feel like your life is not your own?"

"Don't you think you're getting a little obsessive?"

"Did it never occur to you that you're the problem, not the solution?"

"What's Latin for 'losing the will to live'?"

"Is there a reason you're not answering your phone?"

"What? Are we not going to kill him?"

"What's up with you? Are you sulking?"

"It's starting again, isn't it?"

"Who teaches us to be normal when we're one of a kind?"

"Why did I have to love you?"

"What did you just do?"

"How do we make him stay dead?"

"What do you leave here for me that you don't dare bring me directly?"

"Do you remember everything you see?"

"You're not using everyone to further another end, are you?"

"I'm sure you're aware of the consequences of divulging confidential information?"

"How am I supposed to write in this state?"

"Do you remember the fairytale?"

"Does it hurt? The truth you keep hidden?"

"You weren't leaving, were you?"

"You're letting me live. Why?"

"Why do you hold all your hate for me?"

"What colour underwear do you think I'm wearing?"

"Is this a poem?"

"Do you always sit in complete silence?"

"I assume you're here to apologise?"

"Come on! When was the last time you had fun?"

"Are you asking me to help you kill him?"

"What was it that gave me away?"

"How do I know you're actually you?"

"Is there any chance you'll find who really did it?"

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

"Do you ever wonder if all of this is just a dream?"

"What defines a nice bum, anyway?"

"Don't you want to be saved?"

"Have you ever known me to lose a fight?"

"Do you really think that running away will do you any good?"

[mischiefmodig]

\ / . ' What, the concept of a library? ' Loki thought begrudgingly to himself. His stance remained firm in his place, calm while ice-blue eyes studied her features. Instead, he smiled, a soft chuckle escaping from his lips as he thought of the answer to her question.

❝ I find that there is great value in learning about realms beyond my own. ❞ He calmly waved his hand in the air, gesturing to the archives around them. ❝ This place has a wealth of knowledge that is... well, mostly unparalleled. ❞ Nothing could ever compare to the thousands of decades worth of the libraries of Asgard, now turned to ash in the endless void. ❝ -and as a scholar, I find great joy in acquiring knowledge. ❞

He paused, his eyes falling back upon the emerald stare of the woman before him. ❝ I take it these books then are from your world? They... appear to be quite ancient, indeed. ❞

[seirosu]

seiros clicked her tongue .

a wealth of knowledge , he says . and that which is hers is of interest to him . seiros was not a scholar , nor scholarly . she was a survivor , and too content within boundaries set by grief . she needed not gratuitous knowledge , for she believed herself to possess enough . that was , aside from her own .

" they are of a land that is no longer . " seiros steeled , cutting away at the mystique and towards the root of her need , " they are not to be voraciously consumed and deemed tokens by those who lack sufficient context of what has made them so rare , much less by those so removed . "

there was very little that seiros felt inclined to share . much less with a stranger who would do her nothing with it . his joy in knowing would give her nothing . and so , seiros's fingers crimped around the torn leather binding , claiming ownership over its knowledge .

" kindly , there will be no concluding of these texts , i am afraid . you might satisfy your thirst with a text from a different person's land . "

[dragonhcrt]

Marcellus blinks, realizing that it was his words that could have been misinterpreted. He doesn't say more about the matter when it comes to it. Marcellus was PROUD to be a dragon. However, he didn't ask to be a god, to have followers, and to be sought out. It was a responsibility that had fallen onto him because of what he was and who he was tied to. It was a responsibility that would be on his shoulders for as long as he lived.

"Are you frightened, Seiros?" He asks. With her being here, far from home, he wondered just how far the fear ran in her. Was she scared? Worried? What did she think of this place and what did she think was happening in her world?

[seirosu]

" no . " immediate , decisive . seiros held stern her jaw , " no , i do not fear for what has become of my kin . i have raised them an army of ardent supporters who would make it so they never stand alone . "

wilhelm would never betray her in this . he knew the hand he so chose to hold as well as the burdens it came with . and so seiros did not fear what would become of her homeland and family , for humanity would fear her for what was to happen should they conspire further behind their goddess's back .

and her hand remained so entwined in his .

" what i am is restless . to you , visibility is a curse : to be seen for your power , feared for your judgement , held responsible for your followers . for me , it buys back some of what has been lost . i yearn to be respected , but it serves no use to be seen in a world not my own , by people not my own . and by humans who owe me and my family nothing . so , i am restless . "

[dragonhcrt]

"Something like that," he admits. "I feel guilty for admitting such a thing. I have responsibilities back home. The people need me, but..." he looks to the skies with a soft sigh.

"The taste of freedom, so to speak. That's a big one. Here, I'm not looked at as some god. Here I'm just like anybody else." He looks at Seiros, "A dragon, but regardless...There's nothing special about me here."

[seirosu]

seiros stared back , searching . nails scraped violently against concrete at her side . nothing special , but to be a dragon was special . to revel in anything less was deemed wrong ; invisibility could never be named freedom .

however , she was not blinded to the burden of being a god . her very own mother slept seiros's childhood away , exhausted by humanity and their indelible sins . and yet here seiros remained , longing for someone to follow : someone strong enough to rule over her , guide her --

seize from her this freedom that left her so lost . so empty .

" so then you wish to be a bird , " seiros smirked to herself deflating beneath her inner pride , " when you have had all respect torn away from you , you might understand the plight of my nabatean kin . to be seen as nothing -- no different -- is as much a sacrilege as you deem a blessing . "

then , a solemnness claimed her . her face hardened , " i fear i will never know true peace in a place as far removed as this . not until i wear the viscera of the man who made me into nothing but his own unfortunate , personal hell . "

[dragonhcrt]

@seirosu

"I'll admit that as much as I'd love to return home...Being here has shown me so much. I don't think I'd have the opportunity where I'm from."

[seirosu]

" so . . . you feel content . "

seiros might have accepted that she was to remain here for the unforeseen future ; however , home yet called to her . it spoke to her in the quietest of moments and found her in the darkest of rooms .

to live with a mission engraved into her breast meant marrying it , and divorcing from it meant to die . so seiros did not share the same comfort . at least , she didn't think that she could .

" what opportunities have you gained exactly ?? "

[seirosu]

⚔️ // a wind blew through the fanalean plains , rustling the tops of verdant grasses and dusting orb flower seedlings across the valley. a magnificent sight - one that byleth was pleased to see with her own two eyes . peaceful , in a way that she so often missed . her teapot was pleasantly warm with the heat maintained by the controlled rise of heat from her own two hands upon porcelain . heat bothered her very little , now . as did cold . which all made well for the convenience of needing no bonfire , or one of this world's electric stoves or kettles .

teeth scraped against lower lip , chewing and pinching just as they had - unbidden - in the archbishop's chambers . byleth was focused on the weight of the pot and the cups alone — careful not to spill just as she had been graciously taught . byleth had grown a good deal since then , and she stoked a small flame of pride within her breast at finding herself quite good at serving tea at a table for her invited guests . even still , it did not hurt to be mindful .

especially when serving much esteemed company .

the scent of earthy , dark tea wafted with the wind . she knew its taste to be nutty , and bitter when taken plain . even still , despite its first taste , byleth held no animosity towards it , for there was nothing that could not be solved with a little bit of experimentation , an open mind , and sometimes a great deal of patience . perhaps she needed a touch of cream , and a bit of sugar to fit the taste to her pallet , but the work of discovering as much was hardly any reason to shelve the blend . so it was that dark teas - in their times and places - had become one of byleth's shelf staples .

and still careful not to spill a drop , byleth set one china cup in front of seiros . then gestured at the tea , the small tins of sugar cubes and cream , and a small basket of mayflower sweet buns .

" lady seiros , i was just thinking - " byleth began - " that there is much about you that i do not know . . . and a lot that i would like to . " she peaked up through the feathered tresses of her bangs , and pinched her lips into a small , shy smile . " one of the ways that i got to know my students better was sharing time with them . like this . " byleth paused over the words that flowed and lingered on her tongue . she never would have learned how to host at all , were it not for who seiros would become . she would not have ever known how to start . " i know that you and i have shared similar experiences before . . . but i thought as well : that it would be beneficial to the both of us that i state my intentions on the matter plainly this time . "

fingertips crossed neatly at the edge of the table , placed to quell a growing uncertainty with where to reach . this sort of calm still came to her awkwardly , as much so as combing her fingers through young cethleann's hair . the restraint . the gentleness . the fragility of a life just beneath her hand ; seiros feared disrupting it .

for a long time , seiros held proud her untamed nature , being impossible to chase , and being able to keep the threads of her people safe .

but it began to itch at her as of late : the idea of one day putting down roots and becoming delicate . it itched in ways it never had before , ever since byleth planted the seed of possibility in her mind . a future where she bathed in the river of time and fostered bonds with those she could hardly imagine . sitting quiet amongst the china byleth prized ; seiros began to wish to one day be able to remain still , like the surface of her untouched cup of tea she was served .

and by such gentle hands . . . and such a gentle smile .

hand moved , slipping between the handle of the cup of tea poured for her . its surface rippled , but she dared not add to it . she would enjoy it as is , rather than to stir in excess sweetness and disrupt its natural flavors . although , what if she found that she rather liked --

" i will endeavor to answer your queries , byleth eisner . " seiros's nail clinked against the glazed china , causing more ripples . intentional ones . " to the extent possible . "

[descendinight]

幽灵 quick study｛｛reminder comms are open xo

[wyrmwoodpyro]

🌿 You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // "all of you," byleth said , shaking her head . three words . but they were the only three words that byleth knew FOR CERTAIN long remained unchanged and true . for all that lady rhea , and seteth and flayn had named her enlightened , the hardest truth of all was that byleth had so very few answers . there had been no REVELATION when she had sat upon sothis' throne . only cold , familiar stone , still standing , but weathered by time . while power hummed in her veins , byleth was still just as SMALL as she had been in the darkness of zaharas . she had cut through time , and formed her WILL AS LAW , so that even endless darkness would obey . and even still , byleth was as helpless to keep seiros all but off her knees now as she had been before being struck off a cliff , helping neither one of them in the end .

it all made her BONE WEARY , in the end .

byleth closed her eyes and held her breath within her chest as she would when exhaling fire . she held the fire that spat and wriggled . she pinned and swallowed the knife's edge in her throat . her exhale wavered . thinned . controlled . loosening her grip on silver strings , byleth sank to the stone floor beneath her . she traded her lute for cold air , and pressed her hands flat to her skirts . she knelt where seiros had not .

". . . i want to understand ."

[seirosu]

seiros pitied byleth , for seiros knew not what she had to give . no recollection of what byleth searched for in her . that left her to dig deep within the realm of possibility so that she might begin to understand what all of you entailed .

" as do i . "

her words came to her as light as air , thinning as though in the presence of a vacuum named truth . chest seized , pained . mother might have been a goddess , but seiros wished she too had been all-knowing . did byleth ever know how alike they were : how similarly they lacked ?? only the goddess knew , and therein lay the issue .

gingerly , seiros reached out , hand stretching towards byleth and landing upon the ends of a deep , deep sea of tresses . thumb rolled the strands of hair , crisp beneath her touch as fizzing seafoam upon a shore , yet so similar to her own . and , a child of sky , seiros knew not how to swim .

then quieter , smaller : " if only you might similarly accept that i am without some of your answers , because i have lived half a life and none of yours . "

[rpclefairy]

more random sentence starters.

“that version of me is gone.”

“this changes nothing.”

“i was counting on it.”

“watch me.”

“it wasn’t like this before.”

“i can’t pretend anymore.”

“it’s a promise.”

“say it again.”

“don’t do this.”

“you’re late.”

“this is your last chance.”

“i made my choice long ago.”

“it was over the moment you left.”

“i had to see it for myself.”

“i’ve made worse mistakes than this.”

“you changed.”

“tell me the truth.”

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“you owe me.”

“you followed the wrong path.”

“this isn’t over.”

“i warned you.”

“you’re hiding something.”

“you’ll regret this.”

“they recognized the weapon before they recognized the person holding it.”

“is this a threat?”

“some things can’t be fixed.”

“help me understand.”

“it ends however you decide.”

“you don’t understand.”

“you can’t stop this.”

“you came back.”

“it doesn’t have to end like this.”

“you’re making a mistake.”

“we never make it out clean.”

“maybe it was the only one.”

“you remember me, don’t you?”

“you lied to me.”

“you’re shaking.”

“silence would have been kinder.”

“you shouldn’t have followed me.”

“i trusted you.”

“say my name.”

“i’m not afraid.”

“you knew, didn’t you?”

“is this goodbye?”

“things change.”

“you don’t have to be alone.”

“i mean it this time.”

“that was your first mistake.”

“you’re not who i remember.”

“we don’t have much time.”

“was any of it real?”

“that’s not what you said before.”

“listen to me.”

“and yet, here we are.”

“put it down before this gets worse.”

“look at me.”

“i regret a lot of things.”

“you’re bleeding.”

“i didn’t think you’d survive.”

“don’t say my name like that.”

“you knew i’d come.”

“maybe you never knew me.”

“why are you here?”

“you wouldn’t like it.”

“people like us don’t get happy endings.”

“you followed me into ruin.”

“before everything fell apart.”

“there’s always a choice.”

“we could still fix this.”

“you’ve said that before.”

“i never meant for this to happen.”

“you promised.”

“what did you do?”

“before you chose a side.”

“don’t turn your back on me.”

“before you betrayed me.”

“you shouldn’t have.”

“i’m trying to help you.”

“you’ve always known the truth.”

“say something worth hearing.”

“i’m not backing down.”

“help me, or get out of my way.”

“don’t be foolish.”

“you should have run when you had the chance.”

“i owe you nothing.”

“i had no choice.”

“i walked away when it mattered most.”

“i crossed a line i can’t uncross.”

“i remember you too clearly.”

“you still care?”

“i won’t say it again.”

[seirosu]

seiros was not one to sew flowers into wreaths . her grip too tight to temper with knots . fingers too tense to weave and bend . nails too sharp to avoid perforating petal . but was there any place more beautiful than that adorned by flowers ?? no scent so sweet as april showers .

so flowers bent and twisted , tore and crumbled in seiros's hands . but none so without the care and thought by the hands of one so unsuited to create . and by a heart which only could exist if ever made of flowers .

lilies and daisies .

[aevumisles]

hello <3 if possible , could i reapp seiros from fire emblem 3 houses ?? the date is 4/3 and her app is still /app . thank you for all your work mods !!

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. A familiar stirring draws you forward, and you wake once more from the long quiet.

You, SEIROS find yourself once more standing before the Terminus Tower. It has remained just as you once knew it, teeming with life. A guardian approaches.

What joyous occasion! Pleased, we are , Young Echo, for our paths to cross once more! Be swift in your readjustment, little one.

The guardian hands you the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: #202, Seaside Province

Your former possessions, abilities, and emblems have been restored to you.

Welcome back to Aevum Isles.

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[seirosu]

i seldom think of rhea as the princess that she is , but considering the power structure of the nabateans, she is such a princess . she is the youngest princess in a line of others who somehow , against all odds , inherited the crown . she was the youngest princess who experienced a level of freedom that a heir doesn't typically experience . and it adds another layer to how devastating it would have been to be the last surviving of her family . she was not only so young . . . but also , nobody seemed to expect her to be the final one . and yet , she was deemed the most immaculate of them all . she , who experienced the freedom to run through forests and kick up the water of streams and be destructive and curious and imperfect . she , who was free to live and love the land . she was free to develop a genuine desire to protect her mother's land in a way that was probably the closest to sothis's original love for fodlan . so authentic and pure .

[seirosu]

sweetsona <3

[fellstcr]

⚔️ // uneasy . . . ? byleth blinked . her eyes still stung with that terrible smoke . she frowned . hands gripped the lyre in her lap so hard , that any more tightly and she would surely splinter it , and send the pieces scattering in every direction . ONE WAY OR ANOTHER . byleth's jaw clenched . color blotched and smeared across pallid face pulled taut ; sickly hot , though on the inside byleth only felt cold . with her teeth gritting and grinding , byleth shook her head once . then again , fervently .

“ no , ” came her whisper , laden with smoke an rasping around a serrated blade . once more , she shook her head and bit down the sudden WAILING creeping up from the fires . she choked it ; pinned it to the walls of her throat . she held it there . she held it until it grew still . as she had to do SO OFTEN on the battlefield . this was no real battlefield . and still the feelings were the same . only . . . only NO ONE WAS DYING . no one was dead . WHY THEN . . . ? why did shame spit such fire in her belly ? why was grief such a sharp dagger to her throat ?

" I'M sorry ."

at first , it was all byleth could say . the words hung in the air , quivering . her gaze sunk to her hands , whose fingers clawed and scraped against wood . her arms , which folded around her instrument when IMPULSE goaded to split it on stone and leave . byleth held it tightly . she held it tightly and her voice STILL CAME HOARSE .

" i just — wanted to know you better . "

[seirosu]

thighs hugged her chest , perched in place . beneath the shadows cast from the young woman above . seiros's calves flexed beneath her weight . words evaded her . lamentation : she was ill suited for such ambiguous feelings , and so she remained wary of the confession which buried itself deep within her breast . how could she believe that she hadn't hadn't made byleth uneasy .

here she was herself , uneasy .

seiros swallowed thick , unsure of what to say :

" . . . me ?? " stilted and lagging paces behind the flow of conversation , seiros struggled to articulate a substantial response . confusion glistened in her eyes , and she shook her blond tresses , correcting : " or . . . me ?? "

this was the crest of flames : a dominance so quiet . soft . it commanded over her own sensibilities . for inside , she was immaculate , except for when she was in the presence of flame . only then was seiros lesser than herself . lesser than the sum of any word .

" you've felt so familiar . " mouth slackened . eyes narrowed . she wet her lips : " i haven't known what to make of it . "