the mother walks with me

"I feel the light of Mila's blessing." RP blog for Silque from Fire Emblem Gaiden / Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadow of Valentia. Closed blog associated with FERP.

[servantofmila-blog]

Platonic meme: “Please stay. I’d like some company.”

Platonic Requests for Affection

“If you insist.”

Silque was happy to keep Forsyth company if that is what he wished. The evening was starting to slowly turn into night and the atmosphere was slowly starting to shift from lively to a slower pace. Silque had come to check in on Forsyth. They didn’t know each other well, yet, but already Silque had a good opinion of the knight. 

She moved to join him proper, not settling down just yet, but giving him a warm smile as she approached Forsyth. 

“I don’t think we’ve talked properly with each other. These days it seems everyone is keeping busy. I am glad to have a chance to speak now.”

[dreamsofknighthood]

Silque was right; he hadn’t spoken to her often, and when he had it usually amounted to a few polite words in the infirmary. She had treated many of his wounds, and he had thanked her as any knight should, and that was the extent of it. But she had always had a calming way about her – something that reminded him a little of his mother, and the faint memories of her gentle manner when he’d run to her after a scrape or fall.

At this moment, he needed it.

As he closed his eyes, he could still hear Python’s animalistic yell as the witch’s spell burned into his flesh. He had wounds borne from magic himself, but this was something else entirely; it seemed as if Python’s entire side were on fire, and the unbridled agony in his cry was unlike anything he’d ever heard. He’d lost most of his consciousness shortly after, and although Forsyth had sat dutifully by his cot for a while, the stifling air and stench of blood had eventually become too much for him to bear.

And what was he now, he asked himself. Useless. Hopeless. An onlooker merely observing the suffering of his friend.

His friend, who he’d brought into all this.

His voice trembled as he asked the question; a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear answered.

“H-How is he?”

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Silque wanted to reach out and reassure Forsyth. For some people it could be soothing to have physical contact when they were worried, but for others it was like pricking them with a needle. A sharpness, or even uneasiness, about being touched during those moments. Silque did not want to worsen Forsyth’s mood as it was clear he was already in a bad place. 

So she gave him a warm smiling, trying to reassure him through the soft expression. What had happened was terrible, beyond that. Python had taken an awful blow and the magic that had burned into his skin, well, Silque could still see the injury clearly in her mind. She had done her best, as she always did. It was part of her job here to heal treat the injured and she would do it without a question. It was her path in life and she accepted it as she always had. 

Still, it was never easy to see something to that degree. 

“He will recover. He is a poor state right now and he may have scars from what happened, but he will live and he will be able to fight again.” The last part, the one about fighting, might not be important to Forsyth, but it had meaning. Python might not be the same completely once he healed and was back on his feet, but he’d be able to do things.

“It will take time though. Magic can only do so much. The body needs time to heal on it’s own too. How are you?”

[servantofmila-blog]

“...Will you sing something for me?”

Platonic Requests for Affection

She thought about what kind of songs to sing. Melodies came to mind as she thought about what Python might want to hear. She knew of bawdy songs but they would not be proper in her mouth. She thought of lullabies, the kind that were meant to lull her to sleep, that she had sung later for others. 

She thought of songs sang in reverence, for Mila. Would Python care the kind of song she sang for him? She gave him an curious look.

“Do you have anything in mind you’d like to hear?”

[servantofmila-blog]

Platonic meme: “Please stay. I’d like some company.”

Platonic Requests for Affection

“If you insist.”

Silque was happy to keep Forsyth company if that is what he wished. The evening was starting to slowly turn into night and the atmosphere was slowly starting to shift from lively to a slower pace. Silque had come to check in on Forsyth. They didn’t know each other well, yet, but already Silque had a good opinion of the knight. 

She moved to join him proper, not settling down just yet, but giving him a warm smile as she approached Forsyth. 

“I don’t think we’ve talked properly with each other. These days it seems everyone is keeping busy. I am glad to have a chance to speak now.”

[platonicrpmemes]

Platonic Requests for Affection

“I’m so tired… ”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“My hands are shaking.” 

“Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.”

“Please stay. I’d like some company.”

“Could I get a hug?”

“Would you pet my hair?”

“Will you sing something for me?”

“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

“Can I lay my head in your lap?”

“You can touch my hair but don’t mess it up!”

“Here, lay down in my lap.”

“You know, you’re pretty comfy.”

“Come here, ya big lug/small fry.”

“Just take my hand. It’ll be better, I promise.”

“I’m not letting go.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you need.”

“It’s okay to stay, you know.”

“I’m so happy you’re here with me.”

“Your hugs are warm. We should do this more often.”

[servantofmila-blog]

Reassurance

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maskedzofian:

Conrad waited just outside until he heard her voice invite him in. He headed through the door in careful steps, quietly taking a seat next to her and studying her face.

He recognized this woman. She was one of Alm’s followers, a young priestess of Mila. Though now her face had only an expression of hurt, in all the times he’d seen her before he recalled nothing but a soft smile and gentle healing hands.

She had to be a wonderfully kind woman to devote her life to serving the Mother. What sort of thing would make such a woman so upset? Had someone hurt her?

“You don’t have to speak with me,” he said, “but if you’d like to I’ll listen.”

He is not someone that Silque knows well. While she attempted to know who everyone was, it was difficult as the number of people grew. He was recognizable and she knew his name, but most of what she knew beyond that was only what was well-known. 

Yet she sensed kindness from him. He was worried about her and her tears. He had come to check on her, firstly, and now he was offering an ear without pressing her to speak. She was glad for his company because of that. She gestured for him to come beside her as she wiped at her face, trying to brush away all of the tears that still remained. 

“Thank you. It might help to speak about it. I am told I have too kind a heart sometimes. There was a young child a while back. He had been badly injured and had become sick. I was told that he recently passed. I know that death is a natural thing, but it saddens me to know that there was nothing that could be done. I did my best when I was there, but it seems that he was already in a state that he couldn’t come back from.” She smiled sadly. “It is always painful to know someone has died.” 

[servantofmila-blog]

Reassurance

@maskedzofian || [x]

It was unusual for Conrad to be in such a situation.

There was most certainly crying coming from the other room.

He wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. Certainly he needed to go check on whoever was in such a state, right? But what if they didn’t want company, or loathed to be seen in such a state? And considering Anthiese was the only person he knew well enough to speak heart to heart with, it most definitely wouldn’t be someone he was close with. If they were from Alm’s Deliverance before the forced merged, it was likely to be someone whose name he didn’t even recall.

Still, he couldn’t very well ignore someone in distress. He had to check on them, even if they just yelled for him to leave. It was just the decent thing to do.

With careful steps, he approached the door before him, giving a gentle knock.

“It’s me. Um, Conrad,” he spoke gently, “I know you don’t know me well, but I’m here. If you need someone.”

Silque did not think anyone would hear her. She did not wish to worry anyone or take up their time. It was a private matter that had her with tears in her eyes, although not as private as it might be for others. Silque was not the type to cry easily, although she was certainly not cold-hearted. The opposite in fact. She always thought she cried a reasonable amount, but it was hard to know for sure. Everyone was different.

She sniffled, surprised by the gentle knock. Someone had heard her crying. She did not recognize the voice as someone she knew. There were people that she did not know yet, who she had brief encounters with or saw in passing. That they’d stop to check on her was kind. 

“Come on in,” she called out to the person on the other side of the door. Perhaps talking about it would help. Conrad. That name was more familiar than the voice. She had not spoken to him, but from what she knew she did not mind speaking with him.

[servantofmila-blog]

♣ (Bc I've been wanting to interact with you xD)

45. ❝Can I kiss you?❞

Silque wasn’t sure what drove her to ask such a thing. Perhaps it was because she had little experience in the matter and there were things she was curious about. It wasn’t as if there were plenty of people Silque could ask to kiss and not have it end poorly. Either they’d refuse her right out or it would just make things terribly awkward. Or she didn’t think she should ask them for a kiss. 

There wasn’t anything to say that Python would not react badly to the question. They didn’t know each other too well, but there was something in the moment, with the knowledge they’d be heading off into more battles, danger still lurking, that Silque thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. If Python said no, she’d let it go. Figure things out on her own. Or perhaps later on. 

[servantofmila-blog]

aimless–archer:

Her lips are soft, and the kiss even moreso.  This sort of sweetness normally isn’t his scene, but he’s fond of her, and this whole situation is cute- her nervous hesitancy, the determination that overcame it, even the fact that she’s standing on her toes to reach him.  The hand grasping her chin shifts to cup her cheek and tilt her head slightly- not to deepen the kiss in any meaningful way, just to keep their noses from bumping.  It’s over almost as quickly as it began, and she pulls back, still a bit pink, but surprisingly devoid of her earlier embarrassment.

At her statement, he chuckles. “Not bad at all, Sister,” he agrees, shooting her a playful wink.  It’s strange to think he was someone’s first kiss- and depending how seriously she takes her vows, he could even be her last as well.  It’s a strange thought for someone who has done far more with more people than he can count, but he hopes that she got whatever it was that she wanted out of it.

“If you ever get curious about anything else,” he laughs, raising an eyebrow, “you know where to find me.”  She won’t- he’s almost certain of that- but he still can‘t resist teasing.

Silque isn’t sure what to say now. It felt very much like the kind of situation that was meant to be done and then to be moved on from. Silque didn’t really desire anything more from it or Python. She had gotten what she wanted out of the situation, the experience of a kiss. To go further than that was not something she wanted at all. She was adamant about keeping to her vows and even if she wasn’t, there was nothing in her that felt it necessary.

Still, there was something about the kiss as short as it was that was sticking with her. She was sure to think about it again. That was the point, in some ways, to get the experience of a kiss. To know what it was like. Silque was devout but she wasn’t devoid of emotions. “I am sure you’d be the first person I go to,” she assured Python, but she did not think there’d be anything else she’d want to ask of him. Not like this at least. 

She smiled up at him and then turned away, back to what she had been doing before. She was sure Python would return to his own activities. 

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Crossroads [Open]

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severinuus:

Closer, closer… the bumping of the wheels over stones began to slow its rhythm, the plodding hoofbeats spaced farther and farther apart, and as Soren strained to listen over his thundering heart, he wondered if he had already been spotted. Why were they stopping? Why here? His fingers tightened around the stone until its sharp edge pressed into his palm, but he barely registered the pain, and if it drew blood, the sensation was muted to him.

The creaking wood and footsteps finally stopped, bringing silence down upon the road. A door opened, murmuring began, and Soren braced himself. To do what? He asked himself, and the realization of where he was and what he was doing woke him as if from a dream. These were not the people who had left him for dead in that field, and what he could see of the caravan through the thin underbrush did not appear to be dangerous in any capacity. White robes. Quiet, gentle voices. These were not the signs of a group pursuing violence.

Cautiously, Soren inched around the trunk of the tree for a better look and to gauge his options, but nearly recoiled with surprise when the door of the nearest carriage opened. Instead, his legs gave out from under him and he fell to his knees as if in reverence before the young woman who appeared in the doorway. The rock rolled from his hand and stopped at her feet, now marked with his blood.

“Please…” he murmured, finding his throat and lips dry. He was at her mercy, and he hoped that if her manner of dress was anything to go by, then she would be as benevolent as the women of Crimea’s churches.

Silque hadn’t expected to see anyone out here. She was caught off-guard by the sudden appearance of Soren, but while the others seemed to be surprised and scared, Silque merely stared at him. She looked down at the rock that had once been in his hand. It wasn’t difficult to piece together some of what was happening. This man, whoever he was and for whatever reason, seemed to have planned to attack the people of the carriage. Had he changed his mind when she emerged or was he simply too weak to try?

It mattered not as Silque knelt down, reaching out for Soren. He looked to be in terrible shape. She turned back to the others. “Can you get me some water and a staff? We need to help him.”

She was glad that the others didn’t seem to question her decision. Regardless of his intentions, he needed help. He had asked for it too and Silque would not leave him like this. She passed the water to him when it was given to her and smiled kindly at the man. “It will help. Drink as much as you can.” She would heal him as quickly as she could. She prayed to Mila and then pulled away if only to cast the magic that would heal him once she had the staff readily in her hands. As soon as the magic passed, she was back down at his side. 

“Can you stand?”

[thecluelessone-deactivated20250]

“Tell me something: Why were you crying?”

Tobin freezes. “I wasn’t– I’m not–” No excuses come to mind that seem believable, and for once his tongue isn’t feeling impulsive enough to spit something out without thinking it through. He puts his head down in shame for a few moments, wondering if it would be easier if he just said it aloud.

Finally, he lifts his head again and makes eye contact with the blue-haired cleric. “Promise you won’t tell Gray?”

[servantofmila-blog]

thecluelessone:

He lets her hand sit at first, feeling a warmth flow through his body from the friendly gesture. “I know I’m not,” he says, but it’s only half true. “I’ve tried telling myself that. Everyone tells me that. And yet…” He scowls at the words that he’s about to say. “I’m supposed to be able to things that no one else can. So why can’t I? What’s broken about me that everything I try, someone else is already better? Why can’t I just be the best at one thing?” He shifts, and his shoulder moves out from under his hand. He immediately regrets it and wonders if Silque thinks he did it on purpose.

Silque wants to bring Tobin comfort, but it is clear that he is very distraught by what he deemed his own failings. Silque couldn’t say she understood because her upbringing had given her a different opinion on standing out or being the best. She was at peace with where she was and what she could do, but it was clear that Tobin was upset by what he saw as incompetence. 

She pulls her hand back and nods. “Tobin. I am sure there is something you can do that no one else can. But why do you think you need to be the best?”

[thecluelessone-deactivated20250]

“Tell me something: Why were you crying?”

Tobin freezes. “I wasn’t– I’m not–” No excuses come to mind that seem believable, and for once his tongue isn’t feeling impulsive enough to spit something out without thinking it through. He puts his head down in shame for a few moments, wondering if it would be easier if he just said it aloud.

Finally, he lifts his head again and makes eye contact with the blue-haired cleric. “Promise you won’t tell Gray?”

[servantofmila-blog]

thecluelessone:

If anyone had to catch him like this, Tobin is glad it was Silque. Maybe it was her whole Mila thing, but she was much easier to talk to than most of the members of the Deliverance.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and rearrange his thoughts. “I guess you saw that I threw my journal into the campfire.” He feels a pang of regret as he thinks of all of the memories he had just let burn to ash. By now, though, there wouldn’t be enough left to be worth going back. “I’m just… I’m just tired of being average.” Tears threaten to escape again and, despite Silque’s reassurance, he fights them back. “No matter what I try, there’s always someone else who can do it better. I just wish I could…” His voice cracks before he can get the last words out, and he buries his face in his hands again.

She had witness him throwing the journal into the fire. It was one of the things that had prompted the question. Things were difficult, especially for people like Tobin who were both young and lived removed from much. If she could provide some sense of comfort for him, Silque would. She listened quietly as he spoke, nodding a little at his words. 

She reached out and touched his shoulder, gently. He could easily brush it off he wanted to, but she felt that it might provide some comfort for the young man.

“You feel inadequate compared to the others? It is an understandable feeling. But you shouldn’t feel like you aren’t as good as the others. There are things that you can do that no one else can. What you can do is important.” She is quiet for a moment. “Meeting the member of the Deliverance must have been a shock. You’re meeting new people who you can compare yourself to, people who have lived very different lives. You aren’t less compared to them even if you feel that way.”

[ladyoftactics]

History Lesson||Rinea & Silque

@servantofmila

As the war raged, Rinea never really had the chance to visit Zofia. Even while Rigelian soldiers occupied the castle, she usually remained within its walls, at Berkut’s side. A part of her had feared to go in the first place— bandits roamed and ruled the east, and she was hardly ever equipped to defend herself. However, now that King Alm and Queen Celica united the north and the south into the Kingdom of Valentia, Rinea felt more comfortable paying a visit to the south, particularly the east where the Mila Temple resided.

While Rinea had learned of the war of the Divine Dragons in her youth, her general knowledge of Mila had been clouded by the teachings of Duma. History was something that intrigued her, and while the goddess herself may be dead, perhaps there may be a former Cleric that would be willing to tell her of Zofia’s history? After all, if the nations are now united, it’d only be fair if she learned of the lower half of the united country.

Pacing towards the Temple’s ruins, Rinea took in the crumbling walls. She felt pity; this was once a beautiful Temple, she could tell. Some of its serene appearance remained. The beauty of the vines growing around the blue-gray stone— she could only imagine how breathtaking the Temple must have been before it fell into disrepair. 

Footsteps echoed, and Rinea turned with a start. From the shock, slight panic rose in her chest.

“Ah, forgive me. I was just looking around.”

[servantofmila-blog]

Silque hadn’t really been back in a while. She had accepted the path that life had laid out for her once the war was over, helping those in the north. Those who were left troubled by the war. Those who could not help themselves. She had spent more time in the former country of Rigel than she had before, but she was doing good work. Silque could see the joy that her relief work brought about. She was happy to continue doing it until something else called her.

But she did not always stay in the north. Sometimes she found herself back in the south. The Temple was beautiful, even in it’s disrepair. Silque could still feel the sense of calm and peace wash over her, despite everything. it was still a place that she felt a connection to and a place that brought her a sense of peace. No matter what had happened before, Silque still felt a connection to Mila and to her life before the war. Even if both were now gone.

She was surprised by the presence of Rinea, but when she saw her, she merely gave the woman a small smile. She shook her head.

“No need to apologize. It is beautiful isn’t it? I cannot blame you for coming to see the Temple. I am sorry if I startled you.”

[thecluelessone-deactivated20250]

“Tell me something: Why were you crying?”

Tobin freezes. “I wasn’t– I’m not–” No excuses come to mind that seem believable, and for once his tongue isn’t feeling impulsive enough to spit something out without thinking it through. He puts his head down in shame for a few moments, wondering if it would be easier if he just said it aloud.

Finally, he lifts his head again and makes eye contact with the blue-haired cleric. “Promise you won’t tell Gray?”

[servantofmila-blog]

Silque settles down in front of Tobin, not touching him or saying anything else, just waiting. She learned years ago the best thing to do in these situations was to wait. If Tobin wished to talk about it he would and if he did not, Silque would respect that. People liked it better when they were not pushed into talking about their troubles.

“It is alright. There is no shame in crying. I promise I won’t tell anyone. It will be between just the two of us.”

[servantofmila-blog]

saintedscribbles:

Genny’s breath puffed out white in the cold air and she made sure to stay far enough away from the mirror that it would not fog. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Silque settle her hat onto her head. “Ah, good morning, Silque!” she said with a small smile, though it dimmed a bit when the older girl inquired after her sleep.

 For a moment Genny considered giggling and brushing the question off, but by noon the bags under her eyes would give her away. Instead she fidgeted for a moment, not meeting the other girl’s eyes as she worked her brush through her curls. She winced as she caught a particularly snarly tangle.

 Her hair was always worse after a night full of horrors. Genny blamed the tossing and turning.

 She took a steadying breath and looked up into the mirror to meet Silque’s eyes. “I slept enough to be useful,” she said with the barest hint of a smile. “It will have to do. People depend on me after all!”

Silque would not push Genny to speak of it if she did not. She merely went about her routine, waiting to see what she might say. Silque was not sure if something plagued the young woman, if she was having trouble, but she did wish she could be someone she could talk to. Silque wouldn’t pry, certainly, but she hoped that she could help if there was something wrong. 

Silque returned the smile as she met Genny’s eyes in the mirror. Enough to be useful? Silque turned to look at her fully this time, giving her another smile and nodding. 

“If you have anything you’d like to talk about, I’d be happy to listen. It is good to be depended on, but you shouldn’t push yourself. You cannot help people if you are in poor condition.”

[lunariaans]

[servantofmila-blog]

@aimless--archer

[ormille-deactivated20191103]

Can I get a fuckin uuuuuuuuhhhhh Silque

this is actually a recent commission 

[severinuus-blog]

Crossroads [Open]

      …

                …ke…

“Ike!” But instincts clamped tightly around his throat, suppressing what would have been an attention-drawing shout to hardly more than a gasped syllable. His chest heaved, his heart pounded, and his eyes tried desperately to take everything in at once as his mind battled through a sleepy haze. A field. A clear sky. Thin, stunted trees. No shade. No shadows. Nowhere to hide. Blood.

Soren scrambled to his feet, but a sharp pain brought him back to his hands and knees. He pulled his hand away from his ribs and looked at the sticky, crimson stain that had already begun to dry across his palm. His blood.

Wiping it absentmindedly on his robes, he took a steadying breath and pushed himself to stand once more.

Adrenaline alerted him to the sound of distant voices, footsteps, perhaps even an entire caravan proceeding down a nearby road, and Soren hastily tucked himself into the shade of one of the scraggly trees. His books were gone, as were his belongings, but the instincts of his childhood kicked in before any rationality could take hold. They had allowed him to survive this long, and even logic conceded to reliability. He took up a sizable rock from the ground near his feet and pressed his back close to the narrow trunk to listen.

[servantofmila-blog]

Silque was no stranger to the dangers of the roads. She had spent her childhood with her mother traveling and then she spent time traveling later in her life. Silque had already had the experience of being kidnapped by bandits. She knew that there was always the chance of things turning sideways. While she prayed for protection and hoped for the best in people, she knew that there was always an off-chance that something might happen.

Still, the young woman liked to believe that even if someone did approach her with ill intentions, she could potentially talk them out of it. It wasn’t as if most people who might attempt to steal or harm had no reason for it. The people here in northern Valentia, once Rigel, had suffered greatly and while things were improving, not everything was perfect. Which was why she was traveling. Right now she was moving with a caravan, helping out those who needed her healing and who felt comfortable and safe with the young woman. 

As they drew closer to the spot where Soren hid, she was unaware of his presence. The caravan was slowing down, some trouble with one of the wheels and as they slowed, Silque was getting ready to step down. There would be time to wait as it was fixed and she was preparing to help with anything she could. 

[servantofmila-blog]

princessarchanea:

rpmemes-galore:

Assorted Love Song Lyrics  {Sentence Starters}

ronan keating — when you say nothing at all

“It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart.”

“But, when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd.”

“The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me whenever I fall.”

“The smile on your face,, the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand… lets me know that you need me.”

john legend — all of me 

“'Cause all of me loves all of you.”

“Give your all to me. I’ll give my all to you.”

“Even when you’re crying you’re beautiful, too.”

“Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”

bruno mars — just the way you are

“Her laugh, she hates but I think it’s so sexy.”

“’Cause you’re amazing just the way you are.”

“Her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shining.”

“If perfect’s what you’re searching for, then just stay the same.”

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing that I would change.”

celine dion — because you loved me 

“You saw the best there was in me.”

“You were my strength when I was weak.”

“You were my voice when I couldn’t speak.”

“My world is a better place because of you.”

“I’m everything I am, because you loved me.”

“I was blessed… because I was loved by you.”

“You’re the one who held me up, ever let me fall.”

“You’re the one who saw me through through it all.”

elvis presley — love me tender

“Tell me you are mine.”

“You have made my life complete.”

“For, my darling, I love you. And I always will.”

“Love me tender. Love me sweet. Never let me go.”

“I’ll be yours through all the years, ‘til the end of time.”

“You have made my life complete… and I love you so.”

christina perri — a thousand years

“Time has brought your heart to me.”

“I have died everyday waiting for you.”

“How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?”

“And, all along, I believed I would find you.”

“Darling, don’t be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years.”

“Right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart.”

“I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.”