lost and found
The bags under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion, trembling with adrenaline as her eyes darted around, taking in every small detail. She freezes in her steps when she catches sight of a mop of blue hair, a matching blue tunic. No. You’re just...seeing things Lucina. It couldn’t possibly....but she drops the items in her arms all the same, rushing forward to catch a better look at the figure. He wouldn’t be here...The Halidom....
And yet her thoughts freeze as she stops behind the man, tears welling in her eyes--there could be no mistake who that was. “Father,” it slips from her lips before she could think to stop it--overwhelming melancholy, a sheer longing surging in her veins, in every fiber of her being. It was him. He’d come all the way to Fodlan....He’d come all the way to Fodlan.
The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, stumbling back a half step. Why was he here? And Grima---oh Naga, how could this be happening? “No...” How was this happening? She can only stare at him with wide eyes, hands wrapped tightly around her stomach as though it could keep her from falling to pieces. As if her life could fall apart further...Clearly the gods were mocking her. ( @falchionexalt )