#azzurin

[fireemblemincorrectquotes]

Azura: I require a strong, capable friend- Corrin: (Trips over her own foot and lands in a trash can) Azura: That one.

[xpulp]

Azzurin fan art for one of my friend’s in my discord.

The colors really made this one pop.

[kisaell]

Her breath is harsh and coarse against her throat; when she coughs you can hear the sickness in her. You place the soup down beside her, you are close enough to see the beads of sweat that tickle softly against her burning skin.

She opens her eyes and looks at you, she tried to speak but your finger presses against her lips softly, a single shake of the head is enough; you see the corners of her mouth twitch in a silent thank you.

You take a step to leave, you should be elsewhere but... You look back, and decided that elsewhere can wait. You crawl over her form as quickly and safely as you can, letting your body rest next to hers; she looks at you, tilting her head a little and you offer a smile.

You know what she wants to say. You know she wants to tell you to continue your duties, that you would also get sick but you don't mind. You'd rather stay by her side.

[kisaell]

You're standing there, the blush covering almost every inch of exposed skin; are you sweating? You're sweating. Azura is sat on the grass in front of you with a sympathetic smile, “My dearest...” She begins but you put a hand out gently to quieten her. You ask her to let you do this.

You begin regardless of the doubt swimming in your mind. Slowly, you've memorized this; every movement, every breath. You sing her song, you dance her dance. You're not as graceful as Azura, nor your voice as sweet... The dress doesn't hug your curves the same way either.

She watches with a strange curiosity and you hope that she understands now.

You finish with a bow, your chest heaving and legs aching. You've practised in small bursts but this was your first full routine. She offers you a small applause and laughs as you collapse beside her. You can see the question on her lips before she even speaks so you claim it with a kiss. When you pull away you see that her blush matches yours.

“I wanted to show you... What I see. How beautiful you are.”