HI DAEKIE can we get an uhhhh 🌼 + free choice just make some shit up
send me a flower emoji + a character name, and i’ll make up a fic about them that doesn’t exist and include a snippet from that nonexistent fic!
animal femurs ascribed to saints who never existed -- a canon-divergent retelling of the Silver Snow route of Fire Emblem: Three Houses (taking a lot of notes and beats from Three Hopes!) that focuses on byleth eisner and rhea, or: the way i think this route should have gone. i have very rough notes for the entire plot of this thing actually lmao and maybe one day i will write it
“Stand down,” Rhea snarls, and she forces it through her teeth in a way that barely sounds human. It makes sense. She barely feels human, right now, is as acutely aware of her draconic nature as she has ever been - so violently aware of the scales hiding under her skin, and of how she could destroy that human body before her if she simply let her control twist. If she was the Immaculate One once again. These years alone with what little remains of her family: they have taught her how much more severely she was slipping, is slipping, and how little she noticed the rot creeping into her mind until she had no power over the populace that could justify her actions.
Byleth Eisner, weakened from five years of coma and perhaps delirious from it all, barely moves their head to show they’ve even heard her in the first place. With their blade to Flayn’s throat, that atrocious weapon of Rhea’s mother’s blood and bone - no one here can justify moving, when it could result in a girl’s violent, preventable death.
She does not know what they remember from their last conscious moments. She scarcely remembers the details of that battle herself. But --
It has been years. So many, many years since she saw anyone new with those features. But she would go blind before she failed to recognize that hair color, or those eyes. Whatever Byleth is, right now, they are not Sothis; but she thinks they may not be entirely Byleth, either.