#drylicu

[convxction]

@drylicu​ : .............................

This is actually worse than killing him. “ . . . Hello, Morgan?”

[nonpareiltactician]

@drylicu​ || Book line starter call

          "A mounted man is much higher than a man on foot, and infantry can be hidden away not only among the cavalry but in the rear as well... If the infantry, hidden away behind the cavalry, came out suddenly and went for the enemy, I think they would prove an important factor in making the victory more decisive."

[mamaterasu]

         dying light spills across oceans upon oceans,    the wash of the world’s vivid pigmentation cleansed with the dimming spark of sunbeams, until faint splashes of oranges, pinks and purples spin ever onwards.  it is beautiful yet haunting.  haunting because the day has reached its end,  beautiful because there will ALWAYS be the promise of another morning. 

          one would expect her presence to be here above all else,  permeating this sacred space where mountain meets sky.  gentle.  serene.  almost perfect.  but nature is never quite so perfect and that is the joy of it all.  imperfections doused with babbling brook water,  and the subtle sway of a wolf’s bushy tail.   she feels as though there is no need to make introductions  :       ❛  you are weary.  ❜

        🍂   @drylicu​  ​.

[offhirdiad]

@drylicu​ || ☆

          The blood that coats his dark plated armor feels as if it’s seeping beneath the layers. It leaves him wondering where the dark, thick substance from his enemies begins and where it ends with his own. After awhile it all starts to feel the same, and the cool breeze brushing passed him after a battle so desperately fought does nothing to soothe those nerves. If anything, it wires up the voices more. He can almost feel them at his heels and breathing down his neck.

          It’s suffocating, and he wants nothing more than to quiet their pleas and demands. But as it were the consensus was to return back to the monastery. Frustration builds in his chest as he practically stomps away from the professor towards the front of their formation. He needs to get away from the pitying eyes and signs of disapproval, but maybe he also wants to try and gain distance from the voice of his father even more.

          “I swore I will have her head. I just need more time.” His voice is low in his attempts to push forward. Glenn’s tone had never been so cruel in his ear before.

          For a moment he forgets where he is. All he can listen to and see are those loved ones long passed keeping pace with him no matter how fast or long his strides take him. It’s only when he tries to sidestep his stepmother does reality come back to him as he bumps into another. The sound of idle chatter from various soldiers and birds chirping in the distance fills the air. There’s even a bit of an ‘oof’ from whatever he has bumped into, and when his eye decides to focus he spots the familiar hair color of Morgan. Nothing comes forth at this realization but a quick flash of emotion darting through his lone eye before he’s stalking off again.

[magozine]

Another year, another war, another bastion of humanity holding the world together by pride and stubbornness alone. 

Or, well, maybe not alone, given his presence among them, watching mortals flit about their work and patrols as the sun dipped over the range. It’d only been a few days since he’d arrived, name breathed in doubt and incense- honestly one of the least eventful Callings he’d ever been pulled by. Something about tipping the war further to win the favor of a loved one- whatever it was, he was there, and he was stuck until they perished or persevered. 

So far none of the mortals had enough sight to pay him any mind. Some of the sorcerers quirked a brow at his footfalls, but they all saw right through him

All except this one. 

“You’re a funky little mage, aren’t you?” He called once he noticed her staring. “Come on then- what are you going to do? Stranger in camp. Armed, but no one’s screamed yet, eh? Funny, isn’t it?”

@drylicu 

[wildflowrrs-a]

       “alright ya lil shit--- what kinda trouble ya tryin’ t’ cause now?”

*:･ﾟ✧ @drylicu was summoned!

[painintopcwer]

@drylicu

❛ Do you come with coffee and cream because you are my sugar. ❜

[nessblessed-moved]

@drylicu || X || Morgan & Byleth

“It wasn’t a mistake.”

Byleth truly did have an...orthodox way of how he taught his students. But in his defense, he was still getting used to the whole teaching thing. He had no prior experience save for what he’d learned as a mercenary. But he could only talk about that for so long before he was just repeating himself. He was walking new ground, and at some point he decided his students should do the same!

“You excel in magic, and are above average in swordsmanship.” At least, that was what he’d observed and wrote in the little planner book Manuela had given him. Always keep an eye on the students! So she had said.

“But I’d like to work on your riding ability. Which is why I assigned you with Marianne for stable duty. She’ll be able to help you.”