#fates verse.

[backwaternoble]

@bravingskies.

Lukas is amazed by the elegance of the courtyard as he steps into its area, the sound of his boots muffled by the lush grass that blankets the earth. Zofia is known for its beauty and plentiful supply of natural resources, of course---but Hoshido is a NEW place for him, and he’s enjoyed seeing the difference in aesthetics, in landscape.

Convinced he’s alone, he settles beneath a tree and opens his book to the page he’d stopped on last time. The breeze is light and refreshing and perfumed with the aroma of orchids. He could fall asleep here amidst the blossoms and birds, but Lukas knows he would only be embarrassed if he were to get caught.

[nagahearted-a]

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.” // Cordelia, fates verse

Comforting Edition {Sentence Starters}

      Chrom wakes with a start, lurching forward and drawing in deep, gasping breaths. Fingers curl into his shirt just over his chest wherein his heart races. Visions of the final battle against Grima play before his eyes, and he looks frantically around his tent –

      There are Risen everywhere. Too many almost. He’s covered in muck and ichor and his arms ache, but still he fights. Somewhere behind him he hears a cry and he whirls around. Arrows fly through the air and he looks up.

      Fear grips him and steals his breath and he almost loses his head before he returns to himself. And then he is running. Running. Running. Running. Falchion cuts through a Risen for every arrow that strikes her back, and he knows he won’t make it. He can’t make it –

      ❝ Cordelia! ❞ Her name tears from his throat, voice rising above the din of battle. But it’s too late.

      She is falling. Falling. Falling. Falling into the sea and he cries –

      ❝ Cordelia! ❞ he gasps, turning to the space beside him, panic written plainly across his face.

      She stirs, russet hues blinking blearily against the darkness, trying to make out Chrom’s figure beside her.❝ Chrom…? What’s – ❞

      Suddenly she’s enveloped in his arms and his face is buried in her hair. His shoulders are shaking and his hands cling desperately to her clothes as if trying to anchor himself to her. His breathing is uneven and his throat is tight, leaving him able to do little more than choke out a relieved sob as her arms come around him.

      ❝ Shh, ❞ she soothes, rubbing circles against his back and brushing his hair from his face.❝ It’s okay. I’m right here. ❞

      He only holds her tighter and she lets him.

[wyverniisms]

     Minerva slowly opened a single eye from her warm sleep where she lay curled under a large tree’s shade. She had been roused by the footsteps of someone walking by and a faint bitter smell reaching her nostrils. 

     She huffed, and lifted her heavy head just a little. All the humans in this new world were so unfamiliar, and they all smelled so strange. There was even something different about the other wyverns. The only familiarity left to her was her rider and his companions, and none of them were present.

☓   @bornxsteward

[noetiics-blog]

    Inquisitive gaze lands upon her. He’s no memory of, well, anything aside from ammi (and he’s not sure why he remembers her, even if he’s glad that he does), but if ammi loves this woman as much as she says she does (and he thinks she does--he knows he isn’t the best at paying attention to details, sometimes, but there’s no doubt about the warmth in ammi’s voice whenever she speaks about the other), then he supposes that she’s his mother.

    That knowledge (or rather, conjecture) doesn’t do little to quell the slight feeling of unease in his stomach, and it’s with a small amount of trepidation that he draws close, resting his chin idly upon his hands as he studies her.

    “Say...mother?” He tests the word, absently noting that it doesn’t feel familiar on his tongue, but then again, what does? “Does it bother you? That I can’t remember who you are?”   

@ofthelace