#fellkings

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¡HAPPY NEW YEAR!

👑💗 ¡FELLKINGS RLZ! 💗👑

⚠️ ¡PLEASE, DON’T USE MY ART/VERSION OF THE CHARACTERS! ⚠️

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💗 Kings - WIP 💗

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💗 Kings 💗

⚠ ¡PLEASE, DON’T USE MY ART/VERSION OF THE CHARACTERS! ⚠

[edgecfdawn]

“ at some point it’s no longer about who wins or loses ”

Tri-Crescendo / Eternal Sonata // @fellkings​ // accepting

☀️ — “…I can AGREE. Wholeheartedly.” 

It has been…how many years? Five? Much of that time Byleth had spent only recovering from his injuries, laying motionless in the ebb and flow of the river as bones reconstructed, skin rethreaded, blood restored. No one discovered his body, perhaps only fate decided so, green eyes OPENING some weeks later to a world at WAR. By now, he knew the roads - he could have found his former students, could have found ANYONE if he tried. But he didn’t. Instead this was an opportunity - a means to finally, FINALLY walk on his own for a while. If he could not truly die, he would further explore the powers that allowed it, even without Sothis to guide him by word. 

And now, after so long in SOLITUDE, he is drawn to the sounds of battle, the desperate cries of soldiers, only to find a single man remaining among them. Though draped in furs and grown in build and height, the silhouette was still unmistakable. A lance bathed in blood, a hand lightly trembling. And here he stands - a professor once well known, at the edges of the trees, RADIANCE settled on his shoulders. 

“It becomes about something else, but I wonder if our answers are the SAME, Dimitiri.” Tone as even as ever, if laced with an authority now well stitched in every word. “It has been so long, I can’t assume anything anymore.” 

[batcrested]

I wuff u :*

I luff u too and all ur broken edgelord boykings

@fellkings

[mamaterasu]

gabby, you are a poet & and I am so in awe of the way you breathe life into every sentence your write. you construct your imagery with such elegance and gentleness, purpose and beauty; it's so inspiring and uplifting, I am!!!!!! eternally, a fan

i’m ???? askdffklsafakra ??? oh my goodness thank you so so so much for these beautiful words, especially from an amazing poet like yourself !  i could gush about your writing toni.

i’ve not been home for too long, i practically just got back from work so sitting down and getting this and reading it just puts a smile on my face. thank you for brightening up my day ;;-;; 💖💖💖💖

[mamaterasu]

rivers run from the base of the hillside,  undisturbed by the twist and crackle of metal who make their way down.  rivers split into streams,  streams split into babbling brooks whose laughter vibrates amongst the elder boughs in which men make their homes between  (  you will know the word of the wood before you learn of fire,  green teeth would snap and hiss   ).  disorientating mists pull inwards from the north carrying with them a scent of spring.  there is only cold until there is not.  

you are alone,  dear king,   until you are not. 

ever has she been a beacon for lost souls.  they congregate and scratch and claw at the darkness until they see the light.  one thousand cries have reached her ears and she has answered them all with a simple caress of her rays.  so when the shape of a wolf appears before him amidst ash and smoke and leaves,  the creature is silent save for the beasts biting at his own knuckles. 

                YOU HAVE HOLLOWED OUT INSIDE MY CHEST   /   @fellkings​.

[fellstrs]

@fellkings​ asked: “Would you come back to haunt me?”

      a battle worn soldier, a fallen warrior, a fallen king — the sight of him ignites dormant sentiments. emotions awakened in lieu of the bonds established five years ago; when in days of yore, his kindness and consideration of her in times of turmoil provided a warmth scarcely felt. a friendship developed beyond the professor and student arrangement once held, a stark difference between an ally for a cause and a genuine friend. upon her rise, she hadn’t anticipated seeing him riddled in anguish and anger unparalleled. there’s a sinking dreadful feeling beneath her ribs, something she can’t quite grasp, but instantly dislikes. she loathes seeing him like this…lost and despaired. there’s only one thing her mind conjures, support him.  

    ❛ dimitri…’ she trails off, roseate lips downtrodden as remorse swims within the expanse of viridescent eyes, ❛…it’s me, i’m here, i’m back,’ she speaks softly, calloused palms tentatively reach for the line of his jaw, careful and vigilant. he’s not himself, a drastic change from the light his blue eyes once displayed, his lionhearted smile gone, his sweetness diminished, his enthusiasm declined, his insatiable need to learn sunken. he is in there amidst the inner strife and she’s determined to bring him back.  

      deft palms gingerly press along his skin in hopes of reassuring, in hopes of shielding him from whatever plagues him. she’s all but obtuse, the life of a mercenary to thank. he’s endured more than he should, traumatized by unfavorable events and while she understands her condition was beyond her control…if only she had been there. if only she had remained by his side, ever the adept strategist to guide him and protect him, ❛ i’m sorry, ’ she whispers once more, ❛ i’m sorry i wasn’t there but i’m here now and i vow to you..’ she peers into his lone cerulean eye, glossed over in some kind of haze, ❛…i’ll remain by your side until the very end.’