#fensariru

[ignired]

sharena is sleepy, so she rests her head on laev's shoulder...

WAS IT WORTH IT FOR THIS?

unprompted

IS LIFE TRULY AS SHORT AS THEY SAY? This moment has made the night feel so long. A tired battle, worn soldiers, blunted blades, it all feels as though it happened so long ago. Time holds no meaning to one who needs only the proper sharpening stone to be renewed, but Princess Sharena is not a weapon. Her body wears, the weight of all these wars must creep into her bones. It weighs her down. So you think, you do not know these things. You do not know much of anything unless it is clear to your eyes. You think you have known the Princess  ( or rather, she has tried to know you )  long enough to make these things clear.

Something inside of you loathes the way bodies tire, it believes they are weak and useless things, that it despises persisting in your mind-- a mind that, despite much convincing otherwise, is still unfortunately human --but you are the only thing left to hold it. Even if there was someone better, something better, it is gone now. Laevatein is the flame dragon, and Laevatein is the only one who can bear that. You remain silent despite the quarrel in your mind, your eyes remain keen to her movements. They’ve slowed, bogged down by all this fighting, drowsy from the fact that it is over. What would be grateful, gleeful celebration, is instead the wish to simply wake with this war over. To sleep in a bed of her own, and wake back home, the war finally a day behind them. If life is truly as short as they say, then a mere day would feel a lifetime away.

It seems the bright sun that is the Princess of Askr must set sometimes, that she must be swayed by the night. It is nature, you understand that. Her quiet seat beside you does not bring about reason to disturb. Though the fighting is over, you still tend to your blade. This is your respite, your repose. A clean, sharp blade. That is all you need. You cannot say you are relieved this is over, you are ill suited for what happens after war. You thrive when there is fighting, when you are given orders, so you will continue to move and act as though you will be. Laevatein is a treasured relic, it must always be it’s best. So even if there is no foe to cut into, you shall sit. You shall wait. The motions of your arms as you vlean your blade follow a steady rhythm. There’s a satisfactory hum deep within you, you feel it in the very core of your being. It is only interupted when Sharena’s weight has shifted. Her head rests on your shoulder now.

First, you tense. Then you freeze completely. It is not the act that startles you. You are more surprised the Princess trusts you enough to slumber here. Not to long ago, this would’ve made for the perfect strike. Killing her now doesn’t cross your mind. She is... A friend now. She is tired. You will let her rest. You will stay still and let her rest. She deserves it, you dare claim she’s earned it. The land of the dead took a toll on her. It took a toll on everyone.

Maybe she weighs you down, or maybe you’re tired too. Maybe you’ve been tired for a long time. You think she may be weighing you down, your eyelids weren’t this heavy before. Maybe they were, and you never noticed. Do you dare ignore the ancient terror that had you so convinced you were something that had no reason to rest? Would you betray it for this?

Your eyes close. Your head rests gently against her’s. There you find your answer.

[sireneia]

@fensariru​ sent: " a hermit's tome?? um, no offense raigh, but you don't seem to fit that description, not to me at least. " her whole body tilts, catching a better glimpse at the cover. " it's certainly pretty fancy looking, is this your first time with a tome like this?? while i don't know much about magic as it is, i'm pretty interested in knowing the kinda stuff my friends are using... could you tell me about it?? "

  the first person raigh had wanted to show off his new skill to was askr's very own princess sharena. he had finally managed to cast something with the tome niime had given him, marvelling at the shower of dark matter he could create with it. so he and sharena now stand outside, him ready to show a demonstration.

but before he can, he felt the need to explain his tome first, flaunting off its title. he speaks, voice full of boyish awe,  “ that's because i didn't make it. it's written by the ‘ hermit on the mountain... ’ she's a woman you don't want to forget the name of. no one knows the darkness better than her... ”

he opens the tome, unveiling its script unlike anything else to her. there were many shamans in the order of heroes, but few wielded tomes with such rare language as this, and he wants sharena to see all of it before the grand show begins.

“ i've been spending a long time trying to decipher this, and i finally did. watch. ”

he turns away from sharena, flicking his wrist and tossing his hand up skywards as he chants extremely quietly, barely moving his lips. darkness materializes out of thin air, swirling together into a thick, gurgling, chaotic disk before he flings his arm back downwards. the dark matter all pours and crashes against the soft earth, raining in a thick pillar.

when he is done and the matter clears out, he turns back, hugging the tome tightly to his chest. his eyes alight with pride, and the biggest smile adorns his face.

“ that... if i can do that, i'm so much closer to being able to blow up a planet if i wanted to. i can finally protect those i hold dear and destroy all who oppose me. every secret in this universe is almost mine! ”

[nephils-archive]

                                                    princess run / @fensariru​

                  ❝ shaaaaaaaarena!  ❞ you wave your arms excitedly trying to get the young woman’s attention. 

[cavaliant]

@fensariru​ replied to your post “If there truly is no stigma between Beorc, Laguz, and even Branded...”

sharena hands him a folded up note that just has, written in obnoxious cursive, the word 'no' on it

[indumasname]

@fensariru​

sharena bestows upon celica..... the finest feh replica plushy known to askr..... it is even to scale!! ' anna and i worked together on this one, it was tough making sure it felt just as soft as the real deal, but i hope you find that it is! '

Celica squeezes once. Twice. Rubs her thumbs against a hopefully faux texture of the real thing... and stares.                                              What a... soft, fluffy thing that's in her hands.                     To its additional merit, it doesn’t stare back at her either. Not like......

There’s a strange urge to... place it upon her head. And a stranger confidence to be certain that it wouldn’t fall off.                                       What silly thoughts. Especially since she’s vaguely aware that The Call normally ringing in her ears isn’t responsible for this compulsion.                           Yet, it is that knowledge that allows her to follow it without further trouble. “I... don’t think the real Feh would...... appreciate my handling of her,” she replies. “It is, however...... —quite soft.” 

Celica frowns briefly. While the plush covers in her accommodated lodgings certainly had the same texture... Surely there was something she had touched before... something she once had possession of... that had the same amount of pleasant fluffiness as this?

                      Ugh. How vexing.                                                    But another recollection for another time.

“... Nonetheless, thank you— and Lady Anna both— for... this thoughtful gift,” Celica says, the light smile returning onto her face. “Perhaps you shall both receive something in return from me in the future. Hee hee...”

[nonpareiltactician]

@fensariru replied to your post:

sharena says she’s sorry…. maybe she doesn’t know

{ ooc.

this is so horrible forgive me

but gfhdkj yeah it’d make sense that she wouldn’t know-- Saias doesn’t talk about it at all unless you’re at like an A++++ support it’s okay }

[valflame]

@fensariru you waited the longest time for this after that starter call I’m so sorry smh

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                   "You’ve been coming to the library often lately.”

                   Had it not been for the fact that Sharena was the only other person in the library at that moment, it would probably have seemed like Arvis was speaking to himself more than to her. He did nothing else to acknowledge her being there; his eyes were low, cast down on the thick tome lying open on his lap in his seat at the table nearest the entryway. It was a compendium on the collective history of whatever continent house Nohr and Hoshido ( so strange, that he’d managed to get halfway through the text and yet it still had yet to be given a name ), which he found particularly fascinating. Any given nation should be expected to have splintering histories dependent on the flow of time and where fate directed people in one timeline versus the next, but only Nohr and Hoshido’s continent and Fódlan seemed to have any writing actually detailing the alternative histories they could take within Askr’s catalogues. How frustrating, that the only histories he could find of Jugdral painted him out to be a scoundrel.

                   "Is there something you are particularly looking for??”

[jasperlion]

@fensariru [ cont ]

  was i pushing myself?? i hadn’t noticed. i was too caught up, too busy. but it is nice to be met with the worries of another, even if it was over something as small as this. touched as i am though, there is plenty work i need to do. sadly, i must refuse what he asks of me.

      ‘ i can’t stop yet, i’ve got more paintings        to finish!! but… if you think i’ve got too        much on my plate… you can help me        color them in! ’

i hope that is enough to sway him from worry. i’ll be fine, i like doing things like these. cataloging every hero and drawing pictures of them to help tell their story, these are things i’m passionate about! i know there are a lot of us, and that it’s a hefty order for just one girl. but i love learning about them, i think every hero is worth their title, and i want everyone to know why.

i carefully sort the pictures i have done thus far. these laguz sure are interesting!! they’re all so lively and bright, it sure was fun to mix the colors to match them. i sift through the other pictures on the table, a few i’ve yet to finish pop out at me. i pull them out and pass them over to alm, while my free hand points to the pallete nearby.

      ‘ this one is supposed to be mordecai. his        hair is a light blue color… i started mixing        the paints for it here, but if you’re no good        at that, ranulf’s eyes need finishing, those        colors are over here! ’

                                                              . ‧͙⁺˚*･༓

She flits to and fro like a busy little bee regardless of his words, and all he can do is exhale and shake his head. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t have done the same — which is, perhaps, why he tried to suggest it in the first place.

Alas, sometimes one simply could not deter others from their task, but to be offered to help color in some of these (admittedly very cute) drawings was unexpected, to say the least. “Me?” The incredulous tone is clear in his voice, although there is no offense to accompany it. 

He looks at the pictures that need more paint, deciding to simply take that leap forward and see if it works out. Might as well help make the task less heavy if he was mouthing off when things needed to be done (the necessity of said task he would not question). “Well... alright. Maybe if we get these all done you’ll take that break sooner.”

He could recognize Mordecai before he was pointed out, although he had yet to see Ranulf himself, so he looked a little closer at the picture of him to maybe get a better idea of his looks. Another Laguz... a lot of them were showing up lately! Maybe he would befriend this Ranulf too.

“What color are Ranulf’s eyes?” he asks instead, shifting the pictures and some of the paints to have more room. Well, he has a lot more experience in trying to paint landscapes (amateurly, of course), but filling in colors should be easy enough! Removing his gauntlets and vambraces off his arms, then rolling up the sleeves of his gambeson, Alm takes the pallete in his right hand and the brush that already had some paint, eyeing the color that was already there. Hm... Mordecai’s hair was a lighter shade of blue still. Maybe some more white...

“I haven’t used paints in a while, but I’ll do my best!”