#heartblom

[fomorias]

❝ it looms over my shoulder in the waking world, ever present, reminding me of my difference. ❞

prompt. acc. @heartblom

     ❝  i’m  sorry.  ❞   seteth  knows  he’s  said  this  before.   still—   he  cannot  help  feeling  RESPONSIBLE.   the  crest  can’t  come  out.   had  he  paid  closer  attention  to—   no,   that’s  far  in  the  past  now.   what’s  done  is  done.   seteth  has  dealt  with  GRIEF  that  spans  LONGER  than  a  human  LIVES,   he  knows  it  like  the  back  of  his  own  hand.

     but  he  also  knows  that  with  grief  comes  skills  to  cope  with  it.  to  accept  it.   ❝  it  will  never  go  away,   and  i  know  it  is  hard  right  now  but  it  will  become  EASIER.   that  i  can  promise  you.  ❞

[emperorcrest-blog]

heartblom replied to your post: faerghus’ wolf….. blade wolf………….. wolf……………………..

a… awoo?

awoo.

[emperorcrest-blog]

heartblom replied to your post:   “sylvain has no rights. we knew this already.”

you don’t have rights either

  “what use are rights on the battlefield? keep them.”

[emperorcrest-blog]

  “sylvain has no rights. we knew this already.”

[deathcrest-blog]

“ i think that you might like it here. ”

     surena  had  always  been  the  most  nurturing  of  his  childhood  friends ,  so  it’s  no  surprise  that  he  noticed  that  sylvain  had  been  getting  anxious  and  itchy  from  being  in  the  monastery  too  much .  slightly  more  surprising ,  however ,  was  that  he’d  somehow  found  a  place  away  from  the  noise  of  those  who  followed  the  teachings  of  the  church .  (  not  that  sylvain  thought  that  every  inch  of  the  monastery  had  swarms  of  people  praying ,  or  praising  crests ,  or  whatever  —  he  just  hadn’t  had  time  to  explore ,  to  find  somewhere  close  by  that  he  could  feel  comfortable .  )  (  of  course ,  some  of  that  may  be  due  to  his  frequent  forays  into  town  to  pick  up  ladies ,  but …  well ,  that’s  his  business .  )  so  he  looks  around  the  small  garden ,  takes  in  the  height  of  the  shrubs  that  block  even  the  top  of  his  head  from  sight ,  and  then  glances  back  at  surena ,  smiling .    ❝  i  think  you’re  right ,  actually .  this  place  is  pretty  perfect  —  thank  you .  ❞    he  doesn’t  know  how  many  others  are  aware  of  this  tiny  garden’s  existence ,  but  in  the  moment ,  it  feels  like  a  secret  that  only  the  two  of  them  share .  

[emperorcrest-blog]

stop being cursed. please. please im begging y

[juryokv-blog]

puts surena in fantasy au     /     @heartblom

          ❛     surena-kun   -   you’ll never believe the type of being i encountered   !     ❜     exhilaration seeps through tone,   presence animated and buzzing in such a way that weak body could be forgotten as he pulls eagerly at his childhood companion’s hand.   eichi hasn’t felt such intensity since the crown was set upon his head.   days have been filled with travels since coronation,   the newly king busy with greetings to surrounding lands,   yet he never imagined superficial duties would bring him   . .   this   !     ❛     and keito said he was only a myth.   fufuf   ♪   the look on his face when proved wrong is always delightful.   ahh   . .   i’m in a state of shock myself.   this sorcerer showed me such wonderful magics and illusions and spun tales of a demon and a god                     a god   !   i was so enthralled   !     ❜     hand at surena’s recoils to run through hair instead as eichi turns on heel,   the pounding of his heart has yet to relent.     ❛     hibiki wataru   . .   how amazing   !   that’s what he said.   should i invite him here as my guest   ?   keito would be so disapproving.   fufufu.     ❜

[aiyic]

“ it didn’t take long for me to figure out i was an easy target ”

poetry starters / accepting.

 targets - you shoot them in your spare time. practice makes perfect, after all. and you heard the stories of fuuka, before you arrived, sad stories. you think if you cared more, you might be a target at school, too. you, however, do not. it’s not strength. it’s a lack of knowledge. you’re not really too proud of it. but that doesn’t mean you don’t have empathy.

 you focus on pulling your mouth into a smile, work on it, and try to make your eyes as nice and soft as possible. the concept of it is a little strange, but you’re getting better at it. 

  “well,” you start, then tilt your head slightly. “i’ll protect you, then, surena-san. you are one of us, after all.” shadows - classmates - it’s all the same. you are a shield, and you’ll protect your teammates until the end.