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[of-invisible-ties]

@heartrecruit ;; Gunivere

“So, that insipid summoner did not lie. You have come, my sister.”

It didn’t matter that Gunivere had only recently entered this world. Zephiel sought words with her, and he would have them. He wanted to liberate this world from the mad grasp of humans, and he knew full well that his sister, who witnessed the atrocities that plagued his childhood, would understand that wish. If there was one thing she could do for him here, it was answering the question that haunted him since he’d started his cause. 

“Now that we stand on the same side ... answer me this. Why did you take the Fire Emblem and run from me? Had you not betrayed me, I would’ve allotted you the freed world.”

[yumispelled]

heartrecruit replied to your post: {THALIA} —- “Calling my cousins! I’ll fight you!...

carina vc assuming you can even hit perseus and i to begin with :3c

{THALIA} ---- “PREPARE YOURSELF, WORM!”

She has her lance and she’s already on her horse. Thalia’s not messing around.

[valorinclined]

alfonse: hey, odette

odette, after having lived in embla for a while: yeah? fuck?

alfonse: whoa! language!

odette: i'm rude now >:3c

[thelodestar-a]

"marth, if you stay in here much longer your hand's going to cramp up! come on, let's get lunch. your paperwork won't be going anywhere!" ( from caeda with love ♡ )

“No, I... I have to finish this.” But after he blinked, he saw the letters and numbers dancing and swimming on the paper. ...ink was definitely not supposed to do that, so unless Merric was experimenting with some weird new magic, it was his tired mind that was causing it. He put thumb and index finger to his eyes, rubbing briefly, before sighing and turning to the beautiful woman tugging on his quill arm.

“Alright, alright, you win, dear.” He stood up, closing his ink pot but leaving his quill where he had dropped it. “How’s a man supposed to work himself to death with a woman like you watching over him?” Unable to resist the urge, he bent down the tiniest bit to kiss her on the forehead. “Did you have plans for lunch, or would you rather just take it in the castle?”

[tempestried]

“ one day you’ll understand ” we all know i'm gonna end up doing it, so mila @ duma >:3c

MEME. | ACCEPTING

duma said nothing, giving no indication that he’d heard his sister beyond a grunt. he didn’t turn back to look at her, and merely continued walking away from her, her kingdom and her people, back to his own. he kept walking well into the night- it would take him far longer to reach his home this way, but long walk helped him sort through his thoughts. 

that both dragons and humans grew stronger through hardships had always been at the core of duma’s beliefs. this will make me stronger, he had thought as naga’s claws tore through his wings. this will make me stronger, he had thought, traveling over what felt like an endless ocean.

this will make me stronger, he had thought, saying goodbye to his sister for the last time.

and yet, he had to ask...was he any stronger for it all? losing his place at naga’s side, being banished from his home, feuding with sister until they agreed to leave each other alone entirely - was he stronger?

he wasn’t sure. he mostly just felt alone. 

‘one day you’ll understand.’

“i hope i do,” duma murmured to the stars. “if one of us must fail in the end, then let it be me.”

[unwaveriinghearts-a]

heartrecruit replied to your post ““Come if you must. None will harm Queen Hel.””

wrong blog but screaming hibiki noises

Hng! Two hands came up to his temples and he doubled over, clutching his head. What magic was this? The mask made it hard to see, but surely this was just a boy? The magic he bore felt odd. Not of this world. Unnatural.

But that was not his concern. Did it interact with his own being to drown him in such agony? He couldn’t move. Removing his hands from his temples seemed unthinkable. He couldn’t even think about the fact he was a sitting duck. The boy could kill him right now, but all he could think of was this pain...

[yumispelled]

"it's not often i see you in here, prince alfonse." golden eyes roam over alfonse, your lips curving downwards in concern as you set aside some papers and bow your head in respect. he doesn't seem injured.. perhaps he's ill? or perhaps he's taken up a sudden interest in healing? you highly doubt the latter, so you decide to cut to the chase. "to what do i owe the pleasant surprise? are you unwell?" ( rúni, pre-book iii? :3c )

{ @heartrecruit }

He’s been feeling ill and unwell the entire day. Of course Alfonse was stubborn and tried to work through it, but it was while sparring with Berkut that he had collapsed without the prince even doing anything and the Summoner decided to send him to see Runi. Especially after they checked his forehead for a fever and found he was burning up.

{ALFONSE} ---- “I... Yes I’m unwell. Fever and all.”

He sounded weak, and while he was using his blade to keep himself steady, there was a ever so slight sway to him.

[draconicthorns]

heartrecruit replied to your post: “Does anybody else get sad all the time when their...

Celi in the distance: the quiet is kind of nice, sometimes, actually-

“My Celi hates me senses are tingling-”