@theirpiety asked : “ it’s so . . . quiet now . . . the sound of battle . . . seems so far away . ”
& so the war that raged on for years would cease . the bloodshed , the misery , the cynicism that painted tired eyes & heavy arms held the people of fodlan down no longer . their cheers sang to the heavens , the herald of a new age that will not be built on the backs of innocents nor rivers of blood . time was something to pass them as they slowly but surely began to acclimate & weapons could be laid down in favor of peace .
death did not claim jeralt . there are no whispered prayers or clenched fists . no requiem to be sung to stone as tears serve a companion for aching weeks . there is no beckoning light nor sad toll of the bell . death did not claim byleth . for that , he finds himself thankful each & every day that she returned to him . to the monastery he had been so wary of . that he can wish her a soft good night / good morning / wake up , sleepyhead . they can make up for lost time .
as she whispers these words to the setting sun , he cannot help but think to this ; the path that leads to where they stand now . an arm wraps around her shoulders , squeezing gently as he looks on quietly . he wonders if she’s above , watching them even now .
are you proud of her ? see how our daughter has grown ?
❛ yeah . gotta say it’s weird , but . . . ❜ words fade but return anew with warmth . contentment , he could perhaps say . yes , that sounds right . look to her & then to the sky once more . ❛ i don’t think i’ll miss it . not now or ever . ❜
odin’s sphere