#volkzima

[gingerhellion]

@volkzima​

“...speaking of bad diets... what have you been eating as of late?”

[somniatcr]

volkzima , felix , asked:  " you really are a half-wit, you know that? " aggravation seeps from every word as calloused hands, their protective gloves long since abandoned, give the bandage that he's tying around the other's arm a sharp, secure tug. " stop nearly getting yourself killed, understand me? " okay, maybe one more tug for good measure... just to get his point across. ( i dont even need to specify i know i don't. )

      he’s fallen silent  ( mostly ),  eyes fixated upon felix; upon his faces as he observes the wound, tends to it, deft fingers that clean and bandage. there was no need for him to and he knows it, they both know it, what with the healers who he could have gone to, who could have tended him, and yet here felix was all the same, taking care of him, caring for him  ( just as sylvain himself used to do for him when they were children ).

      it almost surprises him how gentle he is as he works  ( for the most part ),  ministrations a sharp contrast to the expression etched upon his features; a sharp furrow to his brow, a downward curl to his lips. it’s difficult to discern what lurks within his gaze whilst they remain, near unwavering upon his wound, though he imagines that at least a glimmer of ire lingers there as well.

      ‘ you make it sound like i’m trying to get myself killed. ‘  comes his own rebuttal, wincing ever so slightly as the bandage is tied, given a sharp tug  ( ah, that’s more what he’d been expecting ).  he raises his arm, slowly clenches and unclenches his hand, eyes flitting from his arm, carefully bandaged, back to felix, who stands before him, irritation, frustration, exasperation all bleeding into his words, into his face.  ‘ we’ve been through before, haven’t we? you think i’d really just up and leave you behind? ‘  there’s a grin that works its way upon his lips  ( playful, yet soft along the edges, genuine ).  ‘ i can’t go dying on you yet. ‘

[stormsiris]

Ocullus: Bruh I’ll ship but good luck getting to Felix

Me: Challenge accepted

Brail, strutting to the training grounds:

[khorosvein]

@volkzima​ said: i mean it. punch him and you'll officially be my friend.

  : 3

@helieds​

[mamas-of-fate]

@volkzima​ replied to your post:

mother…please….

She looks up from her spot, slowly standing up before hugging him. “It is as if you can sense when I simply need to see you, my dear boy.”

[azuredmoon]

⎈ : )

( first draft letters || SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING )

013. Letter from the Past 

1176 @volkzima

Dear Lix, 

It’s a great shame that you cannot come with us to visit Duscur. While I appreciate and enjoy the company of Glenn, I do think that he’s gotten a bit boring now that he’s taken up his grand post as a knight. I would much rather spend the days with you, exploring new territories like we do in the forests in Fraldarius and Fhirdiad. Except, this time, we actually set foot in a foreign land.

They say Duscur is different from Faerghus. They say they don’t worship the Goddess or are forced into joining choir practice like you and me. They say their gardens are drier but their blossoms are just as beautiful. They say their food is so hot that it practically burns the tongue.  

Is that something you’d like to explore, Lix ? Perhaps you could ask Rodrigue to come with us the following year. Father says he intends to strengthen relationships with Duscur and so visits like these would be more frequent.

Either way, I still wish you could come with us. However, father and Rodrigue promise that we will be together again in the winter. They said that we can ride our horses to the lake by your estate once it’s frozen over. Just as we did last year. So long as there aren’t anymore unfortunate accidents…( I’m still sorry that you broke your wrist last tme. Even if you say that it wasn’t my fault ) 

Take care, my dearest friend. 

Sincerely, Dima  

[halycondaze]

@volkzima | parents’ love.

♔ —  MOONLIGHT filtered through the curtains of the royal chambers,  highlighting such a serene scene.  The Emperor had risen from her bed,  her nightgown trailing behind her.  She had to untangle herself from Felix,  her beloved,  where his arms had rested over her.  The war was over,  but he still holds her as if she were soon to die,  as if the next day could bring them marching,  into an impossible force. 

     But,  she does not pull herself out of bed for some secret war.  No,  she stirs at the beginning of a cry,  from the crib at the end of the bed.  She is smiling,  peacefully,  as she scoops the newest member of their little family into her arms.  Andrei,  a little boy with dark hair,  to match his father,  who had a healthy set of lungs,  began to cry louder.  Edelgard tries to shush him,  and bounces as she sways back and forth,  ❝  Are you hungry,  my little one?  ❞  she whispers,  adoration upon her lips,  ❝  You’ll be such a hearty boy,  I know;  you’ll become everything you wish to be,  and more.  ❞

[khorosvein]

  felix and i are kinnies