somber sorrows.

thoughts of an absent friend alfonse of fire emblem: heroes written by amy.

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Heya, pals… I’m hereby putting this blog on hiatus since I had. 8. blogs. So I’ve cut them in half… Celica, Marth, Owain, and Alfonse will be put on a hiatus, 

but you can find me on todoroki, urie, shigure, or gerome !

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(clinks spoon)

same spoon?

            same spoon!

[untamedunwanted]

Perhaps in a different time I would have named us hope. Perhaps in a different universe we would not meet so battleworn And I would call us forgiveness, and not remember us as war.

Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)

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✩ ˖ ˚ . voidsung.

             ` — Prince Alfonse … ah, yes. ` She is quick to glance over her shoulder, surprise quelled not moments after it is born on her features, and she addresses him with a nod. It had been made evident to her, much to her dismay, that it was not quite so easy to find a moment of solitude when allied with an army of so many. It is not necessarily … unwelcome, per se — the heroes of this realm, or those she has had the privilege of speaking with, are all as agreeable as is befitting of the title of “hero”. Still, there are nights when one need be left alone with their ruminations — it would seem, however, if one were to look closely at the young prince, that this time this was what both parties sought. She spares no hesitance in voicing this observation, as she was wont to do–

             ` You look troubled. What brings you out at this hour? `

                          ( Perhaps the same could be said of herself. )

                                   TICKING TIME FOLLOWS SECONDS TO THE MINUTE, UNYIELDING, STEADFAST. a constant construction & deconstruction that stops at nothing -- it’s restless in these hours of crushed hopes for solitude. there is a certain chill that threatens his teeth to chatter, despite the fact that he feels no discomfort. he can hear the flapping of his cape in the wind, like battle flags held by soldiers atop a horse, galloping with some unfound determination. gloved fingers fold together & he can feel the wrinkles pull the fabric from his slightly sweaty palms. hands behind his back, he stares into obsidian alight with hope.

there is a lighthearted smile that he forces at his lips.

                                                                 ❝   mm. i could ask you the same. 

                                --        i suppose i just wanted to find myself somewhere quiet.  ❞

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @fonspar.

                                                                  ❝   you don’t suppose . . .    ❞

                                     SOMETHING DAMNING HALTS HIS WORDS, the river to hell collapses ( his own thoughts ). he sighs a sigh nothing dreamy, nothing lost in thought, but something of contempt. a frustration, an obvious vexation toys at his brows, the curve of his lips. there is some unspoken thought that is pressed into the darkest corners of his mind, alone, to be forgotten, to be left behind & never thought of again. how hypocritical he can be sometimes.

                               ❝   -- no.   it’s nothing.   sharena . . . do you have a moment ?    ❞

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✩ ˖ ˚ .  @voidsung.

                                   STRENGTH DWINDLES WITH THE TIDES OF LONGING. there is some missing piece of his soul that rests within the hearts of the lost & he knows this feeling well -- no longer does he shake its hand of welcoming. waves shift in whispers, a silence that follows every ‘ fizz ‘ of bubbles that collapse along the lake-shore. he thinks he’s alone... for awhile, that is. perhaps she thought she was alone too when his gaze happened upon a white skirt, free-flowing in the wind. she’s humming softly... she becomes more audible with every step he takes. a brief introduction, somewhat nervous still,

                                            ❝   a--ahem... i didn’t expect to see you out here. 

                                                                                                           --  are you alone ?    ❞

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @magebrand.

                                             ❝   you’re very honest, soren. almost brutally so.    ❞

                                 HOW HIS FINGERS FEEL FOREIGN AGAINST HIS OWN SKIN, the light trace of his hands upon his forearms -- some strange relaxation technique, a familiar feeling to a touch that supplies no comfort. he doesn’t notice he’s doing it. perhaps he’s nervous, even despite the absence of tightness in his chest. he speaks with honesty, as well. a brief analysis for a strategist of many unsaid qualities. 

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @dicyde.

                                                                         ❝   i see.    ❞

                                 FATE FLOWS LIKE RIVERS OF RUSHING WATER & his fingertips drip as he presses the bag of herbs into the side of his cup. the tea is lukewarm at this point, brewed & left to sit. there’s a thoughtful expression that becomes his face as one leg is folded over the other, a casually dressed table placed between the two. kamui sits across from him, & alfonse pushes his fringe from his eye only for it to fall right back from before he’d altered it. there’s a deep contemplation that permeates through his tone, an unsated curiosity left to invasive questions & a prayer that he is not stepping into unholy fires.

                              ❝   to ask someone to make such a decision is almost cruel. 

                                                                                      tell me, why was it necessary ?   ❞

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @withbloom.

                              O’ MIGHTY THIEF WHO CARRIES HIS WEIGHT in riches & gold ; he’s off with their treasure -- her treasure. a special memento perhaps, a prized possession even, or only a material of baseless value. it’s not what the thief has stolen, but the act that they’ve committed. if it were gold they needed, then, truly, ... no. he mustn’t dwell on what could have been. a lesson learned, driven into his brain upon years aging. he can still hear his father’s voice sound through his ears. 

here, he has witnessed an act, a crime, that has left a stranger at a loss & another in some unfair gain. something in him restrains him & he must fight it in order to stand for the justice of his beliefs, the justice of what he’s been taught, & the rightness of the people. he knows this is what his sister would have wanted, would have done, were she here with him.

                                                          ❝   we cannot allow him an escape.   ❞

[untamedunwanted]

One of the most lonely and haunted feelings in the world is when you reach for someone. Someone who once truly loved you and you thought would always be there. And your fingers close around empty space because you pushed them away. You are left with the flavour of loss sitting at the back of your throat. And you have no one to blame but yourself.

Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)

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[mocimori]

The new FE hype got to me

[kishidanchou]

fe hype intensifies