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OOC: resignation
Hello everyone at FERP! I’ve been a member since 2014, so some of you might know me, though I know my activity has been scarce as of late... I’ve debated this for some time now, and it pains me to leave an RP group so close to my heart, and one that I’ve made so many good friends through, but I’ve just not had the time to be as active here as I would like. Between college and work, I find that I feel rushed to post near the activity deadlines, and scrambling for something to reply to in order to keep myself active, and many of the muses who built very strong relationships with Henry have already dropped, and the idea of starting new and fresh after so many years is a little too grand a task for me at this time.
I love FERP a lot and everyone who plays here. You’re all so creative and wonderful, and have changed characters in my eyes for the better, but I think it’s only fair that I give someone more active a chance at playing a character as fun as this one.
To anyone that wants to stay in contact, my main tumblr is Dimentio and my Twitter is SalvagedSouI (with a capital i, not an l)
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“Neither have I,” Henry cooed breathlessly in response, his eyes glassy, as if he were reliving the memory of the blaze before he came back to the present and smiled warmly at his lover. “I’ve seen my share of fires, too.” He added, sitting up more as he’d sunk down into himself from the sheer comfort of their lazy afternoon. “Did you know? I think that’s when I began to fall for you.” The Plegian chuckled, amused and bashful all at once over his confession.
Henry shifted, nuzzling Robin under the chin now. “You know they’ll think it was my idea if we go around burning things.” He didn’t seem upset though, not as he gently stroked Robin’s hand with his own thumb, happy to be touching them anywhere at all. “Still kind of tempting~”
🍨 “Do you know what these waves remind me of?” Henry asked, after a long pause of just sitting with his partner and enjoying the feel of the seabreeze on their skin, and sand on their feet. “That time you ruined half that fleet of ships in a fiery inferno—” He answered his own rhetorical question, utter adoration visible in his expression and tone. “That Valmese commander never saw it coming.”
Southern Hemisphere: Summer|| 🍨 Day out at the beach
Robin turned to look at Henry at the question. They hadn’t said much, watching the waves of the water as they sat comfortably together. It was peaceful in a way that Robin was glad for. They had reached out, placing their hand over one of Henry’s, ‘hmm-ing’ at the question a second before Henry replied.
A smile appeared on their face followed by laughter. They looked back out at the waves remembering that time as well. It was one of Robin’s greatest accomplishments. They leaned against Henry’s shoulder.
“It was impressive. I’ve never seen something go up in flames as fast or as large as that moment. I’m glad it worked. Although, it’s definitely quieter now. No ships to set on fire today.” Robin hummed softly before speaking again. “Although, I am sure if either of us are inclined there might be something to set on fire.”
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The formerly-novel experience of being in the summer sun quickly wore thin on Sara, especially after she’d managed to get a sunburn after a particularly grueling trek some time ago (right on her forehead and cheeks, and it was all the others could do to keep her from scarring herself picking at it; oh, anyone competent with a staff could have cleared it right up, but it was minor, and the army needed to conserve every bit of potency the staves possessed, for the life-or-death kinds of things). How awful the sun was, to lie with that cheery and bright face, that those same rays that fueled life could be injurious in turn!
And so, once she was given the option more or less, Sara took to holing herself back up during the summer, at least during the day, and took to enjoying evening walks, as the sun was setting. It was certainly still hot–she still, to this day, had trouble sleeping during the summer–but she was never one who was bothered by bugs (she’d noticed long ago that bugs didn’t seem to care for her much anyway comparatively–and if she were bit, she was more than capable of soothing the irritation), and Sara had yet to tire of watching the transition of animals that favored the day dwindle, and make way for the nocturnal animals. It was… peaceful and calming, and Sara never failed to let Leif know how much she appreciated his securing her such a comfortable and serene life, even if she had an odd way of expressing such (while he expressed gratitude for the owl pellets she gave him last they saw each other, she could tell he was less than enthused, and she made a mental note to avoid such things in the future).
It was lonely to be sure, but there was always something to do, and the forests were interesting enough that Sara was never bored, and things rarely felt like a chore; and she was in walking distance from a small settlement to the north, if about a two-hour walk. Which is why Sara wasn’t terribly surprised when she saw someone approaching her as she took her evening stroll that night.
With how close the nearest town had been to where the mage was wandering now, Henry wouldn’t have thought much of hearing some approaching footsteps if it weren’t for the source of said footfalls belonging to what appeared to be a very young looking woman. Little did he know how similar the both of them truly were in regard to their night-wandering habit; despite being Plegian, Henry had always been bad with the sun.
“Hello,” He bids, strangely cautious compared to his usual upbeat nature, but no less pleasant than usual. Perhaps all of the warnings to watch himself more carefully were starting to sink in now that he’d found someplace to belong. “I’m afraid there are wolves in the direction you’re headed.” Specifically, he meant, where he had been coming from. “You’d be wise to turn another way.” Though there was no force to his words, nor did there seem to be much urgency. The pale haired man had nary a scrape or scratch on him.
“Or don’t.” Humming thoughtfully, the robed man stopped in his tracks, assessing the stranger. “Wolves have to eat too... are you lost?”
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Humming slightly as they walked, Emmeryn nodded. “Yes, he is quite weird, my brother.” With the tone of someone imparting a dear secret, Emmeryn leaned to Henry’s side and whispered, “He doesn’t always remember to peel his fruits.” And well, some of those fruits didn’t need to be peeled, like grapes and apples, but she had heard about his orange problem.
Oh, if only she had seen that for herself. Oh, she never would have let him live it down.
“The King’s army?” Emmeryn asked, “You really must be a great and scary mage. The King’s army only takes the best,” she said knowingly. “You must practice a lot, huh?
Where Henry was from fruits were most often limited to things like dates, figs or melons, but he’d been lucky enough to have tried stolen imported foods—peaches and dried fruits were among his favorite, but Chrom wasn’t the only person who’d bitten into something undesirable on accident before. “Ew.” He whispered, grimacing at the vivid memory of a banana peel; vile… he swore he’d never eat one again. So her brother stole jobs and ate peels, huh? Henry wasn’t exactly looking forward to meeting this person.
“Every day!” He told her, suddenly perking up, his small voice swelling with pride as he squeezed her hand. It wasn’t something he had told anyone before, but he was quite proud of the fact that for an urchin, he was literate enough to read from tomes. His heart was suddenly hammering, starved for Emmeryn’s compliments. “D-do you really think it’s great?”
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Meet my muse as a child meme || Age: 9
It was a wonder how he had gotten away with stealing in the first place with how obviously the boy went about ‘hiding’ something behind his back the moment he’d heard adult-sized footsteps approaching. Clearly a deeply inexperienced thief, the Plegian boy was the picture of guilt, an appropriated sack of food plainly visible from behind his gangly and undernourished frame.
“Father isn’t home right now,” He begins to explain shiftily in a foreign tongue, swiping his arm across his mouth to dispose of any crumb-like evidence. “So if you need any smithing—” Henry paused in his feigned nonchalance once he’d finally dared a glance up at the stranger. Normally, to look an adult in the eye was seen as disrespect, but once he’d caught sight of her, it was difficult to tear his gaze away. Her clothes looked unfathomably expensive, and she possessed the kind of beauty he only thought possible to capture in artwork. He almost felt unworthy to behold her, with his own tattered clothes too large, and his normally silver hair yellowed from being unwashed. It wasn’t until he noticed the mark on her forehead that he actually gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“That-” pointing, Henry’s eyes widened. “That’s blasphemy!” He warns, his voice a harsh whisper. Suddenly wary, he circled the stranger, his legs in an awkward half bent position more reminiscent of an animal than a young boy.
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Coming from any other person, Chrom might have taken offense to that. But in this room with the calming aura, it easily washed over his back. Although Henry’s comment was crass, Chrom was becoming accustomed to the Mage’s dark banter, and admittedly, he wasn’t really wrong either.
“It’s a good thing Robin is good at his job then isn’t it?” He says rather flippantly, noticing then Henry’s own embarrassment. “Ah-…”
Although Chrom had tried to grow these past years from his instilled biases, the clashing cultures could still be a sticking point; and for more than just him. Plegia and Ylisse had an age old animosity. That wasn’t so easily shaken.
“I think… it’s understandable… and I felt much the same for a long while.” Even discovering Robin’s heritage took some working through, but he was finding more and more reason for betterment. It was a natural thing to have prejudices, considering both their upbringings, but Chrom still felt a touch ashamed.
“Getting to know you has helped though. I think that’s all anyone ever needs…” Why were these words coming so easily now? They were typically locked tight and tucked away.
Chrom looked back to the door. He was in no rush to leave.
He took a seat on the nearby bench and gestured beside himself. “and now’s a perfect opportunity?”
It was as if watching Chrom make himself comfortable had erased the urgency of finding out what type of magic was affecting the room from his mind completely.
“I guess,” The dark mage murmured in assent. A small smile was affixed on his face as he slid down to sit on the bench, reflexively moving his cape to keep from sitting on it and strangling himself. “though I’d much rather get to know you.” It wasn’t as if he were unable to talk, Henry was certainly good at babbling on, and he was plenty friendly enough to do so; however, the Ylissean noble who had seemed pure and shining, and had willingly accepted him as a wolf among the Shepherds, was far more fascinating to him.
Laughter bubbled up from inside him as the two of them looked at one another. Henry couldn’t help but stare a little, his mind racing with a hundred questions for him, and about the situation the two of them had been gracefully dancing around for some time now.
“You have really pretty eyes,” The Plegian admitted suddenly. He laughed again, this time nervously. “Do you ever wish that Robin didn’t love me?” Henry looked taken aback by his own question, and grinned so hard that it ached. “…I can erase your memory of this later.” Whether it was a threat or an offer, Henry wasn’t exactly sure himself.
💜 The mage hummed, gnawing idly at his lower lip. His gaze hadn't lifted from the ground since he'd entered the strange room, the very aura of the place seeming to distract him.
He could hardly see through all the blasted steam in this place. Even if he could, it was almost hypnotic in it’s tranquility. Chrom was somehow content to idly wander about the area, until a door practically slammed behind him.
Strange, and yet- was that- “Henry?”
On the other side of the room was the Mage. What very little anxiety chewed at him dissolved to at least see a familiar face.
“You’re here too.” He says pleasantly.
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The idea of Chrom being a bully took her aback. Her brother? Chrom didn’t have the grit in him, to be mean to family. “No, Chrom’s a good boy.” Emmeryn insisted, after a moment. “And I’m sure it does, I believe you.” Smiling kindly, Emmeryn reached slowly for Henry’s hand, wrapped as it was in his sleeve.
“I’m sure you’ll frighten him terribly,” She teased, wanting nothing more than to pick the child up and carry him back.
“He might even enjoy it.” Emmeryn mused, squeezing Henry’s hand gently.
The sleeve acting as a barrier between their hands served as enough of a shield for the boy to feel comfortable, and Henry weakly clutched onto her when she reached for him. Even at his young age, he found all of the Grimleal scare tactics to be little more than empty talk, but there was something comforting about not directly touching someone who was walking around with blasphemous markings on their face. He fumbled a bit, having never held hands with another person before, but he’d seen the action enough to understand it, and he picked up his speed to keep up with her longer stride.
“He sounds weird.” Henry huffed, mildly insulted that his threats could be perceived as enjoyable in any way. “Being scared isn’t fun. I’m a scary mage.” A self taught mage but a mage nonetheless! He knew a lot for someone who’d only had some outdated books and a wolves den to hang out in.
“One day I’ll be in the King’s army.” He boasted, becoming more confident as the both of them walked.
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Meet my muse as a child meme || Age: 9
It was a wonder how he had gotten away with stealing in the first place with how obviously the boy went about ‘hiding’ something behind his back the moment he’d heard adult-sized footsteps approaching. Clearly a deeply inexperienced thief, the Plegian boy was the picture of guilt, an appropriated sack of food plainly visible from behind his gangly and undernourished frame.
“Father isn’t home right now,” He begins to explain shiftily in a foreign tongue, swiping his arm across his mouth to dispose of any crumb-like evidence. “So if you need any smithing—” Henry paused in his feigned nonchalance once he’d finally dared a glance up at the stranger. Normally, to look an adult in the eye was seen as disrespect, but once he’d caught sight of her, it was difficult to tear his gaze away. Her clothes looked unfathomably expensive, and she possessed the kind of beauty he only thought possible to capture in artwork. He almost felt unworthy to behold her, with his own tattered clothes too large, and his normally silver hair yellowed from being unwashed. It wasn’t until he noticed the mark on her forehead that he actually gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“That-” pointing, Henry’s eyes widened. “That’s blasphemy!” He warns, his voice a harsh whisper. Suddenly wary, he circled the stranger, his legs in an awkward half bent position more reminiscent of an animal than a young boy.
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A very small teeny tiny Xmas gift for @cursedbybirth and @sapphiresovereign because I have no self control
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Henry looked at her for a long moment before laughing, genuinely. “We’ll get you a sense of humor, yet.” He murmured, warm adoration lacing his words as he gathered up a another clump of snow.
“Owain isn’t in here, he couldn’t sit still that long even if he tried. Besides, it’s not like I want him to die of hypothermia.” Henry spaced out for a moment, his eyes rather glassy. “Though, that’s not really a bad way to go, is it? It’s not as painful and wretched as you’d think because all of your nerves get too cold to really work a-” He stopped himself. Another time.
“Just a little wordplay, see, I’m making a snowman for your aunt~! I’ve never made a snowman before either, but I think it’s starting to look pretty okay.” The snowman’s left arm began to sag a little more as he clumsily removed one of his mittens, offering it to her wordlessly.
🎶 “Hey, Lucina!” Henry crowed from a distance, beckoning her over toward him with one bemittened hand. By his side was a massive, barrel shaped lump of snow. “Have you ever made a snowman?” The Plegian asked, adding another layer of snow to the side of his creation, deforming it further. “I’m making a sn-owain.” Henry explained, beaming proudly.
“Have I ever made a snowman?” Lucina blinks and is quite for a moment. She cant recall ever actually making a snowman. Granted with how her childhood had went she could have and than just forgotten about the experience.
“Wait you said owain? Why are you trying to make him as a snowman.. that isn’t my cousin In there is it?” She looks at Henry a little worried that Owain was indeed in the snowman.
#ferpxwinter#I know you're not able to reply but I wanted to post back to you! GL with everything!!#nagaswarrior
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Henry tittered. He was used to Plegians and Ylisseans alike approaching him with trepidation, after all not only his clothing but his reputation gave them plenty of reason, but seeing such a stoic-looking foreigner approach him with even a hint of caution was almost flattering.
“It’s a really nice purse.” He compliments, swaying on his feet. He’d kind of wished he’d looked inside before just giving it back, but it would have been too weird to do at this point, probably. He handed it over, “I bet you would have been pretty sad without it.” The way he trailed his words might have made one assume that Henry was trying to get at something here, a reward, or some sort of royal favor, but it truly was his lack of ability to hold a flowing conversation at work.
Unable to help it, he finally asked, “Are you a King?”
💡 The first thing he’d noticed was how tall the retreating man was, before his gaze fell upon a leather bag just sitting on the ground, the straps haphazardly cut. Instinctively, He snatched it up as though it hadn’t been years since he’d lived as a street urchin, except this time he didn’t have the urge to keep it, not when he made a stipend like he did. "Hey!" Sticking his fingers into his mouth, the dark mage whistled at the stranger's back. "You, with the tiara! Big guy!"
Big guy? Xander finally turned at that, only to catch sight of a familiar leather pouch. He reached for the spot on his hip where he kept it, only to find the sliced remains of cording. But no cutpurse would call attention to themselves this way, would they? He approached, a little wary, and reached for the pouch.
“Thank you,” he said. “It was thoughtful of you to notice.”
#ferpxwinter#if you don't want to continue this thread thats okay with me! I was just looking for a reason to bug your muse#nohrparagon
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His face immediately messed at that. He was pretty transparent in that regard, wasn’t he? He never did follow schedules well, and important dates were often lost among all the other things occupying Chrom’s mind.
He’d been trying to be better about that in recent years. Keep those important to him in mind.
Invest in a calendar maybe
Still, he was caught red handed. He had heard of the date in passing, and now rubbed at the back of his neck. “Haha… you got me, I was reminded. Still, I’m glad you like it.”
The wrap job, he didn’t mind being obvious. Finesse, also wasn’t among his talents or strengths.
“I did. Pretty good job, huh?”
Henry smiled warmly, watching Chrom's sheepish display. “Don't worry, I have no idea when your birthday is.” He admitted without even a hint of shame in his tone. “I'd just ask Robin too!" He realized he should probably get to it sooner than later.
“Well, it looks like something out of a book.” he laughed, but it was unusual for the dark mage not to be—making it hard to tell if the comment was a compliment or not. The present was wrapped almost cartoonishly, and was certainly adorable. Unable to wait any further, he pulled the bow apart and tore off the paper. His eyebrows shot upwards briefly- wow, now THIS was a gift! Such a powerful tome, but he supposed that was what having the buying power of a halidom got you. Did the taxpayers of Ylisse know? He began to laugh again as a particular thought struck him.
“Did you buy this yourself?!" he asked, trying to imagine the crown prince shopping for dark magic and then paying for it. What a sight indeed. “Did you make Frederick do it?” He whispered scandalously, leaning in close.
"Henry," He announces, gingerly placing a wrapped parcel in the mage's hands. "I uh, wasn't sure what to get you?" Even with their growing bond, he wasn't sure what sort of gift would be best. He decidedly got something that would at least be useful; a dark magic tome, supposedly potent. "I'm told it's rare." He stands up straight and hopes it's a nice enough gift. "Happy birthday."
Henry turned toward the sound of his name, a smile spreading across his face as the parcel was placed in his hands. Despite his lineage, Chrom remained ever humble about these sorts of things.
Henry peered down at the wrapped gift, the size and weight familiar enough for the dark mage to know just what it was before he’d even opened it. A useful gift from any person, but it meant more than he could express coming from their leader. “Ahaha, you remembered! Or maybe Robin told you, hmm…” He couldn’t help but tease the monarch a little. Truthfully, either way he was as happy as could be, it meant he was on someone’s mind.
“Thank you,” He sighed happily, the tome crinkling against his chest as he hugged it. “I love it! Or, well, I’m sure that I will… Did you wrap it yourself?”
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Northern Hemisphere: winter
🌧️ Snowball fight!
🎶Build a snowman.
☕️ Stay inside with a hot drink (specify)
🍪 Share cookies or other treats
🛡️ Pillow fort
🎁 Gift-giving
❄️ Snowed in
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A walk…That didn’t sit too well with her. Children shouldn’t be left alone, outside, for anyone or anything to find them. “That’s not your fault.” Emmeryn insisted, thinking. Thinking about urchin children and deplorable guardians and empty rooms in the exalt’s family wing.
“Oh, me?” Startled from her thoughts. “I’ve gone for a walk too,” She said after a moment. “My brother took my job,” Emmeryn explained, “so I get bored, sometimes. And I go walking, when the evenings are nice.”
There was no easy way to offer what she intended, so she said it bluntly, without the usual softness that a more roundabout way of speaking would have given her words. “Do you want to come home with me? We’ll feed you, and you could have a bath, and a safe place to sleep?”
This had made the young boy’s nose crinkle, almost disbelieving what he’d just heard. Henry had no siblings of his own, but he’d known some of the village children who did. “Is your brother a bully?” A small titter escaped from the child, who had seemingly forgotten about his bag of appropriated goods. “I could scare him, maybe he’d give it back!” Deflating a little, he realized how childish it must have come off to someone so very mature looking. “Sometimes it works.” Henry defended, weakly.
Emmeryn’s offer had caught him by utter surprise, and for a moment he couldn’t remember how to even speak. The few life lessons he’d been given about not just trusting strangers held up pitifully to his desire to continue to stay near someone who actually wanted him to be there. No matter how good the animals had been to him, no matter how much he thought about running away and staying with them forever, the young boy had never been able to give up the small desire for human acceptance.
“Uh... I’ll go with you...” Suddenly he found his hand wrapped anxiously in the fabric of his sleeve. “I might stay, just a little —to scare your brother.”
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Meet my muse as a child meme || Age: 9
It was a wonder how he had gotten away with stealing in the first place with how obviously the boy went about ‘hiding’ something behind his back the moment he’d heard adult-sized footsteps approaching. Clearly a deeply inexperienced thief, the Plegian boy was the picture of guilt, an appropriated sack of food plainly visible from behind his gangly and undernourished frame.
“Father isn’t home right now,” He begins to explain shiftily in a foreign tongue, swiping his arm across his mouth to dispose of any crumb-like evidence. “So if you need any smithing—” Henry paused in his feigned nonchalance once he’d finally dared a glance up at the stranger. Normally, to look an adult in the eye was seen as disrespect, but once he’d caught sight of her, it was difficult to tear his gaze away. Her clothes looked unfathomably expensive, and she possessed the kind of beauty he only thought possible to capture in artwork. He almost felt unworthy to behold her, with his own tattered clothes too large, and his normally silver hair yellowed from being unwashed. It wasn’t until he noticed the mark on her forehead that he actually gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“That-” pointing, Henry’s eyes widened. “That’s blasphemy!” He warns, his voice a harsh whisper. Suddenly wary, he circled the stranger, his legs in an awkward half bent position more reminiscent of an animal than a young boy.
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deathless ♚ sentence meme
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
You are going to break your promise. I understand.
You’re lonely too.
It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.
I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.
I am your servant.
I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.
For you alone I will be weak.
I belong here, and you will not deny me.
I say these things, and the world listens.
I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.
In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.
I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.
I moved the earth and the water for you.
You will always run away with her.
You will always lose her.
You will always be a fool.
You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.
You have already done all of this and will do it again.
No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.
We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.
What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.
There need never be any rules between us.
Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.
Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.
I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.
Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
I can’t abide a poor liar.
You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.
Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.
Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.
Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.
In his own country, Death can be kind.
What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?
Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.
I am no one; I am nothing.
Nothing in me was not made by you.
A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.
Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.
Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?
Don’t you dare speak to me like that.
I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.
I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.
I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.
I have learned to watch everything die.
I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.
Are we not devils?
No one is now what they were before the war.
I have not seen you without your skin on.
Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.
We obsess. It’s in our nature.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
In war you must always choose sides.
If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.
We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.
My old bones will follow yours soon enough.
It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.
I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.
After love, no one is what they were before.
I have survived, but I have not been spared.
In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.
Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.
It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.
You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.
You will be so beautiful when you are old.
I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.
You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.
I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.
She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.
I still want to kiss you.
My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.
What happens to anything beautiful?
I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.
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"Henry," He announces, gingerly placing a wrapped parcel in the mage's hands. "I uh, wasn't sure what to get you?" Even with their growing bond, he wasn't sure what sort of gift would be best. He decidedly got something that would at least be useful; a dark magic tome, supposedly potent. "I'm told it's rare." He stands up straight and hopes it's a nice enough gift. "Happy birthday."
Henry turned toward the sound of his name, a smile spreading across his face as the parcel was placed in his hands. Despite his lineage, Chrom remained ever humble about these sorts of things.
Henry peered down at the wrapped gift, the size and weight familiar enough for the dark mage to know just what it was before he’d even opened it. A useful gift from any person, but it meant more than he could express coming from their leader. “Ahaha, you remembered! Or maybe Robin told you, hmm…” He couldn’t help but tease the monarch a little. Truthfully, either way he was as happy as could be, it meant he was on someone’s mind.
“Thank you,” He sighed happily, the tome crinkling against his chest as he hugged it. “I love it! Or, well, I’m sure that I will… Did you wrap it yourself?”
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She resisted the urge to laugh, knowing all too well that her giggles over him kicking the sack out of sight would not be taken as genuine, harmless amusement. Her amusement died swiftly. He spoke of beatings so easily…were she in a different situation, she might be moved to retaliation. No one should hurt children.
It enraged her.
“My father lied about many things,” Emmeryn agreed emptily. She’d never seen her mark as a blessing, just proof of her lineage. A lineage she did not hold dear to her heart, except for how it tied her to her siblings. Her niblings.
Sinking down so that her weight was balanced on the balls of her feet, hands still clasped together, she looked into Henry’s eyes. “No, I am not Naga, though my family has claimed her as our patron.” And a few eccentric relative claimed her as a direct ancestor.
“Have you been left out here alone?” She asked, gently.
“Oh…” The young boy muttered, instinctively turning his head away when Emmeryn had crouched down and leaned in so close to him. She wasn’t going to harm him, that he could tell within moments, but he still did not turn back to look at her right away. Henry had a knack for pissing off adults, and the last thing he wanted was for her to get irritated with him for gawking at her strange sacrilegious tattoo.
“Uh huh, every night I’m left outside, though I’m not usually alone…” For a moment, he looked conflicted with himself. They weren’t always unfair parents, right? “Well, not every night— most nights, though. The doors get locked if I don’t make it back home on time, so it’s kind of my fault.” They used to let him bawl outside the door every night, but since he was older now his father had taken to hitting him if he made too much of a fuss, and it wasn’t like he WANTED to disrupt his mother’s rest, so as the years went on, Henry had started venturing further from home.
“My parents don’t care where I go or when I’m back, so I went for a walk!” The boy flashed a smile, though it seemed more joyless and feral than anything. “What about you? If your family is so important that you can just claim GODS as your patron… why are you out here?” A hint of suspicion was evident in his small voice.
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Meet my muse as a child meme || Age: 9
It was a wonder how he had gotten away with stealing in the first place with how obviously the boy went about ‘hiding’ something behind his back the moment he’d heard adult-sized footsteps approaching. Clearly a deeply inexperienced thief, the Plegian boy was the picture of guilt, an appropriated sack of food plainly visible from behind his gangly and undernourished frame.
“Father isn’t home right now,” He begins to explain shiftily in a foreign tongue, swiping his arm across his mouth to dispose of any crumb-like evidence. “So if you need any smithing—” Henry paused in his feigned nonchalance once he’d finally dared a glance up at the stranger. Normally, to look an adult in the eye was seen as disrespect, but once he’d caught sight of her, it was difficult to tear his gaze away. Her clothes looked unfathomably expensive, and she possessed the kind of beauty he only thought possible to capture in artwork. He almost felt unworthy to behold her, with his own tattered clothes too large, and his normally silver hair yellowed from being unwashed. It wasn’t until he noticed the mark on her forehead that he actually gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.
“That-” pointing, Henry’s eyes widened. “That’s blasphemy!” He warns, his voice a harsh whisper. Suddenly wary, he circled the stranger, his legs in an awkward half bent position more reminiscent of an animal than a young boy.
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“Not where you’re meant to be?” He returns almost distantly, tapping at his chin. Was this area not meant for the event patrons?
“Cursed?” He parrots again, thoughts a touch disjointed as he follows to where Henry is looking. The door had shut behind him, but he strangely doesn’t feel a flight response looming.
“Hmm, it’s not so bad in here.” Comes his automatic response, almost without volition. But it’s not as if the sentiment is false. And it comes again with an added. “Nicer still that you’re here.”
That time it does spur anxiety though. Again, not false, but perhaps too familiar.
While he wasn’t normally the most observant person around- and especially not when it came to social cues, Henry had picked up on Chrom’s confusion at what he’d said. “Well, yeah…” He smirked, “Do you usually go around looking for cursed rooms to hang out in? It’s no wonder you needed a tactician.” It was of course said in jest, but Henry wondered afterward if he should have watched his tone with the Ylessian Exalt more than he had been. Chrom had to have been used to his candor by now, right?
“Eeyup, it’s magic…” Couldn’t he feel it? “I can’t figure out in what way yet, but - ah! You’re… ahaha.. really?” Caught off guard by the sudden compliment, Henry glanced around fervently for anyone else that he could have been speaking to, and his chest tightened in unfamiliar anxiousness upon finding that it was indeed only the both of them… him, and the guy that he kind-of-definitely had a secret thing for.
“I mean, I agree! It’s nice.” Tittering lightly, Henry’s gaze fell bashfully to his feet. “I’m just surprised. Your people just usually can’t unclench when I’m around,” Oof, “-and I can’t usually think of excuses good enough to get you in a room alone with me that wouldn’t just sound weird, so—”Henry looked down at his hands like he was prepared to gnaw them off himself.
💜 The mage hummed, gnawing idly at his lower lip. His gaze hadn't lifted from the ground since he'd entered the strange room, the very aura of the place seeming to distract him.
He could hardly see through all the blasted steam in this place. Even if he could, it was almost hypnotic in it’s tranquility. Chrom was somehow content to idly wander about the area, until a door practically slammed behind him.
Strange, and yet- was that- “Henry?”
On the other side of the room was the Mage. What very little anxiety chewed at him dissolved to at least see a familiar face.
“You’re here too.” He says pleasantly.
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Trick or Treat! What would your muse dress up as for Halloween? What other ways might they celebrate the holiday?
Ooc: What a cute question! I’m really partial to the outfit Henry is wearing in the heroes halloween art but I think he’d be down for dressing up as anything since dressing up is fun enough in itself. Given his preferences, it should be draping and flowing fabrics with big roomy sleeves. Fangs and horns are just icing on the cake.
As for celebrating, his style leans toward the trick side, treats are okay but he’d likely give anything too sweet to someone who would appreciate it more. Enjoying the company of his special someone(s) would be ideal.
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