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soulsilvershipping - 1000 words
a/n: i am v happy to oblige... *cracks knuckles*
It is a difficult thing to do. He stands at the entrance to New Bark Town, the front of his shoe digging into the dusty dirt. He isn’t quite sure how to approach her home, he knows it too good to be true. It’s only a matter of time before it’s revealed to have been a cruel joke… Dating? Them? Whenever she spouts all of these sweet nothings like they carry no weight or thought, how little does she know… how little does she know that he holds onto her every word like it's his salvation.
Like she’s a preacher and he’s waiting to be saved.
How little does she know that she floats into the space and he cannot peel his eyes away from staring at her. And now, she wants to invite him into her space? She tells him, “it’s time, she’s excited to see you.”
How could anyone be excited to meet him? It feels as if it was yesterday when he loitered around the lab, looking to shake up this small town and run amok in thievery taking what doesn’t belong to him. He looks down at his hand, seeing the callouses and the pink flesh of his hand. It has been much longer than yesterday since then… it has been years. He admits to himself, with a small ounce of shame for his past, that he no longer lies like that.
Lying to others, lying to himself. He has Lance to thank for that, and her. He tries to swallow, it’s as if his heart is stuck in his throat. A small smirk finds its way to his lips as he realizes his younger self would yell at him, disparage him, for acting so nervous and lacking courage. But how could he not be – at least a little bit – afraid? Afraid!
Yes, he is afraid. Scared. Terrified. Of so many things. He is afraid to walk through that door and she will take one look at him and hate him. He is afraid he will sit down at her table and just about everything she disagrees with will fly out of his mouth. He is afraid he will embarrass himself, show that he is undeserving of her daughter – because he is, after all, that horrid man’s son. But most of all, he is terrified of—
“Silver!” His doting girlfriend calls out to him from her front door. He suddenly realizes she must have been waiting for him, they must have been waiting for him, of course they were! They invite him out here, and he mulls around outside like a fool. She soon closes the front door behind her and walks up to him. “What’s the matter? You’ve been to New Bark before, right?”
He nods his head and rubs his nose real quick, feeling the sweat on his face. He has one hand behind his back, however, and Lyra can hear plastic crinkling.
“What have you got there behind your back?” She asks eagerly, a smile on her face. They slowly begin walking toward her house.
“Nothing, nothing for you that is,” he responds gruffly. At his reply, she laughs loudly.
“Now, you couldn’t possibly be nervous, could you?”
He does not answer her. And in the midst of not answering her, her front door appears right in front of him. They stand for a minute in front of it, as Lyra observes him with delight.
“Well, aren’t you going to knock?” Her words interrupt his thoughts once again. Silver clears his throat and looks at her with a little glare, subtly letting her know that her teasing is not appreciated at the moment.
He slowly lifts his hand to the door, curling it into a fist as he raises it to the wood. At the time he finally knocks, he still has his left hand behind his back, holding something. As soon as his knock could make a sound, the door flings open with Lyra’s mother at the entrance. And she looks… exactly as he imagines she would. A great smile spread across her mouth, rosy cheeks, and striking brown hair with curled ends.
“Welcome to our home!” She exclaims, coming towards him and embracing him in a tender hug. Her arms wrap around him in a tight warmth he hadn’t felt… in a long time. He feels air hitch in his throat. “Come in, come in.”
Her mother ushered in the two teenagers, directing Lyra to seat them at the table. Just before he sits down, he stands there with his body facing her mother in the kitchen. He doesn’t know how to speak up, so he slowly pulls his arm from behind his back to reveal a small bouquet. The crackling noise causes her to look up from the stove and see what he has.
“Oh, is that for us?” She pleasantly asks him.
“Yes,” he quietly answers her. She swiftly walks over to take the bouquet from him so he may sit down. As he passes it over to her, she softly brushes his hand with a smile. A mother’s touch. Kindness in every gesture. He clenches his jaw as he sits down.
“Thank you very much for them!” She says as she walks back to the kitchen with the flowers in hand. She softly places them on the counter to fetch a vase. Her hands gracefully place the vase under the faucet and flip the valve for the water. The two teenagers listen as Lyra’s mother hums to herself and they hear the stove whistle with boiling water.
In only a few minutes, her mother has placed the flowers in a vase and brings dinner to the table. Before they arrived, the table had already been set, and therefore all that was left, was to simply eat. Her mother uncovered the casserole dish and Silver’s eyes widened in surprise. He glanced rather quickly at his girlfriend to see her grinning at him, she must have told her mother his favorite dish.
As they begin to serve their plates, Silver stares down at his portion of food. He is scared again. He’s scared to taste this food. Lyra’s mother takes her seat at the table, next to Silver. He thinks to himself, it’s rude to not eat the food a host serves. So, he gently picks up the fork to scoop a bite. As he eats it, he recognizes his greatest fear for this evening has been realized after all. To feel a mother’s love once again, it has happened.
“Thank you,” he faintly says, his eyes welling up.
“You’re always welcome,” she replies, tenderly rubbing his back.
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I was looking through some stuff and apparently Silver is called Tsubaki in some side manga? And as I've been playing FE14 recently, I can't help but find it extremely amusing, the idea that these two share their names:
It's honestly made even funnier by the fact that these two are the de facto shipping partners for the two of them.
... You know what, this would make some absolutely adorable cosplay art for both couples now when I'm thinking of it
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Hey hey, ho ho
Silkoto, Hibikuri and AU shits
Hey hey, ho ho
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What’s your ships for Lyra?
I'm not exactly big on any Lyra ships but I do enjoy the occasional soulsilvershipping from time 2 time👍
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THEY’RE HERE!,,,, 😭😭😭😭😭🫳 ((volume warning for the video))
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practice draw of the silly
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God I can’t wait for Lodge Lyra to be added so she can get her own plushie
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“I'll train my Pokémon and... 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, too. I'll come back as the toughest challenge 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂!"
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I haven't had too much time to spare recently, but I have been trying my hand at arranging! I decided to keep the composition pretty simple and it's definitely nowhere near done, but I think it's turning out nice so far :)
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