#⚔️ blue lions. / pale moonlight
@spearofruin / (ch.4 ; the goddess’ rite of rebirth)
⚔️ // sylvain gautier. his name was written at the top of a journal page. beneath were a few notes on grades , expertise , successes and failures , all penned in the professor’s lopsided cursive scrawl. she’d pressed her fingers together when she had ended her lecture and dismissed the class for the afternoon. all except one.
“sylvain.” byleth called out , cutting through the idle chatter of the blue lions as they filtered out. “i’d like to speak with you a moment.”
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⚔️ // she was staring down the sacred blade as though convinced it would burn a hole through her desk. it had been a week since the attack on the holy mausoleum. and a week since the sword of the creator had been placed in byleth’s possession. she didn’t know what had compelled rhea , but she had been unable to refuse. for once , she had agreed with seteth. for all rhea knew , despite everything , byleth could easily misuse the sword. and if it were truly the sword of the CREATOR? well. she was hardly worthy of it. somehow , she felt sothis would be far more capable.
“. . . it doesn’t feel right to keep it.”
@fellstarsirius
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FALL SENTENCE STARTERS / @celestiialnotes / ACCEPTING.
↳ “Bonfires and apple cider are in my future.” - Sylvain
⚔️ // green eyes flit to sylvain , looking him up and down before turning back to the kingdom and church armies. the fall was beginning to set in. how FITTING it was , that victory was finally in sight. that as the push of faerghus and garreg mach came to its last stand , the land was slowly , naturally , began to shift and fade into a period of rest.
“a fine future indeed.” she nodded , and looped her arms behind her back, “and one well deserved.” a tilt of the head , a glimmer of light in the eyes. her lips tugged into a small smile. “would you be opposed to ... perhaps , helping to set up such a venture for the troops? as a means of boosting morale.”
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@gottgenug / (s.c.)
⚔️ // graveled voice and rough hands. they STIR in her the will JUST strong enough to keep her eyes open. to stray from the precipice of darkness flickering at the edges of her vision. short , ragged breath. it left her chest empty. cold. NUMB. blearily , she lifted her head. pressed her cheek against the rough-spun fabric of her father’s tunic. then lulled there. surely , she could allow herself this small comfort. just this once. if only for this moment. to gather her strength again , that she might rewind the hands of time just once more.
. . . if only to make him worry less.
she would continue , then. PERSIST. she must. — she MUST.
‘don’t pass out on me.’
green eyes FLICKERED upright. so she wasn’t imagining it. the DIN of his racing heartbeat. a sound foreign to her ears. why are you frightened? she wanted to ask him. this is nothing. maybe she ought to LIE instead. or . . . try falling from a cliff.
somehow she felt that would NOT lift his spirits.
“i’ll . . . be alright.” she said instead , managing just barely , BARELY above a murmur. “s’long as . . . you’re all safe.” she wanted to reach out. to unravel the worry that knotted his brow ; the fear that made his heart beat dizzyingly fast. but the movement , when she tried , lanced pain through her side. and the world lurched and spun. she grimaced. her vision flickered. still she TRIED to heed him. — do not pass out.
“don’t worry about me.”
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@gottgenug / jeralt. / (post ch. 4‘s 7/26 report & pre. ch. 5 explore; 8/10 .)
⚔️ // for two weeks her mind had been swimming with questions. many long hours had been spent staring down the legendary blade gifted to her by lady rhea. even MORE had been spent in the training grounds in the silver hours of night , wielding this sword that seemed to fit near PERFECTLY in her hand , THRUMMING with a power that felt — right.
it all felt so familiar. and yet the mere sight of the sword made something deep within her curdle and twist. as though she had eaten something spoiled. sothis held no answers , and though there was some solace to be had in the company of the girl’s equally clueless soul — well. the MYSTERY of it grew vexing.
the crest of flames faded from the air behind her back. the sword of the creator dimmed in turn , its red arc of flickering fire subsiding as she stilled her flurry of jabs and feints. she watched it dim , then turned her head towards the double doors of the training grounds , and the familiar figure stepping through them.
“jeralt.” she greeted. “it’s late.”
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⚔️ // she had tended to his wounds throughout the days and nights since byleth had returned to her. only ever allowing flayn , mercedes and professor manuela anywhere NEAR her beloved brother. anyone else simply would not do. anyone ELSE could become a rat.
or so she had to continuously reproach herself for beginning to believe. it was a HYPOCRITICAL thought. and belles was well aware of it. but she was not immune to the cost of war. she was no STRANGER to the anger that festered when a loved one was taken. there was a reason she had grown close to prince dimitri and his house. they were kindred spirits , every one. and losing a loved one brought out a FURY that blazed like wildfire.
that fire still roared. eyes stared down her younger brother as silence enveloped the two. it was THICK with an unspoken tension. and yet despite her unbridled , mute fury , her touch was SOFT. the wave of faith magic that shone at the tips of her fingers and washed away even the smallest bit of his pain was GENTLE. warm.
her touch was born of love.
and so was the hatred that beckoned like an alluring whisper in the back of her head.
“. . . i will not allow her near you again. i mean it.”
@willdcard / (S.C.)
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⚔️ // it had been in part due to sothis’ prodding that byleth had made her way up the stairs towards the second floor of the monastery. equipped with a small tray bearing cups , saucers , and a blend of lemon-ginger tea. (which had ALSO been on sothis’ . . . “recommendation” based on what the spirit so aptly had called , a WHIM.) something about healing frayed nerves , or some sort.
at the threshold of seteth’s office , byleth lingered. the sun was just beginning to wane into a dim twilight. and still , the nervous hum of energy permeated the academy grounds. WELL? sothis chimed , raising a brow as she floated over byleth’s shoulder. don’t just STAND THERE. what are you? a statue? knock! byleth sighed turned her head towards the spirit.
‘he’d probably rather be left alone.’
and so you would just LET HIM?
the girl huffed and leveled her with a disapproving look. (like scolding a child for its bad behavior.) byleth clenched her jaw and dropped her gaze to the floor. this , it seemed , was answer enough. and to sothis it was INSUFFICIENT. byleth knew it in the pins that prickled and stabbed across her skin. sighing deeply this time , byleth rolled her shoulders back and knocked.
“seteth?” a pause. “it’s professor eisner. may i come in a moment?”
@hecvenwept / booooooooops this here as promised. ;;3;;
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⚔️ // “— annette,” byleth called , voice ringing across the ruins of the monastery’s main hall. “there you are.” the (former) professor cut through the crowd , parting the sea of people with nothing but the authoritative click of heels on weathered stone. past rubble and debris yet to be swept and carted away by the efforts of their conjoined armies.
“. . . i thought i might find you helping with the clean up efforts. i’m glad to see i was correct,” she admitted. the faintest twinges of relief bled into her words , though it swiftly passed. “may i speak with you a moment?”
@soulbiinding / for (ch.12-13 ish) war-phase annette ! ;v;
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i know it feels like the world has left us behind
dearly beloved , dearly beloved
we’ve always had to fight to survive
kicking and screaming but never running
no , no , no
no matter what they say i promise you it’s not for nothing
with every hit , we’re closer to the break
but you might be surprised how much a heart can take
stone after stone
we’re getting stronger than you know , so let them throw
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* QUOTES ABOUT DEATH PROMPTS / @chaieos / SUSP.
↳ ' they died that day because their body had served its purpose. ' from hypnos uwu
⚔️ // it was an interesting way of putting his sentiment. to the CORE of it , she did agree. “hm. i believe they died because they were foolish. in not keeping their wits about them , and engaging BATTLE without the confidence of their surroundings , they were reckless. we wore them down. in the end , they were outmatched.”
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BYLETH’S BIRTHDAY ! / @sovereign-tempest sent:
"I know it cannot be held in comparison to the Sword of the Creator, but I hope you may enjoy it either way," Dimitri, almost nervously, handed over an impressive scabbard, holding a hand crafted, engraved, handsome sword that could surely do a lot of damage in her hands. "Happy birthday, my friend." He smiled.
⚔️ // eyes glittered with an interest SPARKED. all the while , the blade was placed in steady , awaiting hands. she scanned it over. impressive was one word to describe it , most certainly. she almost felt she owed the smith commissioned for such a piece a word of REGARD. it was equal parts a weapon of function as much as it was a near work of art.
“this is a fine blade,” she said OUT LOUD , ghosting finger pads over the engravings , when the sword was drawn to reveal its full splendor. “you should worry not of its counterpart. i will make good use of such a gift. thank you.” for there were times when their battles grew long and tiresome. when the strain of combat and TIME bore down heavy , and the sacred weapon that glowed like fire in her hands was reduced to a flickering ember.
leave it to dimitri to have noticed what she had left decisively unsaid. but perhaps it was in her good fortune that he did. it would do her well to have an alternative to such a powerful blade.
“i would be honored if you would accompany me to the training grounds. it seems to me you would be the most fitting opponent , to break in this blade.”
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⚔️ tag dump!
general:
⚔️ ooc. / mun.
⚔️ ask. / trade secrets.
⚔️ perma call. / pinned post.
⚔️ starter call. / bulletin board.
⚔️ meme. / end of the month mission.
⚔️ psa. / professor announcement.
⚔️ aes. / tea and crumpets.
⚔️ queue. / how long do you intend to sleep...?
muse specific:
⚔️ ic. / crest of flames.
⚔️ crack. / my battle ends heeere!
⚔️ hc. / heart of fire.
⚔️ thread. / closed.
⚔️ thread. / open.
⚔️ musings. / ...should i have held back?
⚔️ dash comm. / building supports.
indie:
⚔️ academy. / a new path to tread.
⚔️ war. / here is something to believe in.
⚔️ blue lions. / pale moonlight
⚔️ black eagles. / blooming rose
⚔️ golden deer. / calming winds
⚔️ church of seiros. / silver snows.
⚔️ three hopes. / sothis chosen.
album:
⚔️dimitri. / i want you to remember who you are / despite the bad things that are happening to you.
⚔️ claude. / leave the door open for the unknown / the door into the dark.
⚔️ edelgard. / we are all deeply flawed creatures / but deep down - everyone is capable of good.
⚔️ seteth. / experience is what you get when you did not get what you wanted.
⚔️ flayn. / ...and then let your kindness flood the world.
⚔️ rhea. / and now that you don’t have to be perfect / you can be good.
⚔️ jeralt. / maybe i’ll see you in another life / if this one wasn’t enough.
⚔️self. / so fierce is the passion that burns within my heart / a raging forest fire / unstoppable and all consuming.
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