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Kiran, Pondering

Thank you for the support and boundless patience as usual, @xpegasusuniverse! I hope you like it! I cried!!! so much!

Summary: Azura had told Corra and Rind that she was the sole survivor of her world's war, despite coming from the Revelation World. Worried that they would be heartbroken should the truth come to light, she asked Kiran to tell her right away if he summoned someone from her world...

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Askr was a refuge.

To Corra and Rin, — Princess and Prince Corrin from the Conquest and Birthright worlds respectively — Askr was the only place where they could meet and learn how to deal with the regrets gnawing at their souls.

It was only between themselves, as the existence known as ‘Corrin’, that they could find respite and support to allow them the chance to move on from their choices. To help them overcome their mistakes.

They connected with each other every single day. They held hands, drank tea and trained together, sometimes without even uttering a single word.

Just by having one another’s presence was enough to fill each of them with strength. They never spoke specifics about the war, as their wounds were still too raw, but just by being together, they felt like they could conquer the world.

Or at least conquer their own pain.

Once it was time to head home, however, it was as though they were pulling the bandages out of a still bleeding wound — reality would come crashing down on them, showing each of them the state of their world, and the crushing notion that it was all, after all, their own fault.

It was because they made the wrong choice. It was because they made the right choice.

It was because they chose. It was because they lived; because they were in that position, it was because, it was because, it was because…

The pit of their regret was bottomless. No matter how much they scooped out of it during the day, the two of them, together, it filled right up again once they were back home, to face the consequences of their choices on their own.

In fact, it was getting harder to go back home, instead of easier.

Askr was a refuge, but it was also a prison.

A comfortable prison, in which time did not pass and none of their choices — past, present or future — truly mattered. They were there to help with Askr’s own problems, while trying to deal with their own.

Coming and going to Askr had been great and terrible for the duo. To learn of the myriad of worlds out there and to know that they were not alone was reassuring in and of itself, but it also meant that they could see, touch and feel the consequences of the actions they did not make.

Just meeting one another was proof enough — not to mention the implications of their own existences.

What state was the world they each left behind to stay in Askr? What could have had changed, what different actions could have they taken so that this or that did not happen?

Just by looking at each other’s eyes, they could see the same questions plaguing them deep down.

They were strong together.

But once they went back to their worlds… They crumbled that much harder.

Flora had noticed it first, since she considered not meeting Felicia in Askr just so her sister would not break down any further. To give her hope during the day and pull it from under her feet after she came back home was much too cruel.

The clumsily adorable little sister did not deserve that.

Her wonderful, thoughtful and merciful Lady Corrin especially did not deserve that. Flora could see the pain gnawing away at Corrin, slowly but surely, every single day.

The mask that Corrin wore to the world; the one she used to protect herself from the guilt… it was crumbling. Each day, her smile faded more into gray. Each day, her feet dragged harder to stay in Askr for a while longer.

Each day, she looked up at the bright sky, something so foreign back in Nohr, and sighed wistfully.

Each day, Corra and Rin parted ways with heavier hearts than when they had met, unable to break away from their chains of regret.

Unbeknownst to them, kind eyes had been watching them from afar, and, much like how Flora worried over them, so did she. Azura may not hail from the same world as them, but she still considered the existence known as ‘Corrin’ to be someone precious to her. It hurt the princess to see them suffer so.

She and Flora had interacted very little in the past — even in Azura’s own world where Flora is still alive and well — but they decided to quietly meet every now and then so the maid could tell her about the progress between Corra and Rin.

Flora had realized, after talking with Azura a few times, that the princess was not only not the one she knew, but that she hailed from a world where things did not take such a bleak turn, as opposed to her own world.

Although Azura had a great poker face and rarely changed expressions, Flora was good at reading people, so they soon came to the agreement that Flora would report on the Corrins’ mental state while Azura would act as a shield between them and the other people who might hail from her same world.

Azura had, then, brought the matter to Kiran’s attention — though she did not bring the full picture so as to protect her friends’ inner turmoil.

Truthfully, she had just told the Summoner to call her should he summon someone from the Revelation world — how she came about that name was unknown, even though that was classified information hidden deeply in the Royal Library’s secret area — but Kiran could understand even after receiving Azura’s silence on the matter.

As the Summoner, Kiran could see information about the Heroes that no one else could, at least not without delving into the secret library. He could see, and interpret, the threads that bound each Hero to their version of their own world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine the reason why Azura would ask him that.

Surprisingly, Sharena was the one who brought up a concern about the matter to Kiran a few days later — or perhaps not so surprisingly, especially taking into consideration the princess’ disposition to befriend all Heroes.

She had noticed the subtle changes happening between the Corrins — not between themselves, mind, but between each of them and all the others around.

“I can’t really put my finger on it,” Sharena tilted her head with a frown, lowering her gaze to the floor. “They’re acting the same, but not really. Get it? Like,” she gestured something incomprehensible, waving her hands around like a little girl, “like they’re putting up with it, you know? They seemed okay in the beginning, but now… it’s like they’re straining themselves. Do you think we’ve been overworking them too much? Do they need a break? Should we, uh, let them have a vacation? There are a lot of good beaches around…”

Sharena babbled, her voice dying as she realized the nonsense she was spewing. Askr was never peaceful for long, as they have been constantly reminded on a daily basis. It was unthinkable to focus on giving Heroes vacations — especially when they had their hands full with barely maintaining the Order afloat with the sudden flood of newly summoned Heroes.

Alfonse, who sat beside her, had a serious expression. “It’s common for royals to manage their expressions and hide their true intentions, Sharena. Don’t you think you’re overthinking this?”

“You’re not a people person, Alfonse! You wouldn’t understand,” she puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms. Though, in a corner of her heart, she wondered if she wasn’t imagining things either. She wanted to get along with everyone, but it wasn’t as though all of them shared the same mentality.

Corra always greeted her with a big smile and held her hand as they walked — and she kept behaving the same as usual, it was just… there was a shadow over her smile from time to time.

Rin was a bit more reserved, but he was still just as warm — he even told her it felt great to walk barefoot on the morning dew, just as the sun was rising, and he had been right! It felt liberating, even exhilarating, since she had to sneak out of her palace to do so one dawn. Yet, when she excitedly went to tell him about that, she saw his stiff smile and forlorn expression as his gaze headed towards the west training grounds.

“N-not a people person…” Alfonse choked on the words uttered by his little sister, frowning as a way to recover from the shock.

Kiran shook his head at the siblings, looking down to Breidablik in his hands. “I believe you, Sharena. Actually, Azura and Flora came to tell me the same thing recently.”

Sharena beamed while Alfonse’s frown grew deeper, though Sharena soon went back to frowning. Being right about a bad thing doesn’t make it good.

“So, um… What should we do?” She twiddled with her fingers.

“... Nothing?” Alfonse said tentatively, to which Sharena responded with a glare. “We have no right to interfere in other people’s lives,” he added calmly, looking between Kiran and his sister, “especially when they are trying not to show us how they are truly feeling. There is not a single person who likes being confronted about the things they are trying to hide.”

There was a short silence as Alfonse’s words lingered in the air, being digested by the listeners.

“That’s true,” Kiran said in the end, nodding.

“B-but!” Sharena tried to protest, but Kiran kept talking.

“Still, even if talking to them about it would be too upfront,” he glanced at Sharena, then turned his gaze to Alfonse, “I think we could at least do what Azura and Flora asked us to do.”

“Hmm,” Alfonse bobbed his head to the sides, pondering on Kiran’s words. “If you think so, Kiran, then I’ll respect your decision.”

“But it’s not like you agree, huh?” Kiran took a jab, chuckling at the twitch in Alfonse’s brow as he got up from his seat. “Alright. Thanks for the heads-up, both of you. I’m off to the summoning stones, then.”

“I-I’ll go with you!” Sharena awkwardly got up, blowing a raspberry at her brother before running after the Summoner.

“Wha—?! Hahh…” Alfonse shook his head with a sigh at his sister’s behavior, but ultimately got up to follow them as well.

Once he arrived, Alfonse witnessed the most ironic coincidence.

A knight with a cowlick and donning dark armor politely greeted them once he stepped out of the smoke.

“My name is Silas, a knight of Nohr. I'm a little surprised I was summoned, but I'll do what I can to help!” He said with a big smile, setting off Sharena as well.

“Hi! Welcome to Askr! I’m Sharena and that’s my brother Alfonse over there, and this is Kiran, our Summoner! Now, tell me all about yourself!” She excitedly took Silas’ hand.

“Oh, and she’s a princess,” Kiran added jokingly, somehow knowing how Silas would react.

“A p-princess?! M-milady, forgive my rudeness for holding your hand like that…” Silas turned beet red and jumped out of Sharena’s range, hiding behind Kiran.

“That stuff doesn’t matter here,” she elbowed Kiran out of the way, “we’re all equals at the Order of Heroes, anyway!” She grabbed Silas’ hand again, but this time, he didn’t run away.

Instead, he chuckled. “You sound like my best friend.”

“Oh?!” Sharena widened her smile. “Who are they? Maybe they’ve been summoned too? What about me did you find similar to them?”

Silas looked up at the pristine sky, taking a deep breath. The sky he was used to, the one he had grown up to, was nothing like this. Nohr had always been a dark place; and the place he lived now had floating islands polluting the view, so seeing nothing but clouds up there was actually refreshing in a way.

“His name is Corrin!” He said, puffing his chest with pride, not noticing how Sharena’s hand flinched. “He’s a king back in my world, but he keeps saying to treat him the same way as usual, especially since we’ve been comrades-in-arms for so long.”

Unable to hide her expression, Sharena stiffly looked from Kiran to her brother. The two men exchanged glances as well and nodded.

Before Silas could even realize that something was out of place, Alfonse placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “That’s most interesting. Would you care to elaborate?”

“B-brother? You don’t usually like—ooooh, right. Yeah. Yeah!” She managed to smooth it over after receiving a piercing glare from Alfonse as Kiran silently excused himself. “Tell us more, Silas! C’mon, we’ll show you around,” she took his hand while Alfonse grabbed his opposite shoulder, effectively trapping him between themselves.

Oblivious to it all, the knight simply nodded and smiled, glad to be welcomed so warmly to this new, strange yet exciting place.

Kiran tiptoed away to find Anna so she could help look for either Azura or Flora, though they had to do it quietly lest anyone found out that there had been a Summoning — after all, once word got out, it would quickly spread.

Time was of the essence and, although Kiran shared most of Alfonse’s sentiment on the matter, it wasn’t as though he would turn down the opportunity to help when he had the power to do so. Still, hiding Silas’ existence or pretending he came from another world would only go so far, especially when dealing with people who shared strong bonds between themselves.

Kiran only hoped that none of it would blow up in their faces later, as he hurried his steps back to the Order while Alfonse and Sharena took Silas to the royal palace instead.

Time was of the essence.

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keikaru · 5 months

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more than the scattering of petals | lif x summoner au

Líf doesn’t understand why a building like this exists on the outskirts of the city. Long branches, heavy with the fragrance of flowers, conceal the eastern inspired architecture from view. The building stands aloof, with tree branches stretching near the upper floor windows and caressing the tiled rooftop with its shimmering, green leaves.

But he doesn’t have to understand so long as Kiran is here.

A gust gently stirs the leaves. The leaves rustle against the tiles and echo the rhythm of rain.

Líf approaches the home in long strides. Near the building, his eyes flicker to a slender silhouette resting between the sliding doors.

Her outfit is a loose garment with long sleeves. Sleeves pool around her as if she sits in the center of a rippling pond.

Without fail, she greets him as if they share a home.

He leans down and brushes his hand against her face, caressing her cheek. She leans into his touch with a gentle smile.

Hand under her chin, he tilts her head to face him.

He loves her with a gentle immensity. Her content expression, the way her body is attentive to his touch—she is his heart. The one he will destroy a realm for, his Summoner.

She obliges and her eyes glimmer with a tenderness that stirs a warmth inside him. For a moment, she appears much more alive and regains her autonomy not as an automation for Ganglöt but as his beloved Kiran.

“Do flowers bloom knowing they will die?”

Her wispy voice carries a melancholic air, but her expression reveals kindness and love. But why did her words press into his chest like a bell echoing across an empty courtyard?

Uncertain how to respond, he presses his thumb on her bottom lip. Soft, pliant lips part under his touch. Líf opens his mouth to speak, but she laces her fingers together behind his neck and tugs him low.

They fall on the tatami.

Each kiss dissolves all thoughts and words. Nothing else matters but her soft and warm body beneath his. She isn’t like him. Not all the way, perhaps.

His chest tightens. But he knows she needs his body to stay alive.

He no longer winces when she grabs his hair and presses against him for more. When she needs him, she forgets herself. Her thoughts blur instincts to survive, to replenish her life, surpasses her desire to be gentle with him.

He doesn’t mind because he loves her. Anything to keep her alive, happy, and by his side in this world devoid of his former life…he will give pieces of his life for her body and mind to function without pain.

That is the contract he makes with Ganglöt to bring the Summoner back to him.

For the Summoner to remain with him, in the realm of the dead, he exchanges his life to replenish hers when they embrace and exchange sweet sounds.

He loves her, knowing that her unusual spells that leave her hollow are phases that will disappear in time. Thrasir reassures him that the Summoner’s unusual moods and personality changes are side effects until she accustoms to her body.

Until Kiran is strong enough, in body and mind, he doesn’t mind as her garment slips from her body and coyly guides his hand across her body.

Líf gazes down at Kiran—my Summoner—and they embrace as the heavy boughs scatter flower petals across their backs.

To love and to bloom, he believes their love is more than the scattering of petals.

He loves her, even if her hands carve out the fragments of his soul and life light.

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