Twiz: Mostly for the sake of the fact that Birthright has taken over my life, I felt compelled to write this quick little drabble for one of my favorite pairings in the game (because it's mine!). I might elaborate more on it some day, but for now enjoy!


There's an old saying that "love is blind". That, however, would seem to imply that there is some part of loving another person that involves closing your eyes to some piece of them, turning a blind eye to the aspects of them you don't prefer. But is that really love at all? Love is all-encompassing, it is accepting, it is wholesome

. Loving only the parts of someone you choose to see can't possibly count as real love, could it? If you could never look at a person for all they truly are, could you ever honestly say you love them wholeheartedly?

With Corrin and Kaze, however, there was never a need to worry about any of that. She adamantly refused to overlook any part of him, no matter how small or how dark. No matter what he would try to bury, regardless of how heinous or irredeemable he thought the act; she would uncover it and cherish it deeply, much the same way she did him, ever forgiving. Every last piece of Kaze was one that Corrin wanted to hold in the palm of her hands, and turn over until she had memorized all sides of it. He had bared himself for her, more scar tissue than skin, and she treasured that. Since the day she had found the words to express her love for him, she had refused to ever let him go.

And he would do the same for her in an instant, his actions coupled with unending kindness coaxing out even the most secretive parts of her. Her protector, her lover, her friend, Kaze embodied them all. He would endure any trial if the prize at the end was Corrin's happiness. However, he had come to learn that this did not always mean throwing himself headfirst into danger in her stead. Atoning for his sins past would have to wait, firstly because she had already graciously pardoned him from that burden, but also because Kaze had found, a large part of his love's happiness hinged on his own wellbeing

No stone unturned, no corner left untouched, their souls were bare for the other to see. The way they seemed to see each other with even the lightest touch. No part of what they had was oblivious. Love, real unconditional love like they possessed, was not blind. It was all seeing and all consuming, a powerful force to be reckoned with.