During a break on the rapid march across Ylisse and Plegia, Lon'qu was attempting to rest. Emphasis on attempting-he threw an arm across his face to block out the bright sunlight. The saddlebag he had borrowed from Stahl's mount did not make for a decent pillow, and the rocky, sandy ground was not at all forgiving to his injuries. Most of all, he was annoyed by the sound of an axe burying itself into the stump of a dead, nearly petrified tree over and over again. He hoped that the thwacking noise would fade into white noise, but between the low thrum of anxiety coursing through him and his lack of comfort, he found himself increasingly irritated with the rhythmic assault to his ear drums.
Lon'qu sat up and sighed, rubbing at his eyes. They felt gritty and sore; after a delay in a rural cluster of desert villages to rescue a manakete and a mercenary from ruffians of one sort or another, he kept finding granules of sand in his hair and his lashes. In spite of his movement and irritated huff, the thwacking did not cease.
"You should be resting," he grumbled around his hands.
He heard the metal head of the axe bury itself into the ground and panting ensue. "Lon'qu I can't," said Lissa, her voice containing a ragged edge of exhaustion. "I have to help my sister." After a moment of silence, the rhythmic noise of the axe in wood resumed.
"You can't help her if you're dead on your feet," he said, trying his best to not let a combination of exhaustion, irritation, and anxiety make him snap at her. He lifted his head, wincing at the sandy discomfort of his eyes, and spotted Lissa standing about ten feet away from him, her sleeves rolled to her elbows and the cage skirt laying abandoned off to the side as to not hamper her movement. She was working with a large bronze axe, the head of it buried in the sand and her dirty hands clenched tightly around its handle. Everything about her was a mess, from her hair that was falling out of its usual containment to her dusty dress and boots. Her skin was reddened by the intense sun and patterned with new freckles. He stood slowly, hoping the ache of his battle-weary muscles was not terribly obvious to others nearby. "Give me the axe."
"Not a chance." She lifted it, wincing as she hoisted it onto her shoulders. "I have to fight for Emmeryn's sake. I will not be helpless."
He sighed. "You heal. I stab. I thought the roles were clear."
"Hey, I can stab...um….chop, actually. You know what? Never mind." She threw the axe down and plopped onto the ground, wiping at her brow. It was obvious that Lissa was attempting to rein in her tangled emotions, much like he was attempting to rein in the irritation that was bound to bleed through in this sorry situation. She dug into her pockets and came up with a flask and downed the contents. "Remember to keep drinking water. You're probably dying in this heat."
"I'll live," he said, but it was true; he wondered just how sunburnt he was after a stint in such an arid environment. He drank from his own container, cringing at the hot, leathery taste of the water. As he ruminated upon the taste, he watched the horizon for wyverns and pegasi. They had already run into trouble earlier in the day, eradicating ruffians in order to save a mercenary, Gregor, and the manakete girl Nowi.
Lissa, meanwhile, was wrapping her blistered, dirty hands with bandages, also from her pockets. "Do you ever just regret not wearing your gloves? Because I am regretting that sorely right now," she remarked, catching Lon'qu's attention.
He glanced down at her, noticing that the bandages were already stained in places. "You'll build callouses that way."
"This might interfere with knitting," she muttered to herself. "The yarn will catch. Ah, well. That's what embroidery was for, anyway. I guess." She laughed nervously and tied off the bandages. Lissa clambered to her feet again. "We'll probably get going soon. We should be ready."
She hasn't been right since we left Regna Ferox, Lon'qu thought as he watched her fetch her cage skirt and latch it back into place. She briefly passed out in Regna Ferox at the shock of her sister's capture, but she had blamed it on the cold, on her corset being too tight, on being tired-anything but on what had happened with Emmeryn and on her own emotions. It was likely that exhaustion and cold had something to do with it, but Lon'qu knew that the news certainly didn't help. Since then, she had pretended as though everything was just fine, forcing smiles and laughter. It was eerie. He wanted to tell her to cut it out, but who was he to do that? Who was he to tell her how to manage her stress at a critical juncture like this?
When the march resumed, Lissa walked fairly close to Lon'qu, chatting his ear off about this and that. He wasn't particularly tuned in, partially because he was miserable and partially because none of it made any sense to him. Lon'qu tried to think of something-anything-that he could interrupt with to cease the useless chatter. He thought back to Ylisstol, to something more lighthearted, to anything….
It occurred to him. "In Ylisstol," he started suddenly, cutting Lissa off mid-sentence, "we met that girl named Marth."
"Yeah," Lissa said. "She fought hard for us. Chrom really appreciates it."
"You said...she, erm, made a cute boy?" He asked, struggling to come up with interesting questions to ask.
Lissa sighed. "Yup. That's the Marth that was Khan Basilio's champion. Turns out she was, uh, masquerading as a boy. A cute, mysterious boy. Lost opportunities there. Not that there were any to begin with. Marth might be more cryptic than you."
Lon'qu groaned. The usurper! In their battle for champion status, he had hesitated mid-blow, sensing something was off, and ended up losing the battle. "That...may explain a few things," he remarked.
"Your woman senses were tingling?" Lissa asked, a smile creeping into her voice.
He wanted to deny it, but he didn't want to kill her momentarily lifted mood. "Yes. I, uh, suppose they were."
"Poor Marth. She'd probably be mad to know she didn't win fair and square," she responded with a laugh.
"Truth is, she would have likely beaten me, anyway. Her skills are terrifying," Lon'qu admitted.
Lissa smiled; it seemed a bit more genuine. She stretched, raising her hands up to the hot blue sky. Her bandaged, bloody hands reached for the heavens in a strange vision, almost as though she was subliminally begging for her sister's safety. "Soon," he muttered, before he could stop the word from slipping past his lips.
"Did you say something?" Lissa asked, dropping her stretch. The wind was picking up, scattering brown sands. She squinted against them as she gazed at Lon'qu. He realized she was probably expecting some form of response and shook his head at her. Lon'qu didn't want to voice the thoughts threading through his mind.
The sands were whipping up faster now; formerly blue skies dimmed with dust, and Lon'qu squinted his eyes against the gritty, relentless wind. It made him miss Regna Ferox and its frigid temperatures. He vaguely wondered how Basilio and Flavia were dealing with the heat as they marched somewhere further ahead with Robin and Chrom; both had spent most, if not the entirety, of their lives in the snow and cold of Ferox.
It seemed the shepherds plodded on in silence for a while before Lon'qu heard wingbeats. These belonged to a pegasus, and he gazed up as Sumia and her mount hovered overhead. "We're getting close to the Plegian castle," she called down to them. Her hand guarded her eyes from the ferocity of the desert. "Be ready to go. We don't have much time to save Emmeryn."
"No, we sure don't," Lissa remarked.
Sumia landed briefly, leading her pegasus by the reins as she walked between Lon'qu and Lissa. "Don't ever tell Chrom I said this, but I can promise you that this isn't going to be a nice, clean battle. There are a lot of forces gathered around that castle." Without another word, she jogged forward, the pegasus trotting behind her. In a seamless motion, she leapt onto the animal's back and urged it into the sky. The wingbeats cast dust and sand onto Lissa and Lon'qu.
Brushing the sand off, he glanced sidelong at the princess. "I suppose that wasn't a good sign."
"Coming from Sumia? Not really," Lissa groaned. She pulled her leather bracers back on and smiled grimly. "I'm trying to look at it this way. By later today, we should have Emmeryn back. Chrom was talking about swapping stories with her on the way home. So let's go make some new stories today, huh?" she finished.
Lon'qu nodded solemnly and readied a hand on the grip of his Killing Edge. "Yes."
Men: kill him. Kill his sister. Kill his troops and his friends and anyone else you find! Kill them all!
Gangrel's words still rang in Lissa's head, what felt like hours after he had screamed them over the hiss of whipping sands.
If not for Flavia, Lissa knew that Emmeryn would have died upon their arrival to the castle. A well-thrown axe dispatched the barbarian who was about to bear down on her with an axe. Lissa would have to thank the khan later, but for the time being, all hell had broken loose upon this desert.
True to Sumia's word, the battle was certainly not nice and clean. Where the tides had turned quickly in their last battle against Plegian forces, Lissa felt as though she was taking part in the unruliest of melees—or maybe it was that her soul was filled with chaos that everything else reflected it. The whipping sand, kicked up by both wind and wings, cast the world around her in brownish hues. Injury stacked upon injury, and she and Lon'qu were constantly darting across the desert around the dilapidated castle, healing injuries and occasionally relaying messages. Lissa felt somehow trapped in the moment, aware of every particle of sand that whipped her body and every droplet of blood that oozed from her cuts and abrasions, and also felt far away, as though she could watch herself and her allies move like chess pieces on a board. What hand of fate, what god, what cruel bastard had set out this path for her and her family? Should she blame Gangrel, the mad king who had teased them with his vile laughter and callous comments before they had engaged in battle today, or should she blame Naga?
Presently, Lissa felt a sword slice her upper arm as she and Lon'qu sprinted across the sand toward Chrom, who had taken the butt of a spear to the ribs. Sumia was guarding him closely, but Lissa worried they would be worn down too quickly if she didn't heal her brother. Lon'qu dispatched the assailant while Lissa examined the damage almost robotically. The blood oozing from the cut was some of the only color she saw in the surrounding landscape. "Are you hurt?" Lon'qu asked.
"A cut, and it probably won't kill me. Let's just get to Chrom," she added hastily, though her upper arm throbbed.
Lon'qu aided Sumia in mowing down swarming soldiers as Lissa crouched beside her brother, feeding his injured ribs with her staff. "Don't you dare get injured like that. We have to be at full strength to rescue Emmeryn," she reminded him.
He chuckled weakly and rested a hand over his diaphragm. "It's a bit difficult. Gangrel really decided to go for the 'all hands on deck' approach to defeating us."
"If I ever see his face again after today, I'll deck him with...all of my hands. I think that really sounded better in my head," Lissa added hastily as Chrom gave her a fishy look.
The energies ceased to flow, and Lissa stood. Her hair was coming loose of its bindings again, and it whipped around her face. She felt fearless; now was no time to panic. Because that's worked out so well for me before, Lissa thought to herself as she helped Chrom to his feet. "Please be careful," she urged him.
He met her gaze for a moment. Looking away, he gave a nod. Lissa could sense a veritable tsunami of emotion hiding in his voice as he promised, "Of course. You too, Lissa." Lissa stood still for a moment, watching as Chrom turned heel and rushed straight back into the fray. Without a moment more to spare, Lissa took off, too. Lon'qu was in the midst of defeating a mage. He slashed the tome out of his hands and thrust Killing Edge straight through the man's midriff, killing him instantly. Lissa felt vague disgust as she met up with him. "Chrom is better. I'm pretty sure he has bruised ribs, though, and after this battle he really should take it easy," Lissa remarked.
Lon'qu nodded before giving her an odd look. "Your hair is everywhere."
"It is." She ripped a scrap of fabric from her apron and tied it into a low ponytail, but flyaways still whipped around her face. "We have a lot more to do. Chrom might have recruited Libra to help us, but we still don't have that many healers. Let's get moving."
They reentered the fray once more. The sand was clumped and sticky with blood, hindering their progress across the sands. This battle smelled awful; iron, dust, and sweat clogged Lissa's nostrils. She felt nausea rise through her as she blocked an incoming throwing axe with her stave, but Lissa ignored it as she picked up the axe and hurled it right back with a loud cry. Much to her surprise, it ended up buried deep in the man's chest and he collapsed to his knees, his mouth still round with surprise. As Lon'qu routed a wyvern rider that swooped overhead, he glanced at her in surprise. "I think you killed him."
"I really can't think about that right now," she responded almost immediately. "Sully and her horse are down. We have to go help."
The battle dragged on; Lissa wondered if any progress was truly being made. It felt as though she was rushing everywhere and nowhere at once. Bodies of Plegians littered the ground, and more than once she stumbled over bodies that were already being covered by the capricious sands. Lissa wondered about the extent of her own injuries; she had cuts and scrapes that oozed, and her arms were almost numb from blocking attacks aimed for Lon'qu. Pain ebbed and flowed behind her right eye, either the result of grit in her eyes or a stress headache. In comparison to the injuries she healed, however, Lissa felt that hers were mere chump change.
As long as she was standing and her allies were still fighting, Lissa didn't care what she was feeling. Wounds could be healed on the journey home when Emmeryn was safe again.
It was much to her shock when she found herself in sight of the castle's entrance, healing yet another new recruit, Tharja, of a long gash that spread from her left collarbone to just above her right breast. "Don't heal it all the way," Tharja requested as Lissa brandished her staff. "The blood is...exciting," she said with a sick little smile.
"Good thing you're in the middle of this battle, huh? Lots of blood to go around and all." Lissa responded, twitching impatiently as new skin stitched over the wound. She could see Robin, accompanied by Gaius and Miriel, slashing down soldier after soldier. "Is this enough?" she asked.
"For now." Tharja stood and rushed across the sand, that sick little smile still twisting her lips.
Lissa turned to Lon'qu as she jumped back to her feet. "Come on. We have to go over there. We're so close to getting Emmeryn."
"Stay behind me. You're getting reckless," Lon'qu warned her.
The concern in his voice surprised her and pleased her. Surprise quickly melted into annoyance, however; she wanted to argue with him. The words formed on her lips, but she simply nodded. As long as she got to her sister quickly, Lissa didn't mind. Her hair was falling loose again, but she simply ignored it and guarded Lon'qu's back as best as she could. The thought of the Plegian soldier she had likely killed surfaced in her head as she sidestepped another body. She banished the thought. Think of Emmeryn.
Lon'qu and Lissa joined Robin, Gaius and Miriel, now accompanied by Chrom and Sumia as well, and dispatched more soldiers. Lissa healed and defended, her staff chipped all along its body and her hands aching from the constant abuse. The battle was ending in a raging inferno in front of her, and Lissa watched it unfold, almost in an emotionless state.
Gaius was cutting through enemies fearlessly. His usual joviality was gone, and he grimaced every time his sword successfully rended flesh. Robin was near him, firing pulses of spells in all directions, her long, white-blonde hair singed and stained by blood. She had natural chemistry with the thief, easily complimenting his style as they cut down soldier after soldier. The cluster of forts near them was slowly emptied of soldiers. Miriel swung between aiding Robin and Chrom, pulsing fiery energies at enemies that the other four warriors hadn't cut down.
Lon'qu protected her closely as she healed her friends. She stopped paying attention to the flow of the battle and focused on the injuries sustained by her friends. Miriel flopped to the ground nearby, gripping her arm, and Lissa charged for her. She heard Lon'qu behind her, and she looked up to glance at him before she noticed that, aside from one last soldier that was being engaged by Gaius, the place was devoid of life. Emmeryn! Lissa froze in spot, shamefully ready to charge off into the castle courtyard, before she felt a hand snag her by the shoulder and yank her out of the way of an arrow that whizzed past her head. "Don't be reckless," Lon'qu reminded her harshly, dragging her around to face him. His face was twitching with annoyance that broke through his usually cool facade. "You're going to get yourself killed."
Lissa shook off his hand and pointed at the entrance, where Chrom and her allies were swarming in. "Look! It's open!"
Lon'qu's aggravation and dropped and he brandished his sword. There was some ferocity lost in his eyes; Lissa wondered if it was sadness that was barricaded carefully behind his dark irises. Why? "Just be more careful...Lissa. Please." He rushed forward and Lissa followed him into the courtyard.
We're coming, Emmeryn! She charged in after Lon'qu. Tonight, you'll be safe and Plegia will be reeling from loss!
Emmeryn felt immense relief when her siblings appeared in the castle courtyard, accompanied by a slew of allies, some familiar and some new. Though penned in by enemy soldiers from behind, she felt liberated simply at the sight of her siblings. "Emmeryn! We're here!" She shifted her gaze, seeing Chrom stand there with Falchion drawn in front of him. He turned to Robin, a small white-headed figure below. "Robin, the sky's clear! We have to give the signal!"
Hope blossomed bright and strong in her chest for the first time since her capture.
He flashed Falchion in such a way that a bright light scattered across the courtyard, refracted by the sun, and Emmeryn soon heard wingbeats. She turned to see Phila and her fellow pegasus knights flying in high above. Emmeryn almost laughed with relief. "Your Grace!" Phila called, her face serious.
"Phila! I'm so glad to see you're safe! But how—"
Phila cut her off with a quick motion of her hand. "Khan Basilio's men freed me." She reached a hand out to Emmeryn. "Come on, we must hurry!"
A cold roar of anger rang through the courtyard. Emmeryn closed her eyes and swallowed nervously. Mad King Gangrel raised his own sword, a crooked contraption that sparked with magic. "Your damned tactician playing dirty, Little Prince?"
His companion, the white-haired Aversa, grabbed his sword arm and raised her own. "Lucky for you, so do I."
Emmeryn was just about to grab Phila's hand when she noticed Risen swarming from inside the castle, wielding bows. She withdrew her hand and shouted, "Phila, go—"
Phila was unable to escape before an arrow buried itself solidly in her chest. Her face immediately went white. Her hand went to the arrow, as if to pull it out, but it quickly went slack and Phila toppled from her pegasi, who was also shot down the minute Phila began to fall. "No!" she hissed, reaching out for a woman who had been dead at the very instant the head of the arrow began to enter her torso. The other two pegasus knights were felled in the same fashion. "Phila…" she breathed, her hands clutching at her robes tightly as her longtime ally and friend's body hit the ground.
Hope bled from her the way that life and blood had escaped through the wound in Phila's chest. Why? She thought, feeling intense despair. Why must things come to this?
Gangrel laughed that hideous, vile laugh. How dark and twisted his soul had to be, nestled somewhere inside that tortured heart of his. "I believe this is what they call a reversal of fortunes. Now... grovel before me. Plead! Beg for your worthless lives!"
There was some shouting back and forth, and Emmeryn edged back toward the ledge, gazing out over the desert. The vicious winds were settling once more, opening to a deceptively blue sky, punctuated here and there with perfectly fluffy white clouds. A travesty. Such a peaceful sky on such a violent day, she thought, bowing her head.
She focused back in when she felt eyes on her once more.
It was Chrom gazing up at her, covered in dust, blood, and sweat, and weighed with defeat. In spite of this, he started to unsheath Falchion once again as he shouted, "Emm, hold on, I'm—"
"ARCHERS! If this Ylissean pup so much as twitches, let your arrows fly!" Gangrel shouted.
She could feel his despair rolling up, but Emmeryn felt strangely calm, gazing into the eternally benevolent blue above her. In that moment, she knew exactly what needed to be done. Chrom, Lissa, and their friends could not harm themselves any further saving her. There was nothing more to give up. I am but a single life. She found herself gazing down at Chrom, who was shouting at Gangrel while Sumia and Robin held him back, and at Lissa, who held her stave with a tight grip.
Brother. Sister. I am so sorry, but I will not be leaving Plegia alive. It is so that you can, and so that the Fire Emblem may stay safe. I am but a single life, she repeated, and it became her mantra.
Lissa felt pinned, like an insect in a collection, under the eyes of the Risen, from her position behind a crumbled wall. What hope she had entering this courtyard had been vanquished. She dared not move or breathe more than shallow, shaky breaths; she may not be a threat in the way that Chrom was, but what if they interpreted a movement of hers as one? What if she was the one who got Emmeryn killed?
We can still save Emmeryn! Lissa told herself. Lon'qu's solid presence behind her was not enough to quell the fear that was overtaking her once more. Anxiety was about to get the better of her, and she had to force a slow, deep breath to keep the fluttery panic from eating her alive. Stop freaking out! Lissa castigated herself, her hands clenching tightly around the stave. How's that gonna help Emm?
"If you lay down your weapons and give me the Fire Emblem, I'll spare your sister," Gangrel said, snapping Lissa back to reality. "A mere trinket for the life of your sister, Little Prince."
Chrom seemed stricken. He gazed down at his hands. "My duty...or my sister…" he mumbled to himself. Lissa opened her mouth to speak, but Robin cut in before her, her voice beleaguered.
"Chrom, compared to the lives of thousands, one person, any person, is—"
"Don't. Just...don't," he growled, causing Robin to draw away from him with a stricken look.
Gangrel laughed, clapping a hand to his chest. Lissa wanted to charge him, with the sword that hung at Lon'qu's side, and drive it through his center the way he'd allowed archers to kill Phila. An eye for an eye was what this man deserved. He gestured to Emmeryn, standing high above them. "You'd choose a trinket? Over her? Isn't that just delicious? I can't wait to hear what your people will have to say about that one. 'The Exalt is dead! Long live her murder!' Your halidom would implode before you could as much as begin your rule, Little Prince—"
"That's enough!" Emmeryn's voice rang clearly above the ruckus. Lissa's thoughts silenced, and all attention was focused back on her again. Gangrel shouted at her to quiet down, but she simply plowed on. "King Gangrel. Is there no hope for you to listen to reason?"
"You mean your sanctimonious babble? I think not. All I want to listen to is the thunk of arrows, and the splat as you hit the ground…" Lissa felt intense rage burn inside her as Gangrel described the murder of her sister. She inched forward, staff clenched tightly in her hands, and she felt Lon'qu's hand clench hard on her shoulder. Lissa turned, and he shook his head at her. His face was as lined with rage as everyone else's was.
Just as Gangrel finished speaking, Chrom piped up, his voice filled with intense burden. "Okay, you know what? That's enough. Emm, I know you won't approve, but this is my final decision. Maybe someday we'll encounter a situation where the Emblem would've helped. But today, Emm, Ylisse needs you!" He paused to collect himself, and Lissa felt an inkling of hope twitch in her skull. Was she going to go home with Emmeryn today? Would this still happen? "And...Lissa and I. We need our sister. If...if those dark days should come, we'll face them together!" he shouted, his face lifted defiantly, desperately to her.
Emmeryn was silent. Lissa watched as she bowed her head for a moment before looking her brother squarely in the face. "Chrom. Th-thank you. I know what I must do."
She took a step, and Lissa's heart felt to her feet. A stifled gasp went up through the group, and Chrom shouted, "Emm, what are you—"
Emmeryn cast her gaze around the courtyard, still inching toward the ledge. She halted directly at the edge, and called, "Plegians! I ask that you hear the truth of my words! War will win you nothing but sadness and pain, both inside your borders and out. Free yourselves from this hatred! From this cycle of pain and vengeance. Do what you must... As I will do. See now that one selfless act has the power to change the world!"
"Emm, no! No!" Chrom shouted. He burst free of Robin and Sumia's grip and rushed across the courtyard. No one moved to stop him. For Lissa, the entire world froze as her sister moved toward the edge. She paused, gazing at the sky. She seemed to be praying—to whom Lissa could not surmise. Chrom sprinted hard, but there was no way to save Emmeryn. She resumed her walk, and with a strange grace, a grotesque dignity that stabbed Lissa through the heart, she fell from the ledge.
The minute she started to fall, Lissa's heart fell with her. She screamed and covered her eyes, turning away. It isn't real, it's just a bad dream, just DON'T LOOK! Moments later, she heard the body hit the ground. Her tears ceased immediately, and her face began to ache. Her whole body did. Grief, combined with a poisonous hatred, physically hurt.
There was shouting, screaming, and crying. Lissa felt her knees grow weak, and she buried her face, her tears suddenly dried up. Emm! No! Lissa screamed internally.
Gangrel's laugh cut across the grief. "How disgustingly noble!" he shouted, and Lissa looked up, through watery eyes at who she now regarded a true devil. "And so lovely a fall! Here I thought death to be an ugly thing. I've never seen one fall so gracefully, in fact. And I've seen many fall! Ah...so ends Emmeryn, Ylisse's most exalted! But how can we ensure everyone remembers this beautiful moment of her sacrifice? Perhaps we should gather up her body and put it on display!"
"Gangrel! You die today!" Chrom shouted, pointing Falchion at the madman.
Basilio appeared, "No, boy! I secured an escape route! We have to flee!"
Lissa felt Lon'qu's hand plant itself firmly on the small of her back. "Go," he ordered, his voice thick. "We have to go."
"Emm!" she cried, tearing away from him to run to her sister, but Lon'qu caught her quickly and towed her along. "Let me go!" she ordered, trying to struggle out of his grip. They couldn't leave her here among those who had laughed and jeered at her death!
"Don't be an idiot," he growled, his hand firmly clenched around her bicep. "We have to go."
She gave up and was dragged onward. Tears pricked her eyes again. Her parents were gone, and now Emmeryn was, too. The sobs returned, clogging her throat, and she stumbled on into the desert, filled with hurt and grief.
A/N: Hello, my dudes. It has been a while since I've updated, and I apologize. Guess what's gonna happen, though? A double update! Stay tuned!
So...let's see...what's new? I finished my first year of college (woot) and I'm working like 30 hours a week this summer (noice). I've also collectively put in approximately 180 hours in on Fire Emblem: Fates since it's come out, but who hasn't? *nervous laughter* My health also took a decline, and so I've been trying to repair some of that damage. But now I'm golden! I could probably do a cartwheel! Also, I got to see two separate best friends in operas (one was in Romeo et Juliette as Mercutio at the local theatre, and the other was one of the three spirits in Die Zauberflote at her college) and I'm currently doing pit for a musical, so I've been hitting the music hard again. When aren't I, though?
On the other hand, school killed my inspiration; I had to listen to some Awakening OST to regain inspiration for this piece of writing, honestly. And of course, I come back from my hiatus with the shitty, heartbreaking stuff that happens in Awakening. Oyy.
Now, onto some good old Discourse.
My Fates OTP so far is F!Corrin and Shura. Yup. You heard me. Not Corrin and Silas. Not Corrin and Jakob. Not even Corrin and Kaze or Corrin and Rhajat, the Lesbians. No. It is F!Corrin and Shura. He's just so sweet to her, and my first few interactions with him after S-Supporting him made me decide he's pretty much number one for my darling Corrin. Aside from that, I have a few favorites support-wise. I like Hinata, Silas, Jakob, Xander and Niles's supports. I'd also like to marry Saizo, but that would make Asugi my son and I somewhat have a crush on Asugi/Gaius so like what even. Also, Jakob's supports seem kind of joke-ish with Corrin; if they weren't so goofy I'd probably like them a lot more. He's so loyal and good to her; he deserves a little better than just a tea-related support set, you know? I like substance a bit better...oh well! Take everything with a grain of salt!
I'll cut off here. I hope you enjoy this, and keep your eyes peeled for a second update. I won't make promises, but I may have it out pretty quickly!
Take care, and remember to always eat your vegetables.
~Mars
