𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞!

hlycrwn‌:

just a heads up that while i do plan on being here as i can be  ,  im getting on a plane in a few hours and heading over to see  @axewinged   &   @dicyde  for a good week or so !   my presence in general may b a bit sparce b/c of that but i’ll b here  /  discord as available ofc they are just my top priorities aaaaaa

YESSS!! i will also be more sparse for this reason im sooper excited!! :DD

                              `   while i appreciate it, i don’t need your help, you know.   `

SMALL IN STATURE as she may be, a reigning warrior dictates within. it is her turn to scrub the dining hall’s floors, & what she deems as a simple task, she shall complete with utmost fortitude. if somebody else steps in to help, that is, she may not receive all the glory that comes with its pristine make-over. 

            `   i’ve done this countless times, & i’m sure that i can do it myself. perhaps you should help with something else. do the dishes need doing ?   `

` O-oh, well I . . ’   Ah , shucks ———— perhaps it were rude to intervene with matters he wasn’t asked to assist in.

They wring their hands like a sopped rag , a worrisome habit.  ` I’m sorry , all this work just seemed like a lot for just one person . . . I thought i’d —   ’  Quick to the defense as he’s cornered , and he realizes that as quick as they spill out his lips. So Kamui stops , instead sighing out the jitters as opposed to letting them ramble out as if each letter were falling down a staircase. 

                                                       𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞  .   /  𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈   .

Ah , his heart sunk to the pits of him , rippling amid the tides of acidic pang. It’s true that the fangs bared behind other’s lips weren’t always as kind , as trusting , as naive as Kamui were ———— and perhaps that’s not always a bad thing , but . . . Was there truly a wrong in benevolence? He’d yet to find the faults.

War wasn’t kind and molded the pawns of it just the same. Yet , yet . . Kamui refused to be another wooden sacrifice on a checkered field meant for gain. He fought for the legs he walks upon so that he may go against the animosity. 

So he smiles at Suzaku still , for he does not fault his comrades for their circumspect. Never will he regret his decisions. His ignorance may play a questionable hand against those more experienced in leadership , but Suzaku was a valuable addition to their arms ———— and he’ll fight to prove that.

                                         𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  .  /  𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  .

Blood under his nails , blood wedged into his teeth , blood stained underneath the souls of his feet. He cut the insides of his mouth sucking the elastic gore flossed into his bite , and his lips quivered. Kamui was shaking like a lost puppy. Everything hurt. 

Wings soaked back into his shoulder blades , a rambunctious tail slithering back into his spine , the cacophony of terror still sound in his skull. And oh , how he ached , his lungs were sore and his back whined like a creaky door as he tried to stand upright. Their gums throbbed with pulsating pain as his fangs sunk like quicksand back into his jaw.

Kamui breathes his first breath of recollection , stability. Nails were caked in darken red , and he stared at the way it wove into the prints of his palm , like veins with millions of tiny little hands , dry and cracked in some areas after they’ve coagulated. 

He couldn’t hear him at first. Kamui’s red eyes were glossed in a burned haze , like a teddy bear lost to a wildfire , marbles void of the life they once held  ———— and he hears the sound of skin sliding down his antlers before he hears their voice.

` Huh . . .  ’  He finally lugs a heavy stare away from his disgusting claws. He was searching Dimitri’s face for something to hold on to , blinking , and blinking , and blinking , and he sees him at last. 

Their palm was so warm , so kind , and he leaned into the touch like an animal , eyes shivering as they shut and a shaky sigh exhaling again. Kamui was scared of the dark , however , and had no heart to meet Dimitri’s eyes. Beautiful , he says , and Kamui wants to laugh.

But his throat is too dry.

     “…” A dulled gaze on the now limp body in hand – a twitch of his lip. Then, an emptied lump dropping to the dirt – followed by the beast’s displeased snarl. “I wasn’t finished.”

With each pant came a dull sting of dried excursion from their throat. They swallow back the urgency , throat bedded with sore irritation. Against their bodies will , Kamui stands straight , collected now ———— and marries their brows together at the gut-wrenching pile of gore soaking into the soil like rain.

“I’m practicing here.” 

        ‘ I’ll be alright.. just exhausted. are you hurt?’

                                              𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭.

Unlike in his original canon , Kamui cannot fully turn into a dragon in his Fire Emblem : Three Houses verse. The experiments he went under stripped the pigment from his hair (it was originally black) , and with a second crest woven into his blood , they had attempted to enhance his strength. More specifically , they wanted to further draw out the power of the dragon within him. It worked! However , it goes out of his control. As his teeth grow sharp , his gums grow sore , as his antlers sprout , he bears migraines , has his wings unfold , his back curls over , agony consuming him , as his tail grows he loses balance with the weight of it , forced to succumb being on all fours. His claws are one of the only things that do not cause him direct harm , but he does have to file his nails back down when his fingers return to their normal length.

All conscious awareness of himself disappears.

His whole body aches as a result for long thereafter. The only way to control this side of him is to let it consume him , and for him to reign control over himself again. But he’s scared , and others are scared of him. It mostly triggers itself , as opposed to being something he summons at will. Mostly through immense emotion , such as fear or anger , does it emerge from him.

There are often times he tries to practice ruling over it , because he fears the day it’ll rule over him and he’ll inevitably bring harm to others. So he wanders far away , far away , to train and combat with his self restraint. He’ll come back to the monastery , sore , sunken , bruised and cut up. Sometimes the only way to calm himself back down is to wear it out of him , in the nicest of terms. He doesn’t always win.

As for his normal , physical appearance , he unfortunately does withhold rather abnormal attributes. His eyes are red , pupils like slits , long ridged ears , his canines are the least noticeable as they are relatively the same as a humans , just slightly bigger. His fingernails are for the most part filed down to a normal length.

In short , he does not have complete control over himself , especially pre-timeskip. As time wanders to post-time skip, he has better manipulation over his powers and uses them to his advantage , however , sometimes the aches still follow.

“    What about his clothes?  What happens to those once he transforms?    ”