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@eirikc || Casts the First Flame

Leo’s eyes followed the gaze of Eirika’s. His eyes landing upon a red haired fellow that seemed keen on chatting it up with the princess’s brother. She’d been staring at the man for five whole minutes. Her facial expression often shifting time and time again - usually into a look that Leo simply couldn’t place.

“Are you frightened by his presence? Is this another Valter situation?”

No, that couldn’t be it. If that were the case, Ephraim wouldn’t have looked so elated to be talking to the other.

“Why don’t you just go and talk to him?”

  In all honesty, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Maybe it was because her throat clenched up seeing others from her home come to this world, afraid that her eyes were cruel and playing tricks on her... having been so long since she had last seen the rolling plains of Renais, her vision accustomed to the territories of Askr and Embla. Fingers curled slightly as a small sigh slipped between her lips.

  Hearing a familiar voice in her presence, quickly turning to see a prince of Nohr. She hadn’t meant to be staring, embarrassing her a little as she tried to quickly regain her composure.

                      ‘ Oh...! Not at all. Seth is a very good friend of mine... ’

  Her words trailed off, still a little off guard at the whole situation. Maybe she was homesick? Or maybe it was just the nostalgia of home that lingered on her breath. Giving the other a melancholic smile she replied,

I’D WRITE YOU LOVE LETTERS EVERYDAY IF I COULD

W-WTF MIMI,, I COME BACK AND SEE THIS??? I’M BLUSHING LIKE CRAZY PLS!! 

five little words || accepting.

  War was not kind, tearing apart the continent and its people, as the problem they faced was bigger than Renais in it’s entirety. They were only so young, thrust into a world of chaos, with little time to process anything before it all came crashing down like the weight of the world suffocating her. Memories mixed with tears and bloodshed, fleeing her home only to watch her kingdom burn, and their father with it– how she held her tears in for such lament was a burden on the battlefield.

  Her brother had been gone, unknown if he should be alive or dead– thoughts of such a terrible outcome had intruded her mind, fingers gone numb at the thought of the loss of her dearest brother as well… she had barely a moment’s rest to lament over their father, holding a burning sensation flaring in her chest… the moment she saw him, she had wanted to speak her mind– biting her tongue to save such words for after their battle… after all…

                                                  He had come to help her.

  What once held her stature high, a facade pretend like she had any clue what she was doing, unfit for a war, yet a spirit so fierce– unable to turn a blind eye to it. She had only tasted so little of what the war truly had to offer her, and yet she had already grown tired, knowing she was far from the end. She had worked so hard to change her ways to fit such a situation… and yet… her brother’s words still melted her demeanor. 

                                        ‘ …I…I missed you too… Brother… ’

  Tears could be only held for so long, trickling down her cheeks, lips parted with no words to fill her hear, escaping her with her hands clenched against her chest. She could only express her joy and sorrow through her tears that were withheld from the battlefield, unwavering to show her weakness only in front of her brother… after all… he would have seen right through her anyway…

five little words || accepting.

  Lips fell silent for a moment, tension in her muscles shifted as her fingertips became numb. She knew that protecting everyone, was idealistic, a dream far beyond her reach, grasping at straws– unease clenching her throat, as if to strangle her from speaking. War would be war, she couldn’t run away from such a fact… an expression wrung with guilt as she gazed at the gash. 

  Her mind assured her that it wasn’t her fault, that such was bound to happen– and yet she couldn’t shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach, churning as her fingers curled, holding back her immediate response, biting her tongue. 

            ‘ …Are you sure ? It doesn’t look like just an ordinary cut… ’

  A small smile of empathy peaked through her grim look, a mix of melancholy and apology, hoping that she could help in anyway, after all, feeling somewhat responsible for the problem she felt she had caused… she fought to protect her allies, ones that were dear to her, ones that also stood up for a similar cause that they believed in…

name: Nina / Neil / Yumi  nickname: the closest thing I can think of is sis age: 21 faceclaim: Shouta Sodou pronouns: he/she/they height: 5′7″ birthday: My birthday is in August ! aesthetic: pastel colors with soft shapes, good wholesome platonic sibling bonding in media last song you listened to: NDRV3 - CLIMAX REASONING

favorite muse(s) you’ve written: @eirikc is still currently my favorite, but a muse that I’ve really enjoyed was probably some of my DR muses.

what inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): Well, I didn’t know how this was gonna turn out, but I remember getting interested in Sacred Stones because I ended up pulling an Eirika from the Princess Box from way back when Heroes was still just a baby. I honestly had really no clue who she was so I ended up deciding to try out FE8 via my VBA, since I had the time and I was really curious about the older FE games (since I got into FE via stealing my little brother’s copy of Awakening) and honestly I just? fell in love with Eirika as a character. And decided to jump the gun a little, making a blog for her without having even finished the game, but honestly it was a journey for me, learning how to write her character while having a fresh image of her character in my head as I played along was a really nice experience. 

Eirika is a very inspiring person to me, someone who never gives up even with the odds stacked against her, even when she’s taken advantage of, she still keeps her heart in the right place, and grows from it. She’s a very strong person, admittedly someone that I look up to her character traits, and one of my favorite fictional characters ever.

what’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: I don’t really have a lot of ‘inspiration’ from writing as much as I do with art, but I’d just say all of my friends? They’re all wonderful in their own ways and I think it’s a great community to surround myself with and help to inspire each other.

favorite types of threads: I’m not rly picky? Shoot for the stars, follow your dreams type of person, so nothing is really something that I’m against anything, if I had to pick something it’d probably be just threads with interesting dynamics, with the characters working really well off each other, and make things that would be normal more interesting.