* AT ONE WITH THE SILENCE

❛ I am Zelgius. If I must split open the heavens and part the very seas to fulfill my duty, I will. ❜

#GENERALZELGIUS ... an independent, private, and, selective roleplay blog for ZELGIUS from the fire emblem series. written by tifa. ( 30+ / she/her / EST timezone )

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Physical touch was something the knight had always shied away from, making him extremely uncomfortable, but in that same vein, he was touch-starved. Perhaps, he was just afraid, because physical touch signified an intimacy between two people, a connection, a bond. He felt that it made him vulnerable, as well, something he most certainly detested. But with his maiden, for some reason, touch came easier to him. Maybe it was because they shared a Brand, and the kinship that came alongside it, they understood well. The only kinds of touches he dared initiate thus far, though, had been a hand on her shoulder, at the back of her waist in guidance, lingering brushes against each other's hands, and arms looped together as they walked, often through the gardens. He grew to crave these small instances of warmth more than he would like to admit. So, when she asked for a hug, it took him aback, the prospect of a closer touch than ever before making him somewhat nervous. He knew it was silly, but he could not help it. How could he deny the Queen though ??? He could not. He would not. So, he swallowed all of his fears, approaching her from the front, and opened his arms wide, closing the distance between them, and wrapping them around her waist, securely, but not too tight that it could be considered inappropriate. Truthfully, though, he was not sure how long the hug should last.....

It was not often that the Queen showed her off side, the side that was imperfect, melancholic, worried, and unconfident. This assembly had been particularly brutal ; she had been bombarded with difficult questions and challenges to her authority and decrees, and it had all come to a fiery end. Zelgius was half worried she would set the room ablaze with one of her spells. He had wanted to step in multiple times to defend her, but he knew it was not his place. He was fortunate enough that she allowed him to live in the castle, but he knew he was not welcome here by some. She adjourned the meeting with no further comments, and he was surprised that she requested him to linger behind. He had figured she would want time to herself, to cool down, and be alone with her thoughts. He supposed he should be flattered, though, that his presence brought a level of comfort to her. ❛ My maiden..... ❜ He only brought that phrase out when they were alone ; it signified a grand intimacy between them. ❛ Are you alright ??? ❜ Concern was laced within every word, pulling down every syllable heavily. He stepped closer to her, a firm hand coming to rest upon dainty shoulders. His teeth pulled at his lower lip, him clearly upset over what had just happened, too. Such a blatant show of disrespect. ❛ They had no business questioning you like that. You have my full support, as always. Is there anything I can do for you ??? ❜

Soren was a brilliant tactician, a man of few words, and one who was shrouded in mystery, much like Zelgius himself. Perhaps this is why he felt an odd kinship with him. Unbeknownst to both of them, that ran farther than anyone would have imagined, due to their blood. Though Zelgius was naturally charismatic and inviting despite his stoic nature, Soren's attitude, frightful faces, and sharp words kept people at bay. But to those who mattered to him, those in his innermost circle, a different personality arose. Though the two were not close by any means, the respect was mutual. They both saw each other's military worth, among other things. ❛ That is the highest compliment, coming from you, and I assure you the same can be said from me. ❜ A rare, genuine smile curled onto his lips.

The delicate aroma of the bouquet of fresh red roses wafted in the air as Zelgius approached, a smile curled on his lips, and a bottle of the finest wine he could find in the other hand. ❛ I think I know you well enough by now, dear Eva. ❜ He let out a chuckle, leaning down to place a firm kiss atop the crown of her head, his cheek nuzzling into her tresses afterwards. ❛ Now that I am here, you can finally relax. How about we crack this bottle open and settle in for the night ??? ❜ He nudged her over to the living area, using his hand to push her down into the couch cushions so she could wind down. He went ahead and prepared a vase for the roses lest they start dying so soon and opened the bottle, pouring them both a hearty glass of wine, and plopping down next to her, offering it to her. ❛ So, are you going to tell me about your day, or do I have to pry it out of you ??? ❜

Zelgius never once hoped that he would receive forgiveness or mercy from Ike due to the ultimate transgression he had committed. He had murdered this man's poor father, after all, the only blood family he had besides his sister, Mist, and all for emotions he could not control. For questions he never knew the real answers to, just filled in the blanks, making himself a victim. He regretted what happened that fateful night more than anything else in his life. It weighed heavily on his soul, a burden that could never be lifted, no matter how many times he had convinced himself it was an accident. Since it happened, he would weep uncontrollably when he would allow himself to feel emotions about it, the sobs wracking through him, wave after relentless wave. Then he would punish himself physically when he could no longer bear the mental repercussions, finding that delving into the physical was easier to handle. Those scars that littered his upper chest and neck were not just from battle.

❛ I know my words are meaningless, after what I have done, but I cannot help but keep apologizing regardless. But, you are right, actions are what really matter, and until the day I draw my last breath, I will prove to you just how much I regret that night, and how I wish to alleviate the pain, if only a little. ❜ His words carried weight ; they were filled with determination, the urge to make himself better, to repair the world and help it heal after everything he had done to destroy it. Even more so, he wanted to prove to Ike that he was still worthy of living, that he had so much more to do. He wanted him to be proud of him. After all, the respect and admiration went both ways.

!!! The statement took the knight's breath away, as if he had been punched, with enough strength to crack through his blessed armor and directly into his ribs, shattering them upon impact. ❛ Aubrey.... you should not say such things. ❜ His voice was gentle, yet chastising, filled with a mix of emotions : disturbance, melancholy, worry. Although he was flattered by the words, the implication of them hurt. He did not want Aubrey to merely exist without him, especially since he knew he was always living on borrowed time as a general in the midst of a war. ❛ You cannot live just for me. You must live for yourself. Please, promise me this. ❜ He wanted to ensure she would be safe, but more importantly, happy, and able to live a fruitful life long after he was gone. ❛ Go on, promise me. ❜ He repeated his words, more forcefully this time, his voice trembling slightly.

The knight had a natural charisma to him ; people were drawn to his quiet strength, his immense power, the low hum of comfort, safety, and wisdom that seemed to emanate from his very being. Though he suffered from terrible self-esteem internally, he never showed it outwardly. To others, he was the picture-perfect image of confidence. He was also adept at solving issues, both his own and others', which made him a prime target for others seeking advice. Which was why it did not really come as a surprise when Scarlet wanted him to stick around when things had gone wrong. He nodded, his hand slowly reaching for her own, giving it a gentle tap before his thumb rubbed circles upon it. A subtle, gentle smile curled onto his lips, emerald hues radiating a deep, genuine warmth. When he spoke, his voice was low as normal, but contained a rare softness to it. ❛ I know what you mean ; you provide the same sense of comfort for me, too. ❜

He nearly choked on his own spit upon hearing the inquiry from the young woman's lips. It completely took him off guard, emerald hues widening in shock, a deer in the headlights, a speeding car in his direct trajectory. ❛ Stella — I am.... really not the person to be asking this type of question to. ❜ He could have written the book about villains, having a ton of personal experience in committing atrocities, even if they were in the name of survival and desperation. Truth is, even though his reasons were justified in his mind, he had helped to almost bring about the apocalypse. He knew morally that it was unacceptable. And here was Stella, having those exact same thoughts as his Master. But he knew this was not the right answer nor the one that she was expecting to hear from him, and by the Goddess, he did not want to disappoint her. So, he cleared his throat and composed himself, thinking of a proper response. ❛ You are a good person to me, and that is what matters most. The opinions of your closest friends and family matter more than those of the large masses. Just remember that, hold that close to your heart, and you will believe it. ❜ Though he struggled internally with that very thing. The truth was that good versus evil was much more complex than originally thought. There was much gray to be found.

You are Athena. 📖

You are the mind that never sleeps, the quiet strategist observing from the shadows of thought. Knowledge is not a hobby for you — it is a discipline, a weapon, a sacred pursuit. You move through the world with precision and restraint, speaking only when your words carry weight.

Serious and composed, you rarely waste energy on noise or chaos. Your presence alone suggests authority — not loud dominance, but undeniable intellectual gravity. Others come to you for guidance, clarity, and truth, whether they admit it or not. Teaching is natural to you; you illuminate paths others cannot yet see.

You are fiercely self-contained. You reveal little, preferring mastery over exposure. Beneath your calm exterior lives a quiet competitiveness — a relentless drive to refine yourself, to be sharper, wiser, more capable than before. When you encounter someone greater, you do not crumble… you study.

Your shadow: Pride and isolation may distance you from warmth and connection.

Your power: Strategic brilliance, disciplined focus, and wisdom that turns chaos into order.

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