AQUA.

                                                        HITORI OMOU.

                                                [Promo Template credit.]  

It was perhaps futile, but Azura’s song… The wind only calmed her so much, the peace it brought was fleeting, and the cool waters of Azura’s voice and the words… Remember the words…

Her hands- claws -grip her arms tightly. It’s sweltering. She hates the tail, it radiates heat, but she wraps it around herself, too. Keep it out of the way, coil up, less space, less aggravation.

Even so, soft footsteps rustled in the grass, and the Songstress carefully approaches the dragon princess, stopping in her tracks as she looks down at her dear companion. “Are you alright, Corrin?” She asks. 

❁ | “Corrin…”  

She couldn’t help but feel pity for him. Although Azura expected him to pull away from her touch and distance himself, eyebrows narrowing sadly at his current state. Even if the other heroes and warriors summoned to this world might see this scene that’s happening before their eyes, it wouldn’t stop this songstress from wanting to help him protect his humanity. 

“That wasn’t your fault… None of it was.” Azura says, shaking her head when he continues to pin the blame on himself. The pain cracking in his voice, the tears that went down his pale cheeks, only for blood to be mixed in when he scratches himself with his sharpened nails. This was the work of his dragon blood overwhelming his mind, and he’s barely on the verge of shattering to pieces. 

“Don’t–!” Right away, Azura takes his sharpened hand with her own, not caring if those fingernails would give her any cuts to her delicate fingers. She’s risked her life to bring Corrin back to his senses before, she’ll do it as many times as she needs to, no matter what the cost is. 

“I’ve told you before, no matter what path you should take, I will be right there with you. If there’s too much for you to carry on by yourself, let me help. If I must take your hand to stop you from harming yourself, if I must sing my song until my voice is gone, I’ll do it. So please…listen…”

And with that, she starts to sing a certain melody that had caught Corrin’s attention for the first time in their meeting, Lost in Thoughts, All Alone.

“LET GO OF ME - !!!”

Corrin let out another cry as his hand was pulled away. It sounded aggressive, but was merely a defensive reaction of the silent blood. Had he had any less control of his senses, he would’ve struck Azura without a thought, but instead his hand merely trembled against hers, weakly, the fear and paranoia of striking her again overpowering that baser instinct.

“A-azura… I-i…”

He desperately wanted to just start apologizing, something that would lead him into a downward spiral of constantly seeking forgiveness. However, he remained silent. He was still crying, but the relentless sobbing had come to an end.

As he listened to her sing, he could feel the corrupted blood relent, or at least as much as this twisted form would allow him to be. He felt lightheaded as all the pressure waned, but his breathing normalized and he could just let the tears stream down his cheek as he simmered in his emotions.

Azura began to sing the lyrics of this special song that she herself knew by heart--and with her pendant starting to glow, its powers began to work its magic. Even if it’s just by a little, Azura wanted to help Corrin calm his blood, tame the beast that slept within his dragonic powers.  

“Yet the waters ever change, flowing like time The path is yours to climb...”

She knows the consequences of what will happen to her body if she sings this song while wearing her pendant. She knows the fatigue and exhaustion that will overcome her if she does this for a longer period of time. Azura understands, and yet--she wanted to help. She would continue to sing this melody for as long as she lived, and the Songstress would gladly sing to calm down Corrin’s rampaging blood, to prevent it from going berserk. 

Golden irises blink as she sees Corrin's voice trail upon calling her name, only for silent sobs to escape the prince, tears falling to the ground, some occasionally mixed with the blood he scratched on his face earlier. With her left hand free, Azura takes out a white handkerchief, to wipe away the tears on his face, and dab out any of the blood that stained his pale cheeks. Her right hand is gently squeezed by his, but she doesn’t mind him doing it.

@birthrightforged​ cont. from here!

❁ | This sight was something Azura didn’t expect to witness for a second time, for the first time this happened, nobody knew what was happening. “Ah–!” But now–the Songstress knew that Corrin needed help. She approached him cautiously, though when Corrin’s arm took form akin to his dragonic features, Azura flinches. However, when the prince admitted that he couldn’t keep his mind straight, that was when she knew that she must be the one to help.

Even if Corrin wanted to isolate himself from his berserk power, Azura would never allow that dragonic blood to usurp his mind and shatter his heart. “I’m here, Corrin. You won’t hurt anyone here…not now. Not ever.” She said, now standing before the slightly transformed dragon prince. Seeing him in this state of agony, and how beastly he must look to everyone else in here–it was too much to bear. 

A hand gently reaches out fingertips touching his shoulder. The flames would flicker and dare to burn her skin and clothes, but she wouldn’t mind it. Not when Corrin’s mental state and well being is more important. “We all have things that we’re ashamed to have. And yet…we don’t want anyone to see us at our lowest point.” She says, golden eyes still narrowing sadly at the sight of Corrin’s tears. 

“You are not a monster, Corrin. Nor are you a beast. You’re just scared–afraid of hurting those around you. But you don’t have to be frightened alone. Like I said, I will sing for you, and do everything in my power to calm your mind and heart.”

There was a natural response in him to recoil, to pull away from his dear friend, but he knew only she could truly help him through. In truth, it was not just the inherent madness getting to him. The stares from the others, looking at him in such a way brought him such pain and self-hatred, that the only thing keeping him from bursting into tears was the already unrelenting pain of the transformation itself.

Corrin fell silent and listened to Azura’s words. He was absolutely terrified, more so than probably anyone else who saw him, his body just trembling as the corrosive power echoed from his very being. Hearing her say such things, trying to reassure him and cast aside the shadows that plagued his fragile mind.

He gritted his teeth, the sharpened fangs bared. What were once just simple tears intensified a hand strongly pressed against his own face as he started to cry without restraint.

“I hate this…” he sobbed, “I hate this power… I hate what I am… All the people I’ve hurt… or people who’ve gotten hurt because of it…!”

Sharpened fingers dug a bit into a cheek, making it bleed slightly, blood and tears mixing a bit now.

She couldn’t help but feel pity for him. Although Azura expected him to pull away from her touch and distance himself, eyebrows narrowing sadly at his current state. Even if the other heroes and warriors summoned to this world might see this scene that’s happening before their eyes, it wouldn’t stop this songstress from wanting to help him protect his humanity. 

“That wasn’t your fault... None of it was.” Azura says, shaking her head when he continues to pin the blame on himself. The pain cracking in his voice, the tears that went down his pale cheeks, only for blood to be mixed in when he scratches himself with his sharpened nails. This was the work of his dragon blood overwhelming his mind, and he’s barely on the verge of shattering to pieces. 

“Don’t--!” Right away, Azura takes his sharpened hand with her own, not caring if those fingernails would give her any cuts to her delicate fingers. She’s risked her life to bring Corrin back to his senses before, she’ll do it as many times as she needs to, no matter what the cost is. 

“I’ve told you before, no matter what path you should take, I will be right there with you. If there’s too much for you to carry on by yourself, let me help. If I must take your hand to stop you from harming yourself, if I must sing my song until my voice is gone, I’ll do it. So please...listen...”

                              SING WITH ME A SONG OF SILENCE AND BLOOD.

                                                          [PSD credit.]