fe4 is the best fire emblem

i want every one of your mornings and your midnights, through sun and through rain

does this pairing make sense? no

You want amnesia swap AU? You got it. (AU where Sigurd is the one captured and with amnesia and Arvis making Really Bad decisions only now he is aware of how Bad. Also, Arvis gives Sigurd another name in this).

16. When one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead.

Arvis stares down at the letter from one of his associates in Bellhalla. It is simple, but effective.

‘Prince killed. King ill. Come back.’

He reads it over and over, trying to will the words to be something, anything else. He needs more time, more time to-

“Lord Arvis, is there something wrong?”

Arvis, with practice nonchalance, folds the message and looks up at the now achingly familiar face that frowns in worry. The man is dressed in the black of the Velthomer military, but the red accents of the uniform dim against the sky-like color of his hair. Arvis wonders wryly if love makes all men poets.

“I’m fine, Sieg. Just normal bureaucracy is all.” Arvis replies with practiced control. He had had to keep stoic for worse. “What brings you here?”

The face of the man who is and who is not Sigurd of Chalphy brightens. “I received word of no threats seen along border patrols, as well as no reports of criminal activity in the castle town. Also, Saias told me that yours and his favorite dessert is on the menu for tonight.”

Arvis can’t help but crack a smile, though he felt a terrible pounding inside his head. “I actually don’t care that much for sweet things. He’s welcome to my portion, though Aida would be cross.”

“I don’t think so. It would be a rather silly thing to get cross about.” He replies, before frowning again. He leans across Arvis’s desk and-

Arvis can hear ringing in his ears as Sigurd presses a kiss to his mouth, before pulling away.

“Was that too forward?” He whispers, even though they are the only two in the room. “Though you were smiling, it didn’t meet your eyes, and your forehead was furrowed, and…”