* HEROES / FATED

private && selective multimuse rp blog featuring fire emblem and legend of zelda muses. written by kait.

hello, hello! long time no see~! just popping in here to say that i have archived this blog, and plan to move back over to hiiraethus, permanently, with only keeping one muse. 

In that moment, as she peered up at the captain of the guard, one would see a whirlwind of emotions reflected in her eyes. Beneath all the PAIN — the ANGER with her court and their archaic ways, and her frustration with Emrys for giving in so easily — there was that same glimmer of hope. The one she FORCED herself to keep at bay.

But he stopped — his words cut short. And that shimmer of hope DISAPPEARED with whatever words he’d intended to say.

Zelda.

You don’t mean that. Zelda.

You know you don’t mean that. Zelda.

      Zelda….                          Zelda….                                                       ZELDA!

“Stop. PLEASE stop—“ she choked, tired of hearing her own name. When was the last time he’d addressed her as such (outside of the formalities of her court)?

“Of course I do not mean it, but what ELSE do you expect me to say? What else can I say? I am the Princess of Hyrule. You are the Captain of the Queensguard. You said this would never work, and now it hasn’t. So what should I say? What should I do?”

      Oh, how his heart BROKE for Zelda. It hadn’t been his intention to upset her so ---- but still, PERHAPS he could have considered the weight of his words before letting them fall so recklessly from his lips. He wasn’t good at this ; he was NEVER adept in showing his emotions, much less reeling them in once they DID show and began to run rampant. 

      As her words died in her throat, his features morphed and contorted ---- then showing his TRUE feelings. Sadness, anger, RESENTMENT towards the court. He was slipping, he could feel it ; a silent plea was given to the Goddesses to let him STAY in control of himself.

She was not so much focusing on how far he might be behind her. Dodging through the crowed with several ‘excuse me’ and ‘pardon me’ as she passed several people. Some making displeased sounds as she did so and others not caring likely use to such things. It wasn’t until she made her way two or three streets over did she look over her shoulder  to see if he was behind. There was a small triumph smile on her lips on not seeing him.

That was until she felt herself run directly into a wooden cart. The air leaving her lungs as her stomach was squished quite a bit from the impact. Luckily it was sturdy enough to not cause any of the vegetables the merchant had been trying to get across to tumble out. “Oh dear I apologize for that.” And there a few moments pause as the merchant assured her all was well no one or nothing had been harmed. This might have been just enough time for the captain to catch up to where she was as she spoke to the merchant.

      Emrys meandered through the crowd, PUSHING himself through. He didn’t bother with apologies ---- he didn’t have time for such TRIVIAL things, rude as it may have been. It was a split-second decision for him to try the South Road first ; what with all the merchants and customers and plenty of places for the princess to duck under. He could SHUDDER at the thought of her happening into the little alcove that Telma’s was nestled in ---- he didn’t need THAT headache. This little goose chase itself was MORE than enough for the captain.

      A momentary pause, if only to catch his breath ( he was TOO OLD for this ; was he daft to think he’d be able to keep up? ) ---- and emerald hues settled on an exchange between a merchant...and HER. He knew if he had any chance of catching her that he would need to be QUIET and SNEAKY ---- unassuming.

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If he didn’t have a home world to return to, Forwin believed he might just choose to stay in Askr. Out of indebtedness to the summoner and the kingdom’s royals? Seeking glory by fighting back against enemy forces threatening the safety of all worlds? Or, perhaps, indulging in the rarest of opportunities in meeting alternate versions of himself whenever they were summoned?

Oh absolutely none of those, really. His biggest reason to stay would be a simple one: the Aether Resort’s concert hall! This was the place to be if you were a fan or practitioner of the performing arts, and an eager practitioner this bard was.

So eager that he would beat the heavy sleepers to the punch and claim the hall for himself for some solo practice, but he didn’t count on someone else beating him to it.

There was a woman onstage. Naturally, it’s bad manners to interrupt so he kept mum, but… by the Goddess, she moved with such grace and sang with such passion that he found himself silenced and captivated by her. Few were those who managed to elicit such a reaction from the bard, between Manuela leaving a deep impression on him when young and acquainting himself with Azura in recent times.

The enraptured, slack-jawed Forwin could only watch as Olivia danced and cried her heart out…

…but then their eyes met.

      It had taken Olivia QUITE some time to adjust to the Order of Heroes and to Askr itself ; more often than not she found herself completely nervous and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of heroes. At least in her homeworld she was FAMILIAR with the Shepherd’s members ---- here the ranks seemed to be ever-changing with each new summon. It was enough to make her head spin, really. 

      Now, at least, she had found SOME commonality among others summoned. Singers, dancers, and many others who dedicated themselves to the arts. She found it comforting knowing that so many shared in her own interests ---- though it was very RARELY that she sought them out ; in truth, she felt almost inadequate in comparison. Olivia tried to stay out of their conversations as much as possible, USUALLY preferring to listen instead ---- and it was in conversation passing that she learned of the Concert Hall’s existence.

      More oft than not, she found the hall to be too crowded for her liking ; too many people to WATCH her as she practiced. However, in the wee hours of morning, it proved to be desolate. Happily would she wake early if ONLY to practice without anyone’s eyes on her.

      ❝ And one, two, three, pirouette ---- maybe a step here and...here?❞ Olivia spoke to herself as she tried to make sense of a new dance, brows almost FURROWED over amethyst hues. The little sequence was repeated once more as she sang out a melody, eyes going shut as she lost herself ; so in her own world, it seemed, that she gave NO notice to the bard walking in on her show. Her dance then at an end, an almost triumphant smile curled at the corners of her lips ---- it was nearly there, almost perfect! 

      In truth, while she had been IMAGINING a crowd before her as she practiced, she didn’t think there would be anyone in front of her as she opened her eyes. Amethyst optics grew WIDE, brows shot upward, and the smile she wore faded in an instant. Her cheeks felt like they were SEARING. Immediately she had to QUELL the urge to run and hide.

At Seraphine’s response, Zelda quickly shuffled over to her desk so she could begin reviewing the two documents, as discussed. As sapphires skimmed the parchment, brows furrowed in concentration, which was soon BROKEN by her companion speaking once more — words that brought an amused smile to the princess’s lips. “Knowing Emrys, it is indeed possible. It could be one of two things: he either wishes to avoid INTERFERING, or he wishes to avoid having his younger sister circling him while he is ‘hard at work.’ He probably fears you would be a DISTRACTION.”

“I’m fairly certain we won’t get frostbite. But two bowls will work just fine we can both get snow to make the task much quicker.”

“Then we won’t waste too much time in the cold when we go. It shouldn’t take very long we’ll just need something to carry the snow in and make you are bundled up for the short trip.”

The recommendation Elvóthien made was one that had Zelda nodding in agreement. “I do believe you are right, Elvóthien. Keeping the two level does seem to make sense,” she concurred, setting to work on carrying the ribbon to the other wall. Periodically did she look back to eye the garland, wanting to be CERTAIN the level of the two items matched, so as to not throw off the decor.

Oh how the Emrys she described was so DIFFERENT than the one at present — not that this was surprising. He was no longer a boy. He’d grown, and grown to be a FINE captain of the guard at that. Everyone had to grow at some point (or was SUPPOSED to at least), but what she wouldn’t give for just one evening in the presence of a young Emrys — either as a bystander or as a child with equal WONDER at the magic of the holiday season.

“Talkative? EMRYS?” she gasped with mock surprise, though the smile on her lips gave tell of her amusement. “Perhaps he has OVER mellowed,” she jest with a shake of her head, though faint traces of her smile remained. Oh, what a different Emrys than the man she’d fallen in love with.

“I love Emrys dearly, and I wouldn’t want to change him in any way,” she began, taking a moment to reflect on the information Elvóthien had INDULGED from his childhood. “But I do wish he would sometimes be more open with those emotions. I wish he didn’t feel such a STRONG need to hide them.” At times he was like a text scribed in a long FORGOTTEN language, often leaving the royal to ponder over the MYSTERIES that were the thoughts in his head.

      ❝ Oh, yes, that is LOVELY ---- keep it just like that! I can come over to pin it up in just a moment.❞ Delicate hands busied themselves with the garland for a few more moments then, pinning her last section before HUSTLING over to Zelda. ❝ Here, allow me to juuuust,❞ Elvóthien singsonged, pinning up the section of ribbon. Jade hues surveyed over the work they’d done, SATISFIED with how it was coming alone. Nearly done.

      ❝ Very much so! He was ALWAYS going a mile a minute from the MOMENT he learned to speak... Which was in direct contrast to Seraphine, who also learned to talk early, but she was MUCH quieter. More like their father.❞ Elvóthien paused only to snicker. ❝ I think my husband was ELATED when Seraphine took more after him. Were the BOTH of them like me, I am not sure WHAT he would have done.❞ The smile she wore still tugged upon her lips, DEEP in reverie, though she gave the softest of laughs at Zelda’s joke. At times, she often felt the same. Of course, children were SUPPOSED to grow, but Emrys grew up quickly it seemed. Very little remained of the child he was ; at times it made her feel almost BITTERSWEET. 

“You wouldn’t do to well in Ordon if it snowed. The kids loving playing it and dragging others out to play with them.”

“Yes we have to out in the cold. Though, if you really don’t want to go I can go get some for us.”