#ahardmiracle

[text]I hope this isn’t intruding but.

[text]do you think I could call you auntie Emm?

a-hard-miracle said: Woah wut I thot you’d look like Jynx

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Emmeryn looked at the knight unhappily; she looked ready to cry at any given moment. She didn’t understand why, and could only offer her comfort. “Don’t… Cry…” This was a phrase Emmeryn had tended to use a lot since she was found, a fact that quite saddened her herself. “Please… Raise your head.” As she watched the knight oblige, she noticed her beautiful eyes were instead glossed over. “Dry your tears, love…” Emmeryn was unsure about why she chose those exact words, but there was something about the way the knight was crying. It reminded her of something she just couldn’t put her finger on. She lifted her hand, touching to knights cheek and wiping one of her eyes with her hands. “What’s… Wrong?” She asked, concerned. It broke her heart to see anyone special to her unhappy. Of course, she’d only just talked to this woman for the first time, but she had already felt a connection to her.

"Nothing is, Your Grace," she said, even if there was more than enough evidence to point out the contrary. "Worry not for me, please."

Rosa wasn’t prepared to see the only Exalt she and her brother were hopelessly loyal to; if she had the time to steel her heart, she would have put up less pathetic a display towards Lady Emmeryn.

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Emmeryn was silent for a moment. After a short pause she let out a small sigh. “I know… There was nothing… You could d-do… So I do not blame… You, but take your time… Easing yourself. I know… My being here… Is a permanent reminder… Of what… Guilts you…” Emmeryn smiled lightly. Her smile was an innocent, good natured smile that was filled with pure compassion for for the tactician before her, yet also a smile to show strength of emotion and exemplify that there were no hard feelings as if to tell the girl that since she wasn’t unhappy, the other woman shouldn’t be either.

She sighed again silently for a moment, her smile fading, before stepping towards the woman. “I don’t like… To see you unhappy like… This… Please don’t… Cry, or I will.. Too…” Her words trailed off and she hugged the girl before her. Although it was a light hug, it felt as if a thousand feelings transferred between the two. She closed her eyes and her smile returned to her face as the other girl’s head rested upon her shoulder. “You’re very… Precious… To me… I forgive you… Please, take… My forgiveness… So that you… May see… Past this, as I… Have…”

Ever since the day they had found Lady Emmeryn in that mountain side village, Atterria had taken it upon herself to avoid her. It had been cowardly but Atterria just hadn’t been able to deal with the pain and anguish she received whenever she laid eyes upon the royal’s face. She had seen Emmeryn fall that day; she had heard the body hit the ground with a loud thump that still rang in her nightmares. Seeing a ghost of the past had become too much bear at once point that she had nearly done the unthinkable but now…

Atterria raised her gaze yet again, only to be pulled into a warm and tender hug. At first she did nothing but all too soon was inclined to respond according with a hug of her own, she still felt no strength in her legs but she did her best. This was the same woman she had wronged, and she was forgiving her for her greatest mistake; even if she were unworthy… she was still giving it. Emmeryn was truly an angel; a gift sent from above that deserved only the best and by far Naga’s most beloved daughter.

She tried to still her lips, but they wouldn’t stop trembling.Her fingers ran cold at the sight of Emmeryn’s ever-radiant visage, and the familiar weight of a thousand rocks weighed over the Black Knight’s heart. Before she knew it, the woman was unable to even meet their previous Exalt’s gaze, and had lowered her unworthy eyes to green-yellow robes instead.

This was the woman who once saved Rosa and her brother from the depths of insanity and loneliness as child soldiers more than ten years ago, yet she will never remember it.

This was the woman who was once their reason to continue living, and to this day swore fealty to, yet they she will never recall their bygone halcyon days.

Their liege was not Chrom, neither was it their tyrant father— it was Emmeryn, all the while.

—Ironic it was that despite all their love and loyalty, the sibling knights had failed her. They failed her so much that not only did their beloved Queen choose to sacrifice herself, she now suffered as a shadow of what she used to be.

…and not only that, this ghost they still loved had asked to be taught Rosa’s method to kill. A method to quickly analyze and slay enemies. Be it for application or observation, the hands that healed wished to know methods used to shed blood.

Yet, the Black Knight was not one to deny orders; such is the fate of those who chose to serve as tools to their meisters.

Oh, cruel fate.

"…Y-your Grace," Rosa began, the weight already forming a lump in her throat. She had to force herself, to remind herself to straighten her posture and fold her arms behind; an ettiquette observed by all knights that addressed their soverigns.

"I must deny. I-it cannot be taught so easily, and requires years u-upon years of practice," she managed to say, but hell if her throat insisted to just cry. "W-we are sufficient as your protectors"—

Fool. If you were sufficient a protector, Lady Emmeryn wouldn’t need to suffer like this.

She immediately bent over in an apology of sorts, though it was a last-ditch attempt to not shed tears in front of the former Exalt.

"It cannot be done; I apologize with my entire being."