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@bladebreakcr​​ said: "...And then I set everything on fire and ran away with you." Blank, near comical in its delivery as he tilts his head back to set on the tree's trunk. It was a still day, nearly manipulating in it's peace during wartime. He drums his fingers on his arm, looking back to him, "...It was just a bunch of priceless ancient scripture I burned--nothing of much value."

☀️ — THE SKY BURNS IN THE DISTANCE, BUT HERE IT IS PEACEFUL. A foolish man would believe nothing was wrong at all, in fact. But the curse of otherworldly perception keeps Byleth from feeling completely at ease, even for a moment. The trials of war rattle in his bones, boil in his blood. A STIFFNESS holds his muscles firm, but still is is nigh imperceptible to the average person. His father, resurrected, always saw it, however. Still looking upon him threw him in a daze. Still, believing his is truly ALIVE is nearly too strange to comprehend. 

But after a brief but tearful reunion, all that remained slipped back into view. Joy must be rationed in times like these, and while his father’s presence was a relieving freedom from burden, they had much to discuss. Stagnant as they are, they found it best to find a place in nature untouched by war - lamenting, explaining, learning. 

He lay upon one of the swooping branches of the elder willow tree, cradled in it’s arm, as if nature itself wished to see him at ease. One arm hangs from the height, the other resting on his chest as he watches the thin leaves sway gently in the breeze. SHE DID SOMETHING TO YOU, I KNOW SHE DID. Bitterness clings to his father’s lungs, bleed out when he breathed. He knew it. He felt it too. 

     ❛   AND ?   sounds  to  me  like  it  wasn’t  worth  all  that  effort .  i  mean ,  did  you  even  really  gain  anything  from  it ?   ❜

Tri-Crescendo / Eternal Sonata // @bladebreakcr​ // accepting

🌿 — “Ah, you’re thinking about that again?” 

Her head lifts from where it lay upon his chest, arms folding to replace it. He made a good platform, given how much broader he was. Still occasionally her hand drops to brush along the grass beneath them, picking at blades, rolling pebbles over her thumb. Her husband could be SORROWFUL, as if he’d lived a thousand years, bore the weight of every battle of every war ever fought. Perhaps this was common amongst old soldiers, but she had to wonder what kept his mind so fixated on the hows and whys and whats of war. 

“‘I’m the big bad boy and I want the world to be this way’ — NO I’m the baddest boy and I want it THIS way’,” her voice adopts the lowest, manliest tone she can manage, picking up two pebbles and smashing them together. “Raaaaawr we’re the baddest boys in all the land and no one could possibly have a point of view better then US.”

WHOMST GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO ATTACK ME THIS WAY?

Send me “What’s our songs?” and I’ll answer with one song that reminds me of our muses past, present, and future — ACCEPTING @bladebreakcr​ 

PAST: Nancy Sinatra — Bang Bang 

PRESENT: Dark Souls — True Colours (Cover) 

Reach Her // @bladebreakcr

The sound of his voice always made her snap to attention. Honestly, Leonie didn’t think she’d ever have another chance to meet the man who saved her village and taught her so much in so little time… But, here they both were, walking the very same grounds, training in the very same yards. It was… almost like a dream come true. Almost. Jeralt was always so busy… and he had his kid taking his attention, too. If she was just a bit stronger… a bit more experienced, maybe she could travel with him, doing mercenary work, just like–

For once, the lion cub managed to earn her idol’s attention for the afternoon. Classes were over and done with, so it was time to train! Books weren’t exactly her forte… she felt far more confident with a spear in hand than a quill. But, staring at the veteran warrior before her, armed and ready to battle, was enough to shake even her confidence. Goddess, how was she supposed to spar with him without getting knocked flat?? That was when his voice pierced through her thoughts. For a moment, she had to wonder just what he meant. Be present? But, she was already here and– OH LORD THERE’S A SPEAR IN HER FACE.

Staring in awe at the weapon mere centimeters from skewering her brain, Leonie finally realized what Jeralt had meant. She had let her thoughts and insecurities distract her… She lost focus. Physically, she was present, but mentally she was not. Despite staring death itself in the face, she offered a firm nod, surprisingly unshaken… If anything, his maneuver had lit a fire within her. The cub would become a lioness – the girl would become more – one step at a time.