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@crownedveil

𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰 𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴, sterile uniformity. Here the clones learned to march in step, to become part of one seamless, moving whole working toward the betterment of the Republic. Those who could not step into the flow tended to stand out – such as a lone padawan in a dark brown robe. 

Shaak Ti approached them at the viewport that overlooked one of their academies. In the room below, young clones worked at their studies in rows, each one sat at rapt attention. Not a one of them was older than five years of age, but they could have matched the padawan in height and demeanor. 

“A far cry from the Temple’s classes,” she remarked, after a moment of quiet observation. She could not rightly say what method was better, and in the end, her opinion counted for very little; their training was a matter of standards set by the Senate, and means outlined by the Kaminoans. Shaak Ti could only do as she had always done since her arrival: watch. And watch she did, until her eyes slid to the youngling beside her.

ASHADSFKJ THANK U !!! honestly I am using my sudden free day to sleep. sleep so much. I am an old hag now anyway so I need my naps....

CRYING............ i actually just have meteor there because i'm writing with my bff @/lunaetis cherche but i guess...

he basically got isekai'd, as is the circumstances of every character in fire emblem heroes. i write him in heroes specifically but i don't mind adjusting him to the other games, i'd just need a refresher.

the summoner basically can someone any warrior of light, he just so happens to be one of the warriors of light that they can pull out from the magic gacha.

i've pulled him from endwalker so he was basically snatched during the events of dragonsong war ultimate, so instead of paladin he's a dragoon, but with the memories, experience and appearance of endwalker!meteor.

i cannot promise that he's emotionally stable.

at first he was really mad about it, because it reminded him of how the exarch did this to him to the point he almost wanted to kill the summoner, but eventually decided it might be better for him to stay awhile because he was really losing his mind back in the source.

he's pretty lonely and misses home, but as soon as he was told that he will be returned to the exact same moment he was kidnapped and time in his world remains unchanged, he decided to just fight as best as he can.

fire emblem verse is basically how hard can meteor steel himself before he has to come back and continue haurchefant trauma simulator? not that he'd remember his experiences in askr... he doesn't have to know.

his combat skills seem to go beyond what we know of dragoon's kit. he mixes the flairs of other disciples he has mastered, such as clemency, using dark side and calling esteem forth, midare setsugekka after completing sets of moves, his limbs being weapons of their own, battle voice to empower his allies.

He recognizes her in an instant. How could he not? Even as he lay dying, the human soul of Anankos pined to see his beloved once more. In any other circumstance, he would’ve run to her side without hesitation and embraced her.

But he senses the tainted power coursing through her veins. It envelops her, smothering the light within her soul and the kindness he’d loved her for. He’s not sure how much of her is left within her resurrected form. Perhaps she is mindless, he thinks. It’d be easier that way. He wouldn’t have to look upon his beloved’s broken body if it had no sentience within it; he could just kill the shell and lay her to rest.

He could mourn her.

Alas, her eyes look upon him with intelligence. He dares to hope there’s recognition in there, too. Maybe this was a miracle -- she was brought back from the dead, and they could join hands and look for their child together. They could be a family again.

He wanted that most of all. 

“Eilidh, please ...”

Anankos never knew when he started crying. Seeing her like this was enough to bring forth the sorrow he’d held within his heart all this time. Being parted from her broke him so, so much. 

“Please, tell me you know me. Tell me you’re still in there.”

“I want to hold you again. You remember that, don’t you? You remember ...”

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@crownedveil​ : ♡ slam dunks the symbol for noctis from miss luna

“ Luna... ” It felt good to be reunited at last — and even better to be able to hear such words from her. Despite the distance that kept them apart for so long, he knew his own feelings for her to be genuine. He wanted to be there for her, just as she had been ever since they were but kids. He wanted to make her happy — free from this nightmare that tormented them, that wished to capture the both of them.

He’d fight their fate right by her side, no matter what the prophecy said.

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She shouldn’t be here. It was IMPOSSIBLE, no matter how active a person’s imagination might be. When he first caught sight of her, he thought it was a trick of the light. He thought, perhaps, it was the blond of Prompto’s hair that turned his thoughts to his oldest friend. But when he turns to face that shock of sunlight in the perilous, unending darkness of this ruined world, he cannot hold back a smile.

Maybe this is a trick of Ardyn’s. Maybe it’s a daemon taking a form meant to manipulate him. 

But those thoughts—the ones that make sense—do nothing to stem the tide of relief that washes over him at the mere sight of her.

“Luna...!”

The name comes out in a gasp, but there’s no mistaking the glee in his voice as he breaks out into a run towards her. He stumbles once, then twice, but still makes it to her side without ending up on the ground first, throwing her arms around her in an embrace that surely—surely!—shouldn’t be happening. 

Lunafreya had died. She had died for him, to save him. And here he was, getting ready to squander that sacrifice. 

“How? How?” 

Tears cling to his eyelashes, just a breath from falling down his cheeks. 

“No, uh— Don’t answer that. To hell with how,” he says, the last words barely above a whisper. Did it matter how she was here, whether she was meant as a distraction sent by Ardyn or a ghost meant to remind him of what was necessary? He got to see her again. One last time, before the end, he got to see her again. 

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