#cysithea

stuff i have worked on in the past few months! some (most?) have been posted in the past as earlier versions.

For however long it lasted, they were happy

This one is a little sad, so bear with me here. Since Cyril's kid isn't here yet, I may revisit this again after they are.

💜Ordelia Family (Cysithea Edition)💚

Kenopsia

n. The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

That's just about the feeling of what it means to be Cyril in this timeline. Lysithea wouldn't be around anymore, perhaps living just long enough to have a child and finally leave the world behind after a few happy years together. Dion would, perhaps, be just old enough to acutely notice the loss. Where she once was, she just isn't anymore. But he would be young and not fully understand, resulting in tantrums and tears of frustration.

It's not really that he would miss his mother, per say. Something -- or rather, someone -- was missing in his life and he couldn't get it back, making him uncomfortable and needy. For Cyril, he'd be stuck raising his little son alone without anyone around to help ease the struggle even a little bit. He wasn't like Rhea; he couldn't soothe the way she did. There wasn't a lullaby sweet enough to work or a nice enough toy the kid would like to distract from it all.

Sleepless nights would be common, as would frustrated prayers.

Lysithea's parents may even try reaching out to Cyril and offer to take Dion off his hands. While he might consider it, he would ultimately not accept the offer.

"Doesn't matter how difficult it's gonna be. Doesn't matter what I gotta do to work this out. Dion's my kid. Me and Lysithea's. I owe it to her to try."

He would instead, perhaps, return to the one place he knew could give him the help he needed: Garreg Mach Monastery. There, he could return to the Knights of Seiros to provide for his boy, all while getting some much needed advice from the priests on parenting a kid like Dion in his unique circumstances. Maybe even writing a letter or two to Rhea, if she writes back.

There is no way I'd scuffle without drawing them.

Garland Moon

When the warm winds blow from the sea to the south of Adrestia, residents of Fodlan know that the rainy season is upon them. Before the heavy rains take their toll, young women hurry to pick the last of the white roses. The ivory buds are woven into garlands and given as gifts to close friends or potential lovers. 

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