#halfknighted

   .  .  . now, of most people khalid could imagine hearing those words from, ashe was on the top 10 least likely. on the other hand, he was somewhat high up the gullible list, though .  .  .

"No thanks.” Idia knows Ashe isn’t offering, he’s reassuring Idia. Trying to be a good friend and remind Idia, ‘You’re not alone’. It shouldn’t annoy Idia. But it does. It digs under his skin like a bug and crawls across his nerves making him fidgety, anxious. ‘You’re just trying to play hero’ because wasn’t that who Ashe was? The embodiment of the heroes they both adored so much. Only a few times before had Idia seen someone so fitting of the title of ‘hero’. It should have been comforting to know there were heroes in real life. He should be reassured by the fact that he was friends with someone who would surpass him one day, who would surely go on and become a fine hero that the world would cheer for. But it wasn’t comforting nor reassuring. It was infuriating, it was terrifying. It was a reminder of what he couldn’t do, a reminder of his own faults and a reminder of how he failed.

So badly he wanted to hate Ashe to yell at him to leave and never ever come back. But he couldn’t, the bastard made it too fucking hard to hate him. So instead they were friends or as close to friends as Idia could get. They shared interests, Ashe tried to be his hero as he did with many others and Ida resented him for it. Idia didn’t want a hero not even if he needed one. He wanted to be his own hero even if that desire was out of his reach, it was what he wanted.

“I don’t need you watching out for me. I can take care of myself.” As though life just had to prove him wrong he found himself stumbling from his walking position then. If Ashe hadn’t caught his arm he’d have fallen face first into the ground. Idia looks to his arm then to Ashe before pulling his arm away. Not yanking it or ripping it away like he wanted. Just a gentle enough tug to show he no longer needed help standing.

‘i let you down.’

               @halfknighted​.  /  from here.  /  accepting.

‘ ashe. ’ 

rarely is this kind of  softness  given from him  ,  but shez knows a kicked dog when he  sees  one.  but ashe is so  good  ,  only a  true  monster could be mad right now.  a gloved hand finds his shoulder  &  settles there lightly  ,  &  the mercenary offers a slight smile  ,  letting his shoulders down from the line of his ears.

‘ you’re alive, yeah ??  then you didn’t let me down, and don’t act like you did. ’ 

wounds are wounds  &  flesh will heal  ,  but no lives were lost  ,  &  for that he was  beyond  grateful.

he didn’t want to think about having to bury more friends.  shez wasn’t sure he could do that again.

his other hand settles on ashe’s shoulder as well  ,  squeezing him gently  &  lingering there before he can find his words. 

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗅,  packed haphazardly to the brim with sorrows not all of her own.  edelgard thinks it’s her punishment,  very much deserved------  though,  it doesn’t dull the ache in her head,  hiding just behind her eyes.  when ashe speaks,  the pain explodes into starred capsules;  if her rationale wasn’t so muddled with the day’s work,  she might have thought she were dying. 

                how did she let the time slip away from her ? agh, dammit, yoko, you’ve probably kept him waiting for goddess knows how long ! moving quickly through the courtyard of the monastery, the brunette did her best to make her way towards her house’s classroom, knowing ashe would be there waiting for her.

                    it seemed as if her lunch with both annette & mercedes lasted longer than expected ; more than likely because the three of them would prattle on about desserts & meals they’d like to prepare for their class at some point. yet, it was a bit of a miracle when mercedes had realized the time & had reminded yoko of her study session of ashe. bless her very soul. at that point, yoko was hauling herself towards their study location : the blue lions’ classroom.

                    upon arriving to the familiar doorways, hazel optics would notice ashe, waiting for her. clutching her parchment tightly, she’d frown.

Curiosity and all that.

Stacking them in a rather precarious way isn’t necessarily the best method to garner the results he desires but, well. That hardly matters, but for when a book or two drops as he makes his way to the table he commandeered, thudding against the floor. ❝ Would you mind grabbing that for me? ❞ he says to the nearest, he can only presume, student. Without any true expectation that he’ll receive any aid, but IT NEVER HURTS TO ASK. Or, something along those lines.