"Am i supposed to just let you go?" For Silas/M!Corrin? c:
"Am I supposed to just let you go?" Silas/M!Corrin, 1.4k from this ask game
Around two weeks after his coronation, Corrin is sitting behind the Vallite throne.
Itâs sorta cozy back here. Not entirely comfortable, since itâs all just hard stone and dust. But itâs not so bad either, he means that. Corrin doesnât mind curling up so he can fit in the little spaceâit's wider than you might think, too. And itâs much cooler sitting on the ground, which he's enjoying to the very fullest.
âYâknow,â comes Silasâs voice suddenly. âThis is a weird place to find you.â
Corrin grins from ear to ear. âSilas!â He's peering over one of the sides of the throne, half-smiling. Heâs got a tilt to his head, and Corrin tucks his legs in closer. âI guess so. I thought I saw somethingâand I did! Valla has super weird bugs, did you know that?â
Silasâs eyes move up and down the back of the throne Corrinâs pressed to, and also the wall heâs squished against. âAnd so you stayed back here becauseâŚ?â
âOh, I dunno.â Corrin licks his lips, trying not to gnaw on themâCamilla always used to get on him about that. Which makes him scrunch his nose. âValla can get pretty bright in the afternoons, donât you think?â
Silas looks at Corrin for a second, leaning more into view. Heâs wearing Vallite clothes, draping and silky fabric in soft whites and blues. It suits him, Corrin thinks, it matches his hair. Silas settles down next to Corrin, which makes him snicker, scooting over to share the space.
âMaybe the bug will come back, then you can see,â Corrin says. âIt was spiny, but also, um, translucent? And green! So weird.â
Silas doesnât look quite as thrilled, and he narrows his eyes. âItâd better not bite, though.â
âOh, yeah.â He didnât even think of that. âThat might be creepy.â
Theyâre quiet for a long beat. Corrin doesnât mind too much, he was being pretty quiet before Silas came over, after all. And Valla tends to be a quiet place, anyway. You can hear your echo for ages in a palace like this, so wide and so empty. And for a long time, Corrin was used to something just like that.
Silas settles in some more, and he glances over at Corrin. âYouâre missing Nohr, arenât you?â
Corrin deflates. âAm I that obvious?" Silas nods, and Corrin pouts. Heâs not used to how bright Valla gets, or the long white stones, or the vast, vast sky. âOh, but I miss Hoshido, too. Even if I wasnât there long. Maybe itâs more like I miss my siblings.â
Silas takes his hand and scratches the back of Corrinâs head gently, and Corrin ends up just resting on his shoulder as he does. Itâs a nice feeling, relaxing and comfortable. And once Silas stops lets, he lets his arm sit around Corrinâs shoulders. Thatâs a nice feeling, too.
Corrin takes a deep breath. âI know that Valla is supposed to be my home,â he begins, talking quieter. âBut it doesnât feel like that yet. I keep thinkingâhow am I meant to be a king of somewhere I hardly know? I want to be, and I want to try, butâŚâ
Silas leans down so his cheek is pressing against the side of Corrinâs head, a little bit nestled in his hair. He narrowly avoids Corrinâs crown, which is good, since Corrin knows from experience that it really hurts if you poke it. They sit there, pretty much hidden from view, no more bugs in sight.
âIâm not sure Iâm wise enough to give you a proper answer,â Silas says slowly, and Corrin snorts a laugh.
âNeither am I. Guess weâre stuck.â
Corrin taps his feet up and down on the groundâsuch a stony and smooth surface. This isnât the old throne room, since that one got smashed to bits when they fought Anankos. They did some reconstruction on the palace before Corrinâs coronation, and they moved all the fancy stuff in here. Stone walls, stone floors. Some parts are dirt, too. But not in here.
The reconstruction in general has been going okay. Xander and Ryoma granted some temporary land for refugees to stay at while Vallaâs being reforged. It was going to be permanent, but a lot of people said they didnât want to leave their homes forever. A lot didnât want to leave at all. And Corrin thought, well. Thatâs understandable. These people have already been through so much. He shouldn't take their home away, too.
Corrin really is a complete stranger here. He doesnât know whatâs best for Valla yet. Letting the people guide his hand is the best heâs got, but that wonât be enough forever. He needs act like he belongs here, and he needs to be the one whoâs leading, rather than being led.
âDo you miss Nohr, Silas?â Corrin asks. Just like how Corrin doesnât want to force people out of their homes, he doesnât want to force anyone into them, either. And Silas, even if heâs dressed head to toe in Vallite garbâthis isnât where heâs from.
âSure,â Silas says with a shrug, and Corrin frowns.
âJust âsure?ââ
âWell yeah. I donât think too much about it, honestly.â
Corrin turns more towards him, lifting up his head. âWhat? You grew up there! You fought for it, even.â
Silas raises his eyebrows. âI fought for you. The whole time,â he says, which makes Corrin close his mouth entirely. âSo if youâre here now, so am I. Easy. Not much to miss.â
Corrin starts to fiddle with his hair, and Silas kinda nudges him closer, so Corrin lets himself flop back to where he was. âI was⌠Going to tell you to go back if you needed to, but. Do you not need to?â
âGo back? And let you run a whole kingdom by yourself?â Silas asks, and Corrin lets out a breath of air in a buzz. âAm I supposed to just let you go? No way. I'll stay put.â
Corrin hums, and itâs kind of defiant one. âI just donât want you to end up homesick like me,â he says honestly. âThis isnât supposed to be your home. I donât want Valla to be such a confining place again.â
Corrin canât let it turn into that. So it would be really hypocritical to keep anyone here who didnât want to be. Even if that doesnât entirely exclude himself. But, wellâCorrin doesnât exactly not want to be here, either. Heâs just in a really awkward in-between phase. A rock and a hard place. A throne and a wall.
âEh. Who cares,â Silas says, super casually, and Corrin squints.
âWhat the heck?â But Silas just goes on.
âI donât! Itâs not like Nohr is that far. It isn't gone.â He sighs, and he shuffles his feet around. âAnd maybe Iâd rather sit with you behind a dusty old throne, anyway. Even if itâs really dusty.â
Corrin laughs a little. âYeah, I think I can feel a sneeze coming on,â he says. âLetâs get out.â
Silas helps Corrin up, since Corrin was a lot more wedged in there than Silas was. But when Silas tries to let go, Corrin doesnât, grinning widely and squeezing his hand. Silas huffs a bit, but heâs got a grin, too. He holds Corrinâs hand right back.
And then he looks really amused. âYou are crazy dusty,â he says, looking Corrin up and down. And now that Corrin notices, yeah, he really is.
âOh, man.â Corrin tries wiping himself off with his free hand. âMaybe I should get back there with a broom sometime.â
Silas makes a face. âAre you planning on sitting there again?â Corrin laughs sheepishly.
âNot really. But maybe for the bugâs sake!â
Silas shakes his head. And Corrin, he thinks heâs really glad Silas is here too. Like he said, heâd let him go if he wanted to be anywhere else, but⌠Corrin doesnât actually want him to leave. He didnât want anybody to leave. But at least Silas stayed.
Maybe itâs really true that neither of them are all that wise. Maybe Corrin only barely fits into the shoes of a king, and maybe Silas has suddenly become a knight without a war to fight in. Neither of them are completely in their proper places right now. Itâs not at all what they prepared for.
But, still. Heâs nice to be around. Silas always tends to give Corrin some wiggle room.
And Corrin wouldnât trade him for anybody.







