#philialdevotion

"You? You wanna be my dad?" Cynthia's eyes are pure glitter. Phila is like, the greatest pegasus knight. She's everything. She's even better than Mother, if that's even possible! And Phila wants to be her dad?!

PEG KNIGHTS!

leto river crimea they/them class: pegasus knight -> falcon knight (lance + staff) -> seraph knight (lance, staff + sword)

reserved and quiet but far from shy. has great expectations on their shoulders from both parents and intends to meet them all.

studious, hard-working and very, very serious

has probably never told a joke in their life. might have laughed lightly at one or two

most often trains with phila growing up, elincia teaches her kids to fly but would honestly rather they didn't fight

but leto has dreamed of joining the royal knights since they were old enough to say the word knight

definitely prefers the company of animals to people

a skilled equestrian as well as pegasus rider, would probably rather a life training horses and pegasi than at court if they're honest

however, they accept the importance of their royal duties and take great pride in their people

idolises both of their mothers!!! wants to be just like them

makes friends very, very slowly. takes a long time to defrost but if you burrow through their walls then you have a loyal friend for life

definitely reads whatever the fe equivalent of warrior cats is. definitely will not admit to this fact

"accidentally" adopted a puppy at garreg mach

they're excited to take archery and authority classes at the monastery

healing/faith magic doesn't come naturally to them and is more of a budding talent they develop over time

secretly wants to be a mage but is uh... pretty darn terrible with offensive magic actually

reactive and impulsive in the face of danger. prefers to skip the talking and handle things with the point of their lance

a little embarrassed by how hot-headed and easy to anger they really are

doesn't have much of a sweet tooth but likes collecting fruit to share with their family

[ edible enjoyments | Still accepting! ]

pan dulce - do they have an "i can fix them" complex? or are they one that needs to be fixed? if neither, how do they feel about the idea?

[ Her partner was never the problem. If he cannot notice her attempts, then she is simply the one doing things wrong. Multiple times, Faye states her reason for fighting and triumphing on the battlefield and yet he never notices. They were trained together as kids and held a bond in battle for so long, and he just never got it.

But he didn't need fixing, it's her own fault! She needed to get better, get stronger for his sake. Stronger until he could no longer ignore her strong and pure feelings. Maybe this whole war thing is getting in the way and he just wanted a reminder of the simpler things in life. Sharing meals...she can cherish in those moments for him.

Faye: Well! Remember when you sat next to me at dinner yesterday? You gave me that leftover heel of bread you didn’t want! Alm: You’re excited about…bread? Faye: No, silly! You touched my hand! …I was up all night thinking about it. [SoV Alm/Faye B Support]

It's always important to aim for a goal, right? Well then, she would simply make him her goal! Eventually she can catch up, eventually she can reach the goal and happy ending that she (and he) desired!

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She missed being able to take recruits on their first flights. Introducing them to the intoxicating rush of wind whipping hair around your ears, the swooping delight, sweetened with anxiety, of relying on the creature beneath you to continue defying the laws of nature.

But, she now realised that delight was a candied poison. An untouchability that need only be disproven once.

If she was to regrow the Knights from the blood-soaked ground up, then she would do it differently. She would ensure her past mistakes never cost anyone their lives again.

Unfortunately, her well-intentioned attempts were belied by a fizzing boredom that left her staring unblinking at a lesson plan. So far all she'd written was: Lesson One: Safety Precautions.

Well, she was never a solo flier. There were many instructors dotted around this academy. She would seek one out and ask their help.

Pacing the halls of Garreg Mach, she eventually lighted on a classroom which was buzzing with activity. Perfect. She lingered in the hallway, the echo of a shamefaced youth ejected from class for bad behaviour.

The class was dismissed, and she slipped into the room. Like a magicians trick, the disappearing students revealed their professor. A professor with a very recognisable collar bristling with eyes. A... Plegian? Her muscles tensed on instinct. Fear and Plegia were practically the same word in Phila's vocabulary. They had killed her. They had... Her Exalt...

But she knew that Plegia was not its King. Just as the previous Exalt had not been hers. She could be civil. Emmeryn would want her to be civil.

'Pardon, I had some questions about... lesson planning.'

After the revelation, her words felt leaden, completely unable to articulate the shock that had slammed into her like a blow to the shoulder.

Teaching is a fickle, inching trick of light. He can't say for sure that he knows how to capture it, but in his own strange way, he knew how to wield it. For light, you bring up a receptacle of light—a mirror canted at an angle to bend its intangible existence. But for teaching, you must conjure some kind of receptacle of learning—a candle, a rose, a fire-proof mannequin. Something a little silly, something a little meaningful. The kids here are different now, but in a sense that they felt like different faces with the same souls. He couldn't really put his finger on it, but at least they were willing to give his classes a shot. (And let's forget the broken windows lining his classroom for a moment, shall we?)

It's interesting actually. No teacher here wanted anything to do with him. He had an easier time with the clerics, priests, and the psychologists over another colleague in his ranks. (But he couldn't blame them; not when Henry was barely a professor at all, let alone a capable one.) Maybe he could give Rhea a ring. Hang that noose over her head, and have a cup o' tea or something. But hey! Would you look at that! A sorry soul inching through the door! He straightened up, shard of broken glass glittering in his hands.

"Ahaha~ Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that." But, he was already teeming with curiosity; could it be that she wasn't afraid of him? She looked a whole lotta fun—like maybe the Cherche-type of fun. Stern, polite, and scary as hell. "...Or maybe you do?" Thoughtfulness tinged the tail-end of his question, as he lingered on the possibility that someone might actually want something more out of him.

"Asssssssss you can see, my last glass— I mean, class— kinda had the misfortune of shattering all the windows to my place. I think Seteth's going to have a conniption!" His laughter rung like church bells, echoing through the now-empty hall. A couple of his crows sat idly by the windowsills, picking at spare shards. To be honest, he didn't really make it easy on any responsible human being to be around him. (Because it was sooooo much more fun keeping them on their toes.)

"But if you're so sure, let's smash our heads together, nya ha ha! I'm positive we can come up with a lesson plan that'll have 'em by the neck."

With a little PLINK, he flicked the glass into a pile he had collected against the wall of the room. "What do you teach?" Circling around the room, he had his arms wide with all the possibilities racing through his head. "If it's swordsmanship, I recommend summoning a hoard of Risen to let your kids at 'em. And if it's Lance, you can ask me to enchant a couple of piñatas to pop out from the ceiling. Oh! Oh, or—"

"Actually, do you want a paper to write these all down? I think I can go on all day."

He scooted up on his desk, legs hanging off loosely as he leafed through the drawers for some spare parchment. To be honest, if she didn't want 'em, he'd use these plans himself. "What's your name by the way? Mine's Henry."

also asked by @philialdevotion.

// not inherently, no. as they are right now? hard no.

// children deserve love, maybe. but chad insists they're not a child, in that twilight nightmare known as adolescence. they're a thief and a murderer and failed to keep father safe and the children are back alone in elibe right now too. he was also insane enough to go on a revenge crusade that would've probably ended up with him dead if he hadn't met roy and left the kids with one pair of hands less even than before, and despite now being aware of the fact this was insane he can't say with certainty he wouldn't do it again. in what world would someone like him deserve love? how do you make up for all of that?

// long and short of it — they don't believe they're a good person. even before, they've always had a sharp tongue if left unchecked, a mean temper when left as is, so they had to take extra care to find what is good and kind. now, it's just. well. they're not good. other people deserve that love far, far more. there are people deserving of love out there and its not them.

An impressive person. She knows how to take the reins of beasts, and soar through the skies alongside them with ease. It's something I have an understanding of, but mainly with wyverns, not the feathery creatures that others have mastery like her over.

I wonder where the differences and similarities meet between these species. I'm certain their diet differs, but what of the flight patterns that they default to when a rider isn't commanding them? In a test of speed, which would be faster?

// denning tragically has no tastebuds, but they do have olfactory sensors, so they can "taste" in the loosest sense of the word. the smell of sugar or syrups will reach them and they will recognise them, and though they don't have any particular enjoyment or aversion to certain scents alone (bar extremely stale air, perhaps), sugar is something they associate with mortal festivities.

// ... oh. i'm not sure if they could tell sugar and salt apart if unlabeled. the kitchenhands would not appreciate them sticking their nose into the tins. hm.

❇ LIFE PHILOSOPHY HEADCANONS – still accepting!

A very though question, indeed… Especially since Sakura doesn’t really like thinking about death and whatever happens after it. She never investigates this kind of thought, but she will surely would like to be remembered by her family and her friends, not because she doesn’t want to be forgotten or to be erase from others memories, but mostly because she would love to be present in their hearts for the good deeds she made for them, for all the love she shared and for the large amount of time she used to spend to cheer up each one of her beloved ones.

It's a difficult question for her, because she doesn’t really want to think about such happening and seeing it from a perspective close to her, due to a related person that was very dear to her; she just doesn’t want to concentrate her thoughts on something she isn’t willing to face very soon. The more is distant, the more she feels safe.

“I do really hope that they remember me for being a good sister, a good daughter, a good friend. I am aware of the fact that a not everyone treasure the moments like I do, but I know for sure that the people I really do care a lot for, treasure the moments spent together with me as high as me”.