#solarbrace

Put one of these words in my ask and I’ll write a headcanon about it for my character(s)

"You will never be strong enough to wield anything greater so make the best out of what little you have"

Prequel to this University AU. It was fun and I wanted to write more of it. NSFW so it’s under here.

I don’t…well…

I remember a day from when I was about six or seven years old. Everyone in the castle seemed to be acting oddly and I still don’t understand why. I got scared and went and hid in the library as usual. My father found me. He wasn’t with any of his generals or guards. He was by himself, which I’d never seen before. 

He sat down next to me and picked up the book I was reading. Pulling me close, he began to read. He sounded sad but he sat with me by his side and he read to me all the way up to dinner. Then that evening he came to say good night to me, and tucked me into bed rather than Sister Audrey.

There was thinking about it (a bit…sometimes…actually a lot, but that had been years ago) and there was actually experiencing it. Despite the initial shock, and sheer unfamiliarity of it all, Lyon found he much preferred the real thing.

It hurt. Oh gods it hurt. The cool stone floor against his forehead did nothing to soothe the agony that coursed through his body like shocks of lightning. With every tremor he convulsed, attempting to hide the motion as not to frighten his last loyal researcher. However Knoll had not left the corner of the room, and however much he curled in on himself, he could not stop his clearly-visible shaking.

The demon’s voice was one continuous roar that made his head feel like it would burst. Crackling dark energy leapt at the walls and the wards that formed his cage. No one had ever said how Latona did it. Had he or she been in so much pain they would have welcomed death’s eternal embrace?

Lyon screamed. He could not open his eyes but he could feel the presence of the sacred stones nearby.  Frelia’s and Jehanna’s, obtained through a hasty change in orders. Rausten’s, god bless Knoll for being so good with a warp staff. It felt like he was being torn in three, each stone pulling his soul, in addition to the demon’s, in their separate directions.

He heard a fragmented ‘your highness’ from Knoll’s direction. He couldn’t reply. He had put himself in this nightmare. Both the possession and this exorcism were his doing and poor Knoll was the one who had to play witness to both. He could feel it whenever Knoll adjusted the stones. It was if a surge of light blinded him from the inside. The sacred stones drew on and channelled compassion as much as they did faith. If he survived, and that seemed an impossible if right now, Knoll would have to become a Duke or something. Or a General…Or  a Prince. He didn’t care he just wanted this over!

"...Too busy to meet with anyone are you? That's a farce if I've ever heard that one..."

Her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, but the guards merely shrugged. They were doing their job, and she couldn't really argue- but she had her suspicions. When was Ephraim ever 'too busy'? She could understand if he was off on another training run, but according to Innes, the King of Renais would be home for some time, likely working of his countries restorations instead of gallivanting off. It was only further proven by the fact that her brother usually accompanied him too, so all this 'busy' atmosphere seemed awfully out of character. Even Eirika always had time for her, and she was always on the throne, working with many nobles and common folk day after day tirelessly...

Or was she just being selfish...? It was true that Tana didn't bother to send notes of her arrival anymore because she flew in and out of the two nations so frequently, but perhaps...just perhaps Ephraim really was busy today.

Nothing would get done if she just stood around though. With a heavy sigh she dismissed herself from the guards that kept her from entering the deeper chambers of the castle, and slowly made her way to the knights stables where Achaeus, her pegasus awaited her return.

Maybe she'd run into him on the way there if she took long enough..?

To any passerby he would look fairly normal, the only signs of the shaman internally struggling was evident by his missing monocle and slightly furrowed glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Hurrying into the room and closing the door behind him Canas looked over to the prince whom seemed to still be in his rage over what Canas deemed as nothing more than some brigand’s escape after being pursued by the lord.

Sighing as he brought over a glass of water to his captive, Ephraim he proceeded to wipe his brow and bring the glass to his lips. “Please drink. You need too. After maybe you can possibly give me some insight as to whom that was..?” Canas had really never seen the prince lose his cool, Seeing as it was such an un-royal thing to do he had never expected it to happen. Looking deeply into the prince’s deep blue eyes he silently observed as if waiting for some type of answer to if he could safely untie the lance wielder without him going back into a rampage destroying things that lie in the vicinity.