☞ + leo,
send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.
you’ve the devil’s own luck.
he thinks the words and hates the bitter way they tingle on his tongue -- like the memory of them burns his mouth worse than those sharp tasting lemon cakes he remembers elise bringing him.
the land of the marsh sinks beneath the hooves of his horse -- his mount tosses its head, huffs a nervous breath and shakes with a rattle of the dark armor it wears.
across the marsh, his sister appears ghostly -- her silvery hair glitters, clinging to her face in the cold humidity of the nohrian lands, and he thinks of the words again.
you’ve the devil’s own luck.
the devil’s own luck has brought them here, has brought them together as enemies -- has brought them together with the nohrian crest proud upon his back and the hoshidan symbol emblazoned on her cape like a flag.
if he turns his head to the side, he can see a pale face grinning at him -- the smile is all teeth, the ghostly grin of a skull, some poor sap who crossed nohr and saw this swamp as their last sights.
kamui deserves better than this. she deserves a grand tomb, a marble statue carved in her likeness. it was nohrian custom, anyways, nohrian custom for their royals.
kamui deserves better than death in a dank swamp -- kamui deserved a loving family in high castle walls, deserved to be greeted by camilla and elise and xander and --
he draws his fingers across brynhildr’s cover and lets the glow overtake him.
you’ve the devil’s own luck.
