Last waltz.

❝ Its no problem; pay no mind to that.     Or rather… All of this really. Now that    you are here though, is there something    on your mind?                                                 ❞     Caster attempts to save the conversation, finger tips clasping together in a gentle hold folding into one another as she waited the others response. 

 “All women are queens. Yes.”

@verlassenererbe( Starter Call / TYPE:PROMPT )

❝ you have a lovely smile. ❞   Brynhildr notes as she had not quiet seen him smile from her own accord. Rather, it would seem a rare occurence when he had… However, when it occured. The brillance upon his face; he looked just like Siegfried. His father, it showed so easily it ought but took a simple thought or two to connect. As well as her Noble Phantasm, allowing her to peer into the heroisms of those worthy.

The far-side of the moon was certainly strange, never he thought he would be sent to this place ever since being summoned. With the information he was given by the Moon Cell this place shouldn’t even be possible to enter. But here he was, with his Master by his side.

Not only that, but the girl in front of him, it sure gave him a bad feeling. Thinking of it, wasn’t she the infirmary NPC to begin with? Questions, questions.

     “ then … perhaps both. siegmund on normal occasions and younger brother when i’m feeling playful. ” to actually have a younger sibling, oh how exciting. as the younger, she truly wished to have one of her own. how she’d act towards them, however, would be … difficult. “ problems … you have a mother, correct ? what is she like ? i’ve never had a parental figure before. how should i approach her ? ”

She pulls her feet back beneath her, “I must look a disgrace, falling apart like this… but I find I can’t quite bring myself to care what others may think of this. I have my son back.” Her smile is radiant as she blinks back the tears, overjoyed to see and hold her baby boy once more, “How have you been holding up without your father or I? ”

“Nonsense.” He chuckles, putting a hand on his mother’s cheek. “You acted like any other woman, mother would have. Do not feel ashamed, plus, I do not care what others think, we both are on our right to be emotional after seeing each other after so many years.”

Noble Phantasms’ finally finished. Had to put some thought on them, but I’m glad I could finish them. I took some liberties here and there, considering that the Nasuverse has some weird stuff, much like Dainsleif being a sword to kill Sigurd yet said to be in the Nibeungenlied’s version of Fafnir’s treasure.

More under the cut.

Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

1.- While Skuld is the “older” sister and Siegmund is the youngest, they sometimes treat the other the other way around, although it is weird for this to happen since Skuld is way older than Siegmund in any sense.

2.- Despite Kriemhild’s teasings about his younger years, he wouldn’t mind telling Skuld of them if she ever asks him with complete curiosity. Though he will be still embarrassed.

3.- As Siegmund isn’t really used to have a sibling since he was raised as the only son of Siegfried and Kriemhild, he sometimes speaks to her as if speaking to a stranger, examples being like using etiquette with her because of the status she has as a Norn.