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[blazing-lionheart]

With the slightest look of confusion on his face, Roy followed his father over to the window. Having him nearby helped to calm him down more, but the worry in his face was clear when Eliwood spoke of the Black Fang. He’d heard some things, given his reaction, but not everything. His mother being followed by them was new information for him. 

“So mother was a dragon. Was it ever made clear which type?” He knew of Idunn, who he assumed was a divine dragon that had been twisted, Fae, who was an actual divine dragon, and the various fire dragons that they had fought in the war. Though he hadn’t encountered any ice dragons, none of the scales’ color looked remotely familiar to him. Or was it his memory was that warped? 

Roy did feel a bit...awful for making his father talk about something like this. It clearly pained him to do so, but he had so many questions. If for nothing else, this needed to happen because of the lack of knowledge he had surrounding his mother. Silently, he wondered if there was a way for him to learn if she ever used a dragonstone. Even if it was one tailored to a half-dragon (which he had the sneaking suspicion that she was) it was still something of his mother to remember her by.

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“….Mother…She was-?” The words caught in his throat and it took a second for him to elaborate again. Figuring out how to say this was going to be the hard part, especially since it was clear that he hadn’t shown any signs of this while he was younger. 

“I’ve met someone like her, I think. A priestess from the Nabata Desert. She always seemed to know what would happen in the future, but how far she never said.” Sophia had of course been a trusted ally in finding in the Eight General’s weapons and the war in general, but there was something else that she seemed to of been hiding. He guessed that this was it. 

It was clear that he’d calmed down, at least a little bit anyways, but the greater issue still remained: how had he transformed in the first place? He did age, at least slightly from when the war started, and he was definitely older than the version of him that was here, but transformation at this scale of draconic blood shouldn’t be possible…right? 

“Though I am worried about if this is temporary or not…I should’ve asked Fae when I had the chance, she would know.” The contrast of the claws compared to his normal human hands was made all the more apparent to him when he grabbed his arms with his hands to avoid hurting Eliwood. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

The content of his grown child’s words immediately causes Eliwood’s cerulean eyes to fall to the floor, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. As he had suspected, his future self had yet to disclose the complete truth regarding his late wife. Now that Roy was standing beside him, anxious and partially transformed, he knew he could no longer withhold the information. But, there was still hesitance in his heart. It was a secret held close to his breast, fearing that being exposed would place his child in great danger. To speak of it, no, to even think of it, felt like sin. Lifting his eyes, he looked to the face of his child. How could he shift the burden to his shoulders, when he was so clearly frightened and shocked? It would be cruel.

“Come, Roy.” Eliwood’s voice was soft, more vulnerable than he intended as he ushered his son to join him on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room, away from both the door and the window. Once seated, he draped an arm around him, resting his hand on his right shoulder and giving it a tender squeeze. He wasn’t certain if it was to comfort the jitters of his own or Roy’s anxiety, but it steadied him. As his father, the responsibility fell to him to tell Roy the truth, not for Roy to discover it for himself.

“Your mother…she was a dancer. She and her brother, a bard, worked as traveling performers to survive,” He began, his voice wistful, “they were pursued by an group known as the Black Fang, who at the time, had been corrupted by an evil force.” He lifted his head, as if he were looking to the heavens.

“The two were pursued, but not as a result of their occupation. They were dragons. Your mother was a priestess with great power. She had the ability to summon dragons through the Dragon’s Gate. She was also able to transform between a human an dragon form.“

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“....Mother...She was-?” The words caught in his throat and it took a second for him to elaborate again. Figuring out how to say this was going to be the hard part, especially since it was clear that he hadn’t shown any signs of this while he was younger. 

“I’ve met someone like her, I think. A priestess from the Nabata Desert. She always seemed to know what would happen in the future, but how far she never said.” Sophia had of course been a trusted ally in finding in the Eight General’s weapons and the war in general, but there was something else that she seemed to of been hiding. He guessed that this was it. 

It was clear that he’d calmed down, at least a little bit anyways, but the greater issue still remained: how had he transformed in the first place? He did age, at least slightly from when the war started, and he was definitely older than the version of him that was here, but transformation at this scale of draconic blood shouldn’t be possible...right? 

“Though I am worried about if this is temporary or not...I should’ve asked Fae when I had the chance, she would know.” The contrast of the claws compared to his normal human hands was made all the more apparent to him when he grabbed his arms with his hands to avoid hurting Eliwood. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

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“F…Father?” His eyes widened and he looked at the door, though it was still closed. Of course his father was on the other side- he had said that he needed to talk with him about something a few hours ago. That was before…this started happening though. 

The younger redhead got up as carefully as he could, trying not to accidentally stumble and fall or break something. He shot another look at his arms and winced, groaning a bit at the sight of what were undoubtedly scales. The only question in his mind was how. Not when- how. 

He’d met both Sophia and Fae during the war with Bern, and even Idunn had taken a human form before the final fight, but someone suddenly sprouting scales and the claws to match didn’t make any sense. 

“Is it a hex or curse?” The question rang in the room, and he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud before turning back to the door. Right..his father. “Sorry…I’m going to open the door, just- please don’t yell.” With shaky hands, he opened the door.

It was strange, being addressed as “father” by such an unfamiliar voice. Though he found no discomfort in the title, and understood Roy called him as such out of respect, Eliwood was unaccustomed to the name. His toddler, still learning the intricacies of language, only babbled abbreviations of his name, rather than “father” afterall.

Shock was evident in the older Roy’s tone, soaked in fear that dripped from his words like condensation from the bottom of a glass. Swift as Pherae’s waters, Eliwood became overwhelmed with concern, and his thoughts drifted back to the moment Roy had arrived to the castle. He had no memory of any particular ailment affecting the boy, other than standard fatigue from travel. Had it escalated to a condition far more dangerous? As a leader, no, as a parent, he was worried. Through the door, Eliwood heard Roy speak of a curse, causing him to tighten his jaw. He knew very little of magic, but his mother was knowledgeable enough. Surely she could put an end to malicious magic, should it be the culprit behind Roy’s panic.

As he reeled through his racing thoughts, the door opened before him, revealing the problem–one that was completely unexpected. This was no ordinary ailment affecting Roy, no, it was not an ailment in the slightest. Holding his breath, Eliwood forgot to breathe as he observed Roy’s change in appearance. Areas of his skin had become littered in growth of scales and the bone structure of his hands had contorted into claw-like shapes, twisted into a strange amalgamation that was both human and beast.

Acutely, Roy’s draconic heritage surfaced in Eliwood’s mind, and he released a small sigh of relief. It was comforting to know that this was not the result of a curse, but in its place, new concerns rose to the forefront of his mind. He hadn’t believed transformation to be possible. Since the death of his wife, he had often wondered if there would be draconic traits in their shared child, and how they would present themselves. Seeing the confusion and panic overtaking Roy’s face was enough for him to confirm that his future self had never told him the truth about his mother.

Wordlessly stepping forward, Eliwood gracefully closed the door behind him with a quiet click. Once secured, he reached forward, stroking a patch of scales along his child’s cheek with his thumb. There was no doubt: these were the same he had felt in the past, on the skin of his wife.

“I…was always unable to confirm it for certain. Yet…the answer now stands before me without question,” He drew his hand away, pursing his lips together thoughtfully, “this…I assure you this is not a curse.”

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“F...Father?” His eyes widened and he looked at the door, though it was still closed. Of course his father was on the other side- he had said that he needed to talk with him about something a few hours ago. That was before...this started happening though. 

The younger redhead got up as carefully as he could, trying not to accidentally stumble and fall or break something. He shot another look at his arms and winced, groaning a bit at the sight of what were undoubtedly scales. The only question in his mind was how. Not when- how. 

He’d met both Sophia and Fae during the war with Bern, and even Idunn had taken a human form before the final fight, but someone suddenly sprouting scales and the claws to match didn’t make any sense. 

“Is it a hex or curse?” The question rang in the room, and he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud before turning back to the door. Right..his father. “Sorry...I’m going to open the door, just- please don’t yell.” With shaky hands, he opened the door.

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Dragonson [Roy + Eliwood]

Heavy breathing sounded from behind a locked door. Roy was on the other side, grabbing his hair and trying to avoid running into anyone who knew who he was. Unfortunately he had come to the Castle Pherae in the past because he’d wanted to talk to his father and Hector about something. Not end up locking himself in a room because of something he had zero idea about. 

His hands were more like claws and his arms and face itched. He had zero idea what exactly he looked like right now but it wasn’t good- especially not when he had one reason for being here. Knocking sounded on the other side and his eyes widened. 

“Don’t come in! I-I’m busy!” It was an awful lie, but he didn’t know who was on the other side of the door.

Leaning against the worn oak door frame, Eliwood frowned as he surveyed the empty room he had allotted to Roy. No, not the young child likely toddling about the house hand-in-hand with Wolt, but another Roy. Had he already departed? When the ginger-haired teen arrived at Castle Pherae, he had nearly found himself at a complete loss for words. The boy claimed that he was his child from the future and presented to him a ring that was undoubtedly Nini’s Grace, a treasure that only his child would bear. The proof, however, was unnecessary. Eliwood knew from the moment he spoke with unwavering conviction that he was truly his son.

Though Roy had journeyed to the past in hopes of speaking with him, the two had yet to share anything other than a surface level conversation. Upon arrival, Roy was clearly exhausted, and Eliwood had implored him to rest, reassuring him that they would talk over tea later. But where could he be? With a confused, but patient expression, Eliwood turned away from the room, beginning to search the castle. He traveled through the halls as he had done since he was a child, passing by the familiar portraits of his ancestry and priceless artifacts. A few children scampered past him and he chuckled to himself, offering Rebecca a nod of acknowledgement as she chased after them.

It wasn’t long before Eliwood stumbled upon a servant knocking at a locked door, wearing a perplexed, concerned expression. Just as he approached her, a newly familiar, anxious voice sounded from the other side.

“Don’t come in! I-I’m busy!”

Roy? Eliwood’s eyebrows drew together in both confusion and concern. Turning to the servant, he offered a cordial smile. “I can handle this from here. Thank you for your diligence.” He said softly, before returning his attention to the door. He curled his hand into a fist, raising it to knock on the wood, only to instead rest it against the surface in silence.

“Roy…is that you? Is there something the matter?” He asked, choosing his words carefully, “…you sound alarmed.”

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Much like many of the heroes summoned to Askr, Roy had been taken from a specific point in time. In his case, it was right after he’d been given the Binding Blade, but that wasn’t as important at the moment. He’d been one of the first heroes summoned, and while he was glad to help he wished that at least someone else he knew was there. 

Thankfully, some members of the group he’d formed had arrived, but to his behest even with them he was still one of the younger heroes. It usually didn’t bother him too much, but some days were worse than others. Today was a day where it didn’t bother him much. 

He spotted Alfonse and smiled a bit, having heard some things from those who had met him. The prince’s question took him the slightest bit by surprise, but it didn’t really show on his face. “I’m not busy, no. Is there anything in particular you needed to speak with me about?” 

Blue and Red Princes >Roy

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Like every other hero, Alfonse had tried to greet every hero. His head was hurting a bit today from painful memories that he had shared with his alternate timeline self. So some of the introductions were a bit delayed on his part. Sharena was busy with lance training and Anna was off doing her part to make money for their army.

Alfonse had heard that Roy had been here for some time and even though he had been here for some time; Alfonse hadn’t spoken much to the young lord. Roy had to be around the same age as Alfonse so it was a pleasant experience to know that there were princes just as young as he was. Looking around the area of Askr, he eventually found the young lion and waved to him.

“Roy! There you are! I don’t suppose you’re too busy, are you?” Alfonse greeted the young man, Fólkvangr to his side. He possibly could spar with the young man, but he had no idea when his headache would fade. The painful memories still fresh in his mind as he approached the young man. “I was wondering if maybe we could speak, it’s nothing bad, I assure you.”

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Dragonson [Roy + Eliwood]

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Heavy breathing sounded from behind a locked door. Roy was on the other side, grabbing his hair and trying to avoid running into anyone who knew who he was. Unfortunately he had come to the Castle Pherae in the past because he’d wanted to talk to his father and Hector about something. Not end up locking himself in a room because of something he had zero idea about. 

His hands were more like claws and his arms and face itched. He had zero idea what exactly he looked like right now but it wasn’t good- especially not when he had one reason for being here. Knocking sounded on the other side and his eyes widened. 

“Don’t come in! I-I’m busy!” It was an awful lie, but he didn’t know who was on the other side of the door.

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((Last post for right now but this is a starter call! Like for me to think of something and I’ll get it out there relatively soon! I’ll be taking 3, maybe 4 for now but I am open to brainstorming otherwise. 

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Preparation of Mind [Open]

It was a bright spring morning in Elibe. The sun was shining, the trees casting shade in the small alcove where a single person sat. A teenager about fifteen or sixteen with red hair and blue eyes, wearing armor and carrying a sword. He was asleep in the small patch of sunlight while waiting for someone to find him...or at least, that was the plan. 

The sound of something appearing nearby made his eyes snap open as he stood up and flourished his sword in a single movement. He carefully stepped closer, trying to be on the cautious end of things when he stopped walking. A person? Why was a person all the way out here? 

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((....So, I’m back after about a year and boy do I have some things in store for this account now that I know what I’m doing

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Eliwood’s reaction helped to calm Roy down a bit. But the looming threat of trying to figure out where the Black Fang were sat heavy with the younger lord. If things went south, they would need enough weapons to make it through the fight that more than likely go down. And rations, and supplies...

His thoughts trailing off meant that Eliwood touching him took him by surprise. He went still, before remembering that this was his father, not an enemy soldier. With a nod, he followed his father into the hallway of the castle, knowing exactly where to go. The layout hadn’t changed much from now to when he would set up his campaign here, so getting to right areas was easy enough.

Strike! | Open

younglion-swordsman

He nodded, a mix of anxious and stressed at the situation. It was good to know that Ostia was close with Pherae even when he was a bit younger. He knew Hector and Eliwood were at least friends in this time, but if they were together…well, it was better not to ask, in case he messed up the future.

“You aren’t wrong for wanting to protect me father. But if I go with you, you stand less of a chance of getting hurt again.” His thoughts drifted to Hector for just a moment before his mood turned somber. If Eliwood had been there when Hector had died, or gods forbid Lilina….shaking his head, he stood up straight. There wasn’t time to think of what-ifs now. For now he had to protect Eliwood just as the other would do in turn.

A surprised look developed onto his expression in a matter of seconds, before his features relaxed. His eyes had softened with pride. Hearing Roy speak of protecting him reassured him he had raised him with the proper values, even if it was not his son’s responsibility to protect him. It is the father whose responsible for protecting his children, not the other way around. He thought to himself. Yet…it certainly brings forth great joy to hear such words from my son. He’s truly grown into a man. He mused.

“Roy, I am touched that you desire to protect me, but if receiving a sword to my chest is necessary to ensure you are saved, I would accept the fate dauntlessly,” Eliwood stated with resolve, “but I assure you, I have no intentions of dying anytime soon. There is much I need to do.” He approached Roy, reaching forward and placing a hand on his head. He smiled and ruffled his hair. Eliwood couldn’t resist being affectionate towards his child, regardless of the age of the child that stood before him. He loved him, whether from the present or future.

“You needn’t worry. I can handle myself quite well.” He stepped into the hall, gesturing Roy to follow. They needed to make their preparations before taking leave.

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He nodded, a mix of anxious and stressed at the situation. It was good to know that Ostia was close with Pherae even when he was a bit younger. He knew Hector and Eliwood were at least friends in this time, but if they were together...well, it was better not to ask, in case he messed up the future. 

“You aren’t wrong for wanting to protect me father. But if I go with you, you stand less of a chance of getting hurt again.” His thoughts drifted to Hector for just a moment before his mood turned somber. If Eliwood had been there when Hector had died, or gods forbid Lilina....shaking his head, he stood up straight. There wasn’t time to think of what-ifs now. For now he had to protect Eliwood just as the other would do in turn. 

Strike! | Open

younglion-swordsman

“…..I understand.” Nodding a little, he kept a decent ways away from Eliwood for the time being. Nergal had come so close to causing exactly what Zephiel did but for different reasons entirely.. It wasn’t as jarring now, knowing that there were people like that, but it still left him a little in shock.

“Making sure innocents die for a cause that would only further their suffering…we cannot allow this to happen.” His mind was made up- he was going to help in any way he could. If this group was not disbanded, it could lead to disastrous consequences in his time, and that was the last thing he wanted.

“I’ll help in any way I can Father. It’s the least I can do.”

“Nergal…he lost his humanity. I am certain that is the reason his judgement had become skewed and his thirst for quintessence grew. The pain he has caused me, as well as others, lends me strength in preventing his legacy from continuing.” Eliwood added, rising after his mother had finished treatment of his wound. He shifted around slightly, ensuring his torso felt normal, before turning his attention to Roy. No matter how greatly he desired to, he simply couldn’t form the words to tell his son that Nergal manipulated his mother into killing his paternal grandfather, and that Nergal was truly his maternal grandmother. Would it become a burden, if Roy knew?

“Thank you, Roy. I received a message from Ostian spies, reporting the potential location of the group’s operations. I’d like to investigate. I pray speaking will be enough to cease their actions but if it is necessary, I shall raise my blade. In truth, I am hesitant to allow you to accompany me,” Eliwood replied, feeling of protectiveness building in his heart, “but I can see in your eyes that you not accept remaining behind.”

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☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any). uwu

I don’t really have an OTP for Roy? I guess because I’ve never really thought of him being in a romantic relationship. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)

I like to think I’m a decent artist or singer, since no one else in my family really is. Art moreso than singing. I’m also pretty good when it comes to music in general, since I play a decent amount of instruments and am currently in indoor drumline. 

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☁: Favorite part of RPing.

Definitely meeting new people and interacting. I’m actually pretty awkward, and RPing gives me a chance to interact with people and work on my writing skills at the same time. 

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☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why?

I’m going to say when Roy meets Elen and Guinevere. His first instinct isn’t to fight either of them- for Elen, it’s to make sure she’s alright, and his reaction to Guinevere is shock and then trying to speak to her. He never wants to fight either of them, and it’s actually a really early look into his character that I really like. 

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Some fun Munday asks!

♦: Relationship with your Muse. ♠: What’s one thing you dislike about your Muse? ♣: Any headcanons about your muse? ♥: One thing you love about your Muse. ☾: Favorite moment from your Muse’s canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.) ☄: What you think of your Muse. ♪: Favorite song. ✫: Why you began RPing. ✽: Favorite season? ❂: The Mun’s birthday. (Month and date–no year!) ☂: Favorite kind of weather. ✤: Favorite kind of food. ▲: The Mun’s Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!) ●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be? ☑: An OTP with your Muse in it (if you have any). ☒: A NOTP with your Muse in it (if you have any). ☁: Favorite part of RPing. ✉: Any RPers the Mun admires. ▶: A talent of the Mun’s (besides RPing, of course!)

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🌠?~

🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for?

Hm..it depends on which verse we’re talking about. In-canon Roy is more likely to wish for Eliwood and Lilina to get some closure with Hector. Modern!AU Roy wouldn’t wish for the same thing exactly, but he’s wish for his family to be happy. 

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⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

Generally, his stance is more “why did this person do what they did” rather than “this person is a criminal because of what they did.” If someone is a criminal because they like the suffering of other people or the world is at stake then he won’t react well, but if someone is stealing food to stay alive he’s going to investigate why rather than sit there and do nothing. He hasn’t technically broken the law, unless helping aid in the death of Zephiel counts, and it would generally be to help those who need it.