#[ support ] elincia

[fletching-scar]

🎄

Son of a bitch. As though Shinon had not left Tellius for the express purpose of never again laying eyes on anyone he knew in Tellius... it was just one blowout reunion after the other. Bad for a man's heart.

Worse when it's the fucking princess, and worse still when the girl's King Ramon's whelp. Man thought half-breeds and humans could eat at the same table, but he never stopped to consider whether there'd be food on the table to begin with.

Not always. Not for Shinon, anyway. He huffs, loud and horrible and phlegmy, and buries a curse in his wine-cup.

"Fuckin' blue-bloods."

[laslow]

🍪 “Laslow, my favourite sword instructor at Garreg Mach. Care for a game over tea?”

"Dearest Elincia! My, aren't you looking positively beautiful today!"

He laughs a little, extending his elbow in her direction, should she desire to take his arm on their way to the gazebos. "You don't have to flatter me so. I'll gladly go anywhere with you."

Indeed, that's how he finds himself sitting across from her, elbows braced on the table, halfway through a piece of pocky. He's confident in his ability to win--yet something holds him back. There's a glow about the young queen now, a light in her eyes that speaks to a new happiness in her heart.

With a decisive snap, Laslow breaks the cookie, plopping back into his seat with a defeated sigh. "Alas, it seems we've arrived at a draw!"

[randomnameless]

Re-about Eirika and stuff

Remember when Seth asks her to run away and flee when Jehanna is besieged? Of course Eirika refuses, she is a FE Lord. The situation is dire, she will stay, thinks of her brother but says this :

“No. I will not retreat. If I give up now… My brother would not forgive me. I’m the princess of Renais. I will fight, either to victory or to death. Brother, I…”

Imo, Eirika would likely apologise to Ephraim for “dying” here since they made a promise to reunite and see each other alive again, and Seth said they’re basically going to die, but she��s going to fight “either to victory or to death”.

Of course on the Ephraim route Eirika’s bravery is a bit more subdued since we don’t see her that much, and she keeps on remembering how Seth and Ephraim used to protect her a lot back then, and yet Ephraim has this line about her when he hears Jehanna’s castle fell :

We’ll make it. Rest easy on that. Eirika is my sister. That one will never lay down her blade. And I am Eirika’s brother. There is no way I’ll let my sister die!

bar the usual “I’m not letting my sister die”, Ephraim knows she’s never going to lay down her blade, she’s going to fight.

Ephraim is also sure she will fight “long enough” - against the main crux of the Grado Army, aka severely outnumbered !! - for him to make the trip from Grado to Jehanna.

Honestly coming from this, the brother who knows his sister can fight and relies on her, to Mist being a potted plant in FE Tellius felt like a downgrade.

The plot still has Eirika being rescued by her brother twice during the events of the game because it’s a FE plot, but watsonian wise, Eirika is as much of a fighter as Ephraim is, and the one who sings her praises is Ephraim himself.

[swiftlance]

"Nephenee? Oh goodness, it really is you!" Elincia rushes over to the young lady, face clearly alight with joy. She rushes over to the solider, clasping Nephenee's hands in her own. It's been such a long time since they've been face to face that Elincia forgets herself a little. "Have you been keeping well? I had no idea you were coming to Fodlan or I would have prepared a welcome party! You'll come enjoy a spot of tea with me, won't you?"

"Ah, forgive me. I seem to have taken flight of my manners! I'm simply thrilled to see a familiar face," she lets go of Nephenee's hands, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her face flushes slightly, embarrassed that she had been quite so overzealous. "Please, let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help you settle in, my friend."

Maybe she'll try her hand at fishin', when she's done trainin' with her squad. Another family back in Melior always sold the best fish on market days. She wouldn't mind a little bit of home where she could find it; 'sides, food always tastes better when you've caught it yourself.

Nephenee's still contemplating the lake when a joyous call rouses her from her stupor. She'd heard Queen Elincia'd found her way here. That was part of the reason Nephenee left home--trouble seems to follow the Queen no matter where she travels. A familiar face might prove mighty fine company in a strange land.

She remains silent while Elincia speaks, though she can't fight the smile spreading across her face. "Ah, horsefeathers, Majesty. I don't need no party or nothin.'" An answering flush rises in Nephenee's own cheeks. To think, Queen Elincia would throw a country girl a party!

"I'm doin' just fine, thank you. Glad to see you're well 'n whole. Tea sounds fine." Already she feels more at ease with a piece of home at her side. Now if only she could remember everythin' Calill instructed 'bout dinin' in fine company.....

[hresvelged]

(o・・o)/

You've been on a number of excursions with Elincia by now— Whether it be a result of pure happenstance or otherwise, such is the way you've gotten to know her. You would not sooner forget that glorified stage of dancing and whimsical presences with spotlights of hidden intents. At least, that is how you viewed it.

She tends to speak pleasantly, encouraging those around her. You know both a professor and a ruler must understand their people, even if you yourself take a much more blunt and strict approach. You have no reason to change.

One day, you saw her enter the Black Eagles classroom. Your first assumption was a mere visit or an assessment of their agenda. But then, she stayed. You haven't had a chance to ask why she changed, but you wonder what kind of reply you would get.

When you find yourself in her classes, you note every move and stance with her sword. It's a skill you yourself desire to continue honing— With experience like hers, no doubt would hands-on training benefit you.

[foreversnightmare]

(o・・o)/

opinions of you - open

Elincia was rather nice company to have around. Freyja often wonders how she is doing, and tends to usher bad dreams away from her. Its crazy to think that despite the way Freyja acted towards her-- she still showed nothing but kindness.

In a way, it reminded Freyja of her brother's words about humans. How each and everyone were different in their own way, that they reacted to events differently-- She saw it once before her death, and now she sees it again.

Elincia gets a pass in her book, perhaps Freyja will pay her a visit again sometime.

[daeificatio]

Professor? I'm worried I'm a little lax on my students with discipline but I don't want to make their lives any harder. How do I achieve a fair and healthy balance between being understanding and compassionate and making sure they actually learn and grow. Best regards, Elincia :) P.S. Here's some cookies, I baked them for my class and these were leftover! Please enjoy them I know you must be working very hard!

Try to talk more with your students, check if they feel overloaded or if things are too loose. Communicate with them more and find a balance based on their feedback. Thanks.

Other teachers seeking advice from him...that was odd, considering how many of those were leagues more experienced than him, but if he could help them in one way or another then he was fine with it.

Mmmm

Cookies...

[freedomarrow]

"Good afternoon, Leonardo. Keeping well, I hope." Elincia holds an object behind her back, careful to keep it out of sight. The sheepish expression on her face gives her motives away far too easily though, along with the pale pink flush on her cheeks. She had never been skilled in deception, no matter the circumstances. "I want to apologise, it's a little later than planned but I couldn't simply ignore your birthday." Shifting uncomfortable on her feet, she slowly presents him the surprise she'd kept hidden.

It's a bunny rabbit. Not a live, wiggling one of course! It would be reckless to spring an animal on someone who may not wish to or be in a position to care for it. Rather, it's a stuffed animal, plush with cotton inside and extra squishy. She's a little embarrassed that some of her stitches can still be seen despite her best efforts to hide him but she is proud of his golden, crocheted scarf, embroidered with a little deer at the ends.

"He took a little longer to finish than I planned and I couldn't well offer him up headless. What on earth would that imply?" Nervously, she offers it to Leonardo with awkward laughter, hoping the gift doesn't seem insulting. That she hasn't committed an awful faux pas here. They'd had little time to speak, to find common ground and yet... the image of them both in that field of rabbits is etched into her mind. Maybe it's an olive branch, an offer of friendship extended with great sincerity.

"Happy belated birthday. I er... hope you like it. But if you don't, I'm terribly sorry. Please, do with it whatever you see fit."

Elincia's voice catches Leonardo off-guard, surprise clear on his face as he turns to look at her upon hearing his name - though he masks it quickly with a light, courteous smile. "I am, thank you. I hope so are you," he responds.

She brings up his birthday, and his brow quirks ever so slightly - oh. It has now been a couple days, and he had expected everyone to move on to the more important daily matters by now. To learn that she had spent so much time preparing something for him, makes him... well, a mixture of embarrassed, flustered, grateful and curious.

He cannot help but feel his smile brighten up, however, as she presents the gift to him; a stuffed rabbit plushie, soft to the touch, reminiscent of some of the earliest memories of his carefree childhood. "You made this by hand?... It's so cute," he chuckles, looking over it as it arrives to his hands, before holding it close to his chest similarly to how he would a puppy.

"There is no need to apologize, or anything," he assures her quickly. He is not entirely certain why she would feel the need to apologize to him - treating him like a child, perhaps? He does not see it that way and he would not mind a chance to finally be one again, if only for a moment, really. "I love it... And I appreciate you spent so much time on this for me. Thank you."

The smile he gives Elincia as he says it is the warmest one she has received from him yet. Maybe he could finally accept that it is time to move on from what once was.

[raijintosworn]

🎄 A pesky pegasus flies overhead, mistletoe clenched between its teeth. She can’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

“Sorry to bother you, kind sir, but I think our equine friend is feeling rather mischievous today.”

tis the season ; accepting

Well, this is certainly new. Ryoma raises his eyebrows at the absurdity of the situation, but, well, it is kind of funny, isn’t it? Even the mounts are feeling the festive spirit. Though, this particular fellow is feeling quite bold.

“Oh, please do not worry. It's quite funny, isn't it?” He assumes the pegasus likely isn’t hers; he can’t imagine anyone would send out their mount to matchmake. This woman seems lovely enough that she wouldn’t need the extra boost. Still, he’s rambling. It does feel quite strange to kiss a stranger, but as he’d been told - while in Fódlan, right?

It’s certainly one way to break the ice.

He’s careful as he tilts her head up. He presses a gentle kiss to her lips, before letting her go. Just like that, the pegasus is gone. He clicks his tongue in mock annoyance.

“I hope that isn’t your pegasus. There are much easier ways to flirt with strangers.” Not that he thinks anyone would truly flirt with him.

[yukyunotabibito]

♡

What if your muse and mine had a child | Accepting | 5/?

Another branded child for Nasir, everyone pull out their party poppers!! And this one is even a princess! Yayyyyyyy! He is still a bit salty about this one, but he can't bring himself to hate her in any way. Something about Nasir makes him function better as a girl dad than a boy dad lol.

Her brand is on her forehead, but it's hidden by her bangs. This is purposeful on her part, at Nasir's behest to protect herself. Things may be changing and this may be Crimea, but there will always be others who judge her for her laguz blood. That much is unavoidable.

Much like her father, she keeps herself distant from the affairs of others, standing off to the side and observing, while occasionally chiming in with a snide remark or two.

She takes more after Elincia visually - congrats on the beorc genes winning queen - but after Nasir in her personality. She tends to be as secretive as him, though the secrets she ends up keeping hold a lot less stakes. She may forgive, but she never forgets.

Does take more after Elincia in her hobbies though, taking an interest in the things that her mother likes to do and studying them herself, so that perhaps they may be able to enjoy them together <3

[egittae]

[ Fireflies ] 

Their light is mesmerising, floating motes upon an ink black sky. Elincia finds herself enthralled, following the flight of fireflies into the night. Dazzled by them, she stumbles into another.

"Oh dear, pardon me! Sir... Lambert is it?" She has seen precious little of the abyssal professor but made an effort to keep in mind her colleagues and students as best she could. His gaze was fathomless, as if staring beyond the material world. "Sir, are you quite alright? I'm terrible sorry, I should have paid attention to where I was going--"

"Perhaps I could make it up to you with one of my black feathers? A friendly exchange between colleagues would be lovely, I think."

____o boring inside. People just waddle to the melody, and do nothing else. There’s not ev___

Interesting things____o eat. Couldn’t___d____mething more fun?

Wait____kn___we ca___o

Hey, Rod____e, 

Ɔɥǝɔʞ ʇɥᴉs onʇ˙

“Check this out.”

Azure pools blinked, and gone was the blurred face framed by wavy midnight locks. Instead, a lady with vibrant green hair stood in its place- for a moment, before she stumbled into him. Lambert didn’t budge as she was too small to even make his balance sway, but he was still surprised by her sudden appearance. That and…well. The fact that he opened one hand to check if she was okay, and a ridiculous number of fireflies escaped from his grasp. All alive and uninjured, at best maybe a bit annoyed for being kept captive.

Why was he collecting fireflies in the dark anyway? 

“Ahaha, worry not. It is quite dark out here anyway, and one cannot help but focus on those little flying stars buzzing around.” He chose to ignore the fact that a dozen or more flew out of his hand, and focused on the lady instead. She seemed part of the faculty rather than a student, and while her face was definitely young he could tell through her eyes that she wasn’t green in the slightest. A leader. Kind.

“Indeed, my name is Lambert. And you are…” He ran through names and faces in his mind, trying to remember those among the staff list he had been granted earlier by a cardinal. “...Elincia, correct? Of the Black Eagles?”

Alongside an offered handshake, Lambert also handed out his brooch for the exchange. “Nice to meet you. Though we do not teach the same house, we are coworkers nonetheless. May we meet again later.”

[princepsumbra]

[ Mulled wine ] - Warm red wine spiced to perfection, ideal for staving off winter’s chill.

"Care to join me for a drink, Prince Leo? It's the perfect counterbalance to the snow falling," Elincia smiles, lifting a hand to brush a few errant flakes from her hair. She lifts her glass as a toast. "To good company. It's lovely to see the students enjoying themselves so thoroughly, don't you agree?"

"Oh, forgive me! I almost forgot, would you care to exchange our feathers?"

He's ready to call it a night.

His energy reserves are running dangerously low, and there's a slow-building ache along his temples that warns of an imminent migraine. Escaping out onto the streets helps, if only because of the fresh air.

Snow drifts down in lazy arcs, dusting his head and cheeks. The brief pinpricks of ice do wonders for the dull pain. "Ah, good evening, Lady Elincia." He smiles in return, accepting her offered drink. Their glasses clink softly as he answers her toast.

"Indeed. They deserve an evening to enjoy themselves." Leo sips at the wine, giving it an appreciate sniff. Delicious, yet subtle on the taste profile. "I hope you've found time to participate in the festivities as well."

He takes another sip, then reaches for his brooch with his free hand. "Of course. A memento of our shared drink in the snow."

[laslow]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

“It’s rather chilly out here, you know,” Elincia muses as she places the blanket around his shoulders. A quiet moment, the world stood perfectly still. “Penny for your thoughts, Laslow?”

Five Senses

One corner of his mouth quirks up into a lopsided smile. "Indeed it is! I don't mind it, really," he replies, though the way he draws the blanket a bit tighter around his shoulders says otherwise.

The stars flicker overhead. He scoots over an inch or so to make room for Elincia. "Oh, I doubt my thoughts are worth that much. Just enjoying the quiet."

Idly, he runs his fingertips along the edge of the blanket. Sitting here, underneath the stars, he's infinitely grateful for soft things.

"...Do you ever wonder if the people we've left behind are looking up at the stars, too?"

[philialdevotion]

Cookie Decorating - Cookies and biscuits of all shapes and sizes, fresh from the oven and ready for your own artistic flair. Will you make a custom tableau in gingerbread and royal icing, or dot shortbread with chocolate kisses, or smoosh jam into a linzer? Careful not to make too much of a mess!

"Lady Phila! Care to join me?" Elincia waves the knight over with a cheerful wave of her left hand, the right holding a piping bag filled with royal icing. Upon the counter top is a slab of gingerbread with somewhat crudely cut out pegasi shapes cut out. "You're a skilled rider, are you not? I'm trying to get the likeness of my darling Chrysaor but it turns out that's much harder than I expected."

Lady. The title pulls her name alongside it with all the ease of an unsteady newbie trying to drag their pegasi into the stable for cleaning. To hear her name in another's tone is itself a peculiarity; Lady transforms it into something quite illegible.

As such, it takes a moment for Phila to register the teacher who is hailing her. While they have never spoken directly, she has certainly noted her presence in the stables. The love she holds for the brilliant creature (Chrysaor... she does her best to note the name as she approaches the countertop) Phila spies her doting on during her own visits immediately elevated her to higher echelons of the instructor's regard.

'I thank you for the kind words.' She murmurs, praying that the tint of pink in her cheeks is subtle enough to be attributed to the heat of the bustling hall. 'The student body sings praises about your grace in flight,' She pauses, looking at the crumb-encrusted table in the misplaced hope it will form the words she wants to say for her. 'Perhaps we could collaborate on a lesson, I am certain I would learn as much as your pupils do.'

Chrysaor rears out of the gingerbread in endearingly hacked and hewn glory. Reaching for a slab of her own, Phila carves out a lumpy pegasi, wings spread and hooves striking the air. Smiling, she shows her fellow biscuit-shaper her attempt. 'I think your attempt admirable. Pegasi do not make for the most temperamental artistic subjects.' Glancing at the lumpy pony in her hands, she thinks of the first and only attempt made by Ylisse's royal artist to capture the knights, back when she had been but a recruit. Tempest hadn't meant to trample the court painter's easel. At least, that was what the recruits had all opined when asked. They were capricious, even in still-life; to Phila's unending frustration, and subdued delight.

[melusinezephyr]

a kiss where they’re both covered in blood

Kissies! (Still accepting)

The thrill of the hunt is perhaps the part that Zephia loves the most, the aftermath being far too much for her to handle on a good day. On a bad day... well...

She glances to her partner beside her, glad that there is someone to share in the bounty that these woods have to offer. Especially someone who was so radiant and beautiful once she truly began the chase.

Zephia counts herself lucky to have someone like that with her, and she cannot help but place a kiss on the other woman's lips as they are both drenched in the blood and glory of the day's hunt.

"It always does please me so to see you out there, my dear."

[randomnameless]

Jumping in,

I know AM ends with Dimitri trying to take her hand but come on, I'm not talking about Dimitri from the debate club offering his hand to someone who beat him last semester.

Dimitri is the leader of the allied forces who bonded together and revolted against her imperial subjugation of Fodlan that lasted 5 long years and killed thousands.

Even if Elincia offered her hand to Ashnard and, assuming he hit his head on a rock, he accepted - what was going to happen next? Letting him scot-free? Wouldn't Dheginsea immediately call for him to be brought to Goldoa to be Ire'd to oblivion for destroying his family? Would Tibarn offer him fruits and nuts after witnessing Gritnea? Hell, how would random Crimeans/Begnion/Laguz people react?

Back to @slotumn's post, while Nopes gives the AG cast some semblance of what you mentionned, aka self-awareness that they are invading and Adrestians will most likely despise them for generations to come (even if, iirc, the plot tells us that apparently Adrestia became a lawless place where people are killing each other because Agarthans are promoting chaos and destruction or something??) the game encourages the player can compare their reaction to the ones the Deers and the Eagles have in their respective routes (special mention to Lorenz who wants to visit the Firdhiad's School of Sorcery, as he is invading the capital!).

But I agree that there's no way the war can end without any "counter-invasion" or at least taking the capital/seat of the Red Empire who invaded.

AM (and FE16 in general) can't be assed with showing and telling us how characters feel about invading lands, or how the ones being invaded feel, but AG does (a little bit, we're still in a Fodlan game after all!), and yet, fwiw, I'm pretty sure the random Adrestians in AM also feel the same as they do in AG regarding the Kingdom's forces.

I mean, the Kingdom, in both routes, rolls over Adrestia and heads to Enbarr.

The only difference is the focus... on Supreme Leader.

AM!Dimitri doesn't want to kill her while AG!Dimitri dgaf about Lobotogard.

Guess which one is ultimately called the "Saviour King" and which one is a "worse version" of himself since he wasn't enlightened by the Goddess' avatar?

Honestly I think one thing a lot of 3H fans, especially the ones I suspect are American, underestimate is: how badly attacking and taking over another country will sour that population's opinion on you.

Doesn't matter how righteous the cause is. Doesn't even matter if it was a counter-invasion to another invasion/aggression. If you invade another country and bring bloodshed to their soil, people there will fucking hate you. Maybe they'll also blame their leaders for being incompetent or losing too, but they will definitely hate the invaders. Even if they understand that not all the people from the other country supported the war, whichever leader was heading the assault will be despised for decades to come, if not centuries.

And I know canon endings themselves push for this/not everyone wants to see or depict the more fucked up parts of losing a war/people can make whatever fanworks they want and blah blah blah, but the whole "my fave wins (militarily) and everyone on the continent more or less accepts their rule bc they're obviously morally correct" thing is like

no they fucking wouldn't.

They really, really, wouldn't.