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[sweetestrequiems]

Goodbye, Hoshido

Summary: You finally reached the Hoshidan capital. Little did you know, though, that you’d have to sacrifice Ryōma’s life in order to continue your control of the lands with Nohr. With the siege on the Great Wall of Suzanoh over, and your forces moving to Castle Shirasagi, you face the most difficult decision of your life yet. But, you did not realize that the fight would come at the cost of your body being taken over by an ancient power. 

Character(s): Female!Corrin (Will be referred to as Kamui.) Crown Prince of Nohr, Xander Crown Prince of Hoshido, Ryōma

TW: graphic description of death, violence, blood proceed with caution.  

A/N: Because my dumb ass was listening to Lost in Thoughts, All Alone on repeat and also sad, this is what happened. Written in a mixture of second and third person points of view. (You/Yours/Him/His) Pretty much a deviance from my normal works (i.e.: Broadway/West End shows), but I have a soft spot for this peculiar installment of the Fire Emblem franchise. Fates captivated my heart with its story, and with the moral choices it forces Corrin to take. I really wanted to write the Revelation route, but Conquest is just so much more fun. And, I owned Conquest first of all the three.

This is my take on Chapter 25: Ryōma, of Fire Emblem Fates: Conquest. (Note: Ryōma, in the games, dies by a different manner. I just wanted to have fun and write something that deviates from the story.) And yes, Kamui does indeed get taken over by Anakos.

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Your steps felt heavy against the bricks of the Hoshidan Capital, but you kept walking forward.

The Yato felt like a screaming fire in your hands, but you kept holding on to your beloved blade.

The gold of the blade was tarnished in the crimson of the blood of the Hoshidan army. Most everyone had fallen, and by your hands. This blood is something you would never be able to wash off. A hand grabs your shoulder and stops you in your tracks. You turn around, to find it’s none other than the blond wielder of the Siegfried, Xander. His gaze looked concerned, and you could see it in his eyes. Part of you could get lost in that gorgeous gaze of his.

“Kamui.” His voice was a tad abrasive at the moment, but you knew it held soft undertones. “Are you okay? You haven’t spoken much since we left the Great Wall of Suzanoh,” that’s where his voice softened up. With a nod, you just shake off whatever’s bothering you. The Grim Yato’s purplish glow was a bit of a comforting sight to you, but nonetheless, the blood was not as much. Your voice is quite mellow, but your expression reads troubled.

“I’m fine, Xander. Really, I can handle this.”

He didn’t look very reassured, but his hand lets go of you and the two of you continue to walk. The blade of the Yato rested on your shoulders, as a way for you to give your arm a break from carrying it so much. Castle Shirasagi looked a little too desolate on the outside, which began to worry you. You had just spared Sakura and Hinoka, and Takumi had gone missing during the seize on the Great Wall. Your brain was reeling with thoughts and uncertainty, which even Xander himself was feeling. Knowing you two had one task left at hand, you both drew your blades and opened up the doors.

“Go to the Throne Room, Kamui. I’ll fetch the others, and wait for us there.” Just as soon as he had come in with you, he left. 

You remember the layout of the castle. This was your family’s home. Your brothers, and your sisters... all of them lived here. But with Takumi gone, and your sisters in hiding... this became nothing. Your feet against the tatami made a soft thud noise with every step. The Grim Yato’s glow began to get brighter the closer you inched to the throne room. It was detecting the energy of Ryōma’s blade, the fabled Raijintō. You kept following it, hoping to maybe speak to Ryōma.

The sounds behind you grew louder with time. Xander had returned with everyone, and you had just opened the door to the throne room.

There he stood, the red samurai. Eldest of the Hoshidan noble family, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Hoshido: Ryōma, with the Raijintō sheathed, yet in his hands.

“Kamui, you have done well so far,” the unsheathing of the electric-pulsing blade immediately lit the torches in the room up. You saw his eyes full of both pain and love. This was a fate he never wanted to accept, that he would be going against his little sister. “But all of that was just practice. No more games, young one. To the death.”

This speech, of course, was cut short by that vile Iago. You hated him from day one. You knew something about him was off. And in the way that he threw Hinoka’s lance at Ryōma, you knew the chance to talk was over. He pinned a false death on you, and... well, you had to go along with it. Your face was full of shame and regret, as to go along with the act, but... Ryōma’s features, lit by the torchlight, looked rough.

Betrayal replaced the love in his eyes. 

The doors to the throne room close behind you, with everyone else trapped on the outside. You turn around, yelling for someone to come back in. “Xander! Xander please! Open the door!” But even with the attempts one could hear, the door would not budge. Xander’s calming voice would be what brings you peace in this moment of fear. “Stand strong, Kamui! We’ll find our way in there!”

The second you turned around, the blade of the Raijintō was coming down upon you with fury. Bringing up the Yato, you stumble back a step or two, crying out from fear. Your brother’s rage was something you were blessed to have never witnessed, but it was truly a difficult sight to bear. “YOU MURDERING FIEND!”

“Ryōma, please–”

“I will have revenge for my sister! I challenge you to a duel!! I will not rest until I kill you myself, you traitorous scum! When the sun sets on this day, one of us will be dead. No one will get between me and my revenge!” The force on his blade doubled as you struggled to keep your ground. With all of your might, you manage to push your eldest brother back, and stare at him with pained eyes. “Ryōma, please! We can talk this out!”

But it was too late. The samurai was set on his one goal of avenging Hinoka, blissfully unaware that you had actually spared her.

Before you even managed a chance to catch your ground on the tatami, the Raijintō was coming right for your side. The smallest bit of the end of the blade cuts into your skin, and you cry out, needing to step back. The side of your body began to feel a little warm as that crimson liquid that had dried on your Yato was now running down your side. Looking up, you see the samurai you call a brother winding up for another attack, the Raijintō now showing off its true aura of electricity. The fire from the torches was dancing around the sleek katana’s blade.

This was not how you wanted to take Hoshido, but it seemed this was the only way to do so.

Your hands tighten around the hilt of the Yato. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain, you just begin to run down the corridor of the throne room, swinging the golden blade of your sword in a diagonal that would catch Ryōma off guard. And it did, as the top layer of armor he wore across his chest cracked upon the hard blow of your blade. In fact, just a small part of the edge of the blade got lodged in it, and you had to force yourself to yank it off of him. 

“I see, you truly have been practicing. Well done, Kamui. But... I cannot bear to look at you. You’re a traitor to your family. To your home!”

It was a dance of blades. His Raijintō versus your Yato. 

The sound of the metal clashing was driving you mad. You paused for a moment, seeming to look defeated. But instead, a rage began to consume you. Your dragon roots, due to Anakos’ blood being your own. Looking up at the tall ceiling of the throne room, you release a dragon’s cry into the air. The people outside of the locked throne room all seemed to have gone quiet. Your gaze goes down to meet Ryōma’s, and he looks a little shaken himself. Your red gaze seems to have hardened, because you feel your eyebrows furrowed.

You look down at yourself, to come find your Silent Dragon’s features have taken over parts of your body. Your hands are the menacing talons you used to crush Hoshidan soldiers at the Great Wall of Suzanoh, your silver tail has broken a hole into the tatami behind you, and your dragon’s horns have revealed themselves. Your grip on the Yato tightens, snd you charge forward, newfound strength coming from this rage. The first swing you manage to take against Ryōma in this state of yours lodges the golden blade into his torso, with a cry coming from the Crown Prince. 

In a frantic display, the prince manages to dislodge himself from your blade’s grasp, hand going to cover the wound. It was pretty deep, but he would never admit defeat. You see the sparks fly from the Raijintō, and you knew what was coming for you. Deciding to ignore his wound, the Crown Prince charged forward, unleashing his fabled Astra attack. A blur of five strikes, which caught you off guard. You find yourself stumbling back, and even falling to the tatami, several open wounds on your body. 

But just as he began his charge again, you raise up your left hand. Catching the blade as he began his strike, your eyes open and a leg comes up. Enough to kick him back, and make him drop the blade.

“Kamui, hold on a little longer!” You hear Xander call from outside. Little would he know though, that you were not yourself.

Standing up with a struggle, your grip on the Yato tightens once more. Another dragon’s cry. You begin to run towards him, with the golden blade striking downwards. He managed to get the Raijintō in his hands on time, but struggled to block your attack. Deflected the first, but the second was a strike. The voices of hatred were screaming in your head. “Death, death!” They chant, and you can't help but want to oblige. Ryōma stands up, needing the support of his blade to actually stand up. You managed to inflict quite a few wounds that were deep enough to cause concern.

However, you had had enough.

An attack Ryōma would never expect is a lunge forward, and a lunge forward is what you met him with. Just as you narrowly avoided his diagonal slash, it moved him into perfect position. The golden blade is driven into the top right sector of his chest, right by his collarbone. Your ears picked up the breaking of bones, and the sound of him gasping in an instant. “Further, further!” The voices screamed about the blade. As you continued to run, the golden blade began to exit out his back, and you could see the crimson running down it. Kicking him away from the blade inflicted more pain, as well. 

He immediately fell down in front of you, hand coming to clutch the area, knowing damn well it would not be enough. Looking up, the fear in his eyes began to set in. “Kamui–” Your voice echoed as you spoke. This was not you speaking anymore, but rather, a wrathful Anakos. “Kamui is no more, pitiful fool. Only I reign supreme, and just soon... there will be no more of Hoshido!”

He struggles to stand up this time. You watch him struggle, and even allow it. But you got sick of all of this. Throwing your Yato to the side, you simply prepared to dash forward. You wanted to end this here, and now. So, you would. And in quite a gruesome style.

Ryōma barely had any time to look up or prepare to defend himself as your black-taloned hands began to reach for his body. A dragon’s talons were sharper than anything man could imagine, and being a Silent Dragon, you had an edge of being a descendant of the First Dragons. Just as your left hand tightly gripped his neck, your right swung right into the wound on his torso, the size of your claws helping to tear through the skin. The bones of the lower ribs cracked with the impact of your fist, and the insides were all suffering grievous damage. The Crown Prince found himself crying out for help.

No one was going to come to his aid, though. 

Your bloodied right hand retracts itself, but your claws dig right back into his skin. He was beginning to lose grip on your left arm in an attempt to stop your other arm. But alas, he was unable to. Raking your right hand up from the wound, you made sure your claws were deep enough to cause real damage. That’s when you look up to see him cough. Blood was beginning to come out of his mouth. Letting go of his neck, you push him down, with your dragon’s tail swinging hard enough to knock him right to the floor. 

He looked pitiful, and you stood over him with blood dripping from your arm.

“K-Kamui!”

Just as he reached up with an arm to beg for his life, you forcefully brought your right arm down, claws piercing through the skin and with force enough to rip a hole into his chest. The life in his eyes almost immediately left, and he began to turn pale. With a tight grip on bone, you crush his already broken ribs. Your vision grew redder for a moment. Carnal instinct took over, and your left hand came to join the right, you needing to make sure he was out for the count all together. 

As your hands exit the partially open chest cavity of the body, you stand up, the warm, gory liquid dripping from your arms. The door on the other side of the throne room breaks open. It must have been the work of Leo and the Brynhildr tome. The Nohrian nobles rush in, seeing if you’re okay. But they all stand back, fear in their eyes as you look right up at them. That same, echoing voice from your ancestor being what speaks to them.

“He was first of many, and you are all next.”

All you saw was Camilla immediately hug Elise, as to cover her eyes from the blood splatter. Leo, with his jaw hanging and his mouth agape in horror. Xander, with fear in his eyes and a tense body. He raises Siegfried up in a defensive stance, with Leo joining him by opening up Brynhildr. You laugh at their attempt, but Camilla soon joins with her axe resting on her shoulder.

“Kamui, what have you done?”

“You just ruined our chances at–”

“I ruined nothing. This prince believed himself a rightful warrior, and I gave him but a worthy challenge he could not complete.”

The family is mortified at your words. You stare down at the body below you, letting a laugh or two escape. The blood from your arms had dripped onto Ryōma’s cadaver. His face and hair had the red liquid that once gave him life on it. You just stare at the ripped open body with a smirk, eventually looking up at Xander.

“You’re next, Nohrian Prince.”

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A groan of displeasure sounded from beneath Siegbert’s chin as Shinonome pressed his back to the other’s chest. Having had business to attend to outside of the palace, Shinonome had decided to tag along, but he was starting to regret that decision. The snow was coming down hard now, and it seemed that this was delaying their carriage. The wind picked up, leading Shinonome to curse. He didn’t want to even THINK about how much worse this would be if Siegbert wasn’t nearby.

『 ♞ 』 A low bearing chuckle escaped the king's lips upon hearing Shinonome groan from underneath his chin, holding the other just about as close as possible he knew Hosnidan's did not fair well in the cold. Even if Shino was a reptile that always required heat the Paladin did not mind, merely holding him closer while softly setting his chin atop the spear wielders head. ❛I can only provide so much warmth Shinonome, if you want there is a blanket sitting across from us I will not heat up that much.❜ While Nohrian's were well known for being space heaters in the cold, the bitter chill of the wind outside was not something Siegbert could stop at free will.

[boelca]

Fatesona Challenge! Day 10: C-S-Support - Joe/Scarlet

Write one support conversation with (canon fates units or other fatesonas) that would end in marriage with that character (i.e. S-Supports).

A/N Because I'm self-indulgent trash. Also it seems like I'm slightly sadist (technically a little masochistic too) since I like destroying my poor fatesona's heart huehue I’m not 100% happy with this, but I need to move on from this day orz

Support: Joe/Scarlet

C-Support Joe: Alright, you can do this, Joe. Just go up and ask her your questions. Just smile nice n' polite and be real *gulp* polite and nevermind the fact that she's built like an Amazonian warrior princess and could probably snap you in half like a twig... Okay, you know what? Let's, uh, maybe wait on this for a day... or two... or twenty-four... Scarlet: Hmm? Hey, you there! What's with the loitering? See something ya like? Joe: GRRK! Scarlet: Whoa, you okay? Joe: Y-YEAH! I mean, um, yeah! I'm totally fine, just handy-dandy! Never better!... Uh... Hi! I'm Joe! Scarlet: Name's Scarlet. Are ya sure you're okay? Ya kinda look a little shaky. Joe: Oh, I'm fine! I just, uh, um... *sigh* Hey, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions? I've been burning with curiosity about a few things, and I'd really appreciate it if you could help me. Scarlet: Sure! I don't mind! Fire away! Joe: O-Okay! Um, I've noticed that your weapons are really... what's the word? Decorated? Yeah, decorated. Do you do that yourself, or do you buy your weapons like that? Or, do you hire someone else to do them? Scarlet: Nah, I make 'em shiny all by myself! The gal who taught me the technique called it mosaic, and it's one of my favorite things to do. Joe: Mosaic? That's so cool! How do you create them? Scarlet: Well, first, I...

B-Support Joe: Hello, Scarlet! Scarlet: Yo, Joe! More questions, I take it? Joe: Yup! But, uh, before I ask this one, I just wanna let you know that you can not answer anytime you want, and it definitely won't offend me at all! Scarlet: Hmm? Now you're making me a bit nervous. You askin' after my love life or somethin'? Joe: N-No way! I'd never just jump right into your personal life like that, I swear! No, I j-just wanted to let you know is all! Scarlet: I'm just playing! Haha, so what's your question? Joe: I'd like to know more about the knights of Cheve, if it's okay? We heard about y'all all the way in Izumo, and I'm just curious about what your company is exactly. Scarlet: First, the knights of Cheve and my company aren't the same thing, though my company is made up of Chevois knights. Second, what you've probably heard about is the resistance, which was started and is comprised of mostly my company, but is bigger than just my men. Joe: Ahh... okay! Well, then, what prompted you to be the, um, what's the word... driving force...? Yeah, driving force of the resistance then? Scarlet: I couldn't stand what King Garon was doing to his people, and I couldn't trust the Nohrian nobility to do right by the common folk, either. So, I took matters into my own hands to protect the citizens of Nohr. And citizens everywhere, really! I just can't stand by and let someone innocent get hurt, ya know? Joe: ...Wow... You really are like some awe-inspiring warrior princess, fighting for the good of her people! Scarlet: Hah! Warrior princess? I like the sound of that! Joe: Well, it's true! You're always so regal-looking, not to mention you're really a force of nature on the battlefield! You're seriously like a fairy tale hero! Scarlet: Haha, keep talking and I'll have to start asking after your intentions! Joe: *blush* ... *passes out* Scarlet: H-Hey!

A-Support Scarlet: Yo, Joe! Back at it again with some more questions? Joe: You know it! I don't know if I've said it yet, but thanks so much for being so patient with all of my questions. I normally would've read up on the info myself, but... it's kinda hard to read a book about something recent like the resistance that hasn't been written down yet, y'know? Scarlet: Don't mention it! I like talkin' about home, especially with someone as eager to listen as you! Makes the missing not as strong. Joe: You miss home? Scarlet: Oh, all the time! Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be here and all, fighting the good fight, but I do miss my fellas back home. It's taken some getting used to not waking up to the sounds and smells of Cheve. Joe: ...Do you mind telling me more about Cheve, then? I know it's a small country south of Nohr, and I know that it's famous for its knights. What are some of the customs and such there? Scarlet: Hmm, customs? Well, in Cheve, we believe that those who die turn into stars. Stargazing's really popular among the Chevois because of it. Joe: That sounds so... hmm... not melancholy... more like beautiful, I guess? It's such a... pretty way to think of death. Also kind of comforting, I guess. Scarlet: Isn't it, though? To think that my mom and pop are still watching over me wherever I go... Shining as brightly in death as they did in life... I think it's amazing. Joe: I like that idea, I think... Yeah, I like that a lot... *DING DING* Scarlet: Aw, damn, sounds like it's time for training. Sorry I got carried away! Ya didn't even get to hear that much about Cheve! Joe: Oh, no! It's totally fine! I'm so happy that I got to know you better! I really enjoyed hearing about such an awe-inspiring belief, so please don't worry about it! Scarlet: Hey, why don't we go stargazing sometime, and I'll tell ya more about Cheve? Joe: That'd be great! I look forward to it!

S-Support Scarlet: Joe! Over here! Joe: Hey, Scarlet! Sorry I took so long! I... sorta got involved in an incident in town. Scarlet: Seriously? You? What happened? Joe: Er, well, there was this guy yelling at this other guy who owned a ore-cart... thing, and he just kept talking down to the poor guy, and, of course, the guy who owned the cart couldn't say anything because the guy who was yelling had these big ol' bodyguards, and I just... lost it, I guess? I walked up to the cart and kinda pushed the other guy away, and I started politely conversing with the owner until the other guy tried to move me, and then I sorta kinda threatenedtokickhisbuttwithmytome... Scarlet: Woah, woah! Really? Joe: Yeah! The guy who owned the cart ended up giving me a huge discount n' stuff, too, even though I said I didn't need anything for it. I wasn't planning on buying any, but then I remembered your mosaics that you make, so, um... here ya go. Scarlet: Oh wow, there's so many! You shouldn't have, you crazy-generous sweetheart! I'll have to give one of your festals the razzle-dazzle treatment for this! And since when did you get so upfront? You're usually more timid! I would've thought you'd've called the town guard or something! Joe: Normally I would have, but... I guess I've taken your words to heart, ya know? I don't want to just be a bystander anymore. I want to actually take an active role in helping people. I want to... be more like you.   Scarlet: Nah, you don't need to be like me. You're perfect the way you are! Joe: Haha, not really. I'm working on it though! I mean, like I said, I'm trying to be more like you, and who's more perfect than you are? Haha! Scarlet: ...Ya really think I'm perfect? Joe: Hmm...? *pause* Oh my sweet gods, did I really say that out loud?! Scarlet: That you did! Joe: I-I-I, UM, UH- Scarlet: Calm down now! Your face looks like it's hot enough to fry a fish on, haha! There's nothing wrong with saying ya think I'm great! I think you're pretty great as well! Joe: U-Um, wow, uh, s-so, um, Cheve! W-We were gonna talk about Cheve, yeah?! Scarlet: Haha, yeah we were! But, before I answer another question for you, mind answering a question for me? Joe: N-Not at all. Scarlet: What do you plan to do after all this is over? Joe: Hmm? W-well, originally, I figured I'd go back home and keep studying and working, but now... I'm not so sure. I think I'll just go wherever someone like me's needed. Wherever I can be most of help, ya know? I AM trying to become a better person, after all. Scarlet: Well, if that's the case, ya could always come back to Cheve, with me. Joe: W-With you? Scarlet: Yeah! I'd love to show you Cheve first hand, and I know you could help us with any loose ends that'll come after all this. Not to mention, I'd really hate to be away from the girl I love! Joe: That sounds so- wait, girl you what now?! Scarlet: You heard me! I think you're the greatest gal ever! You're sweet n' bright like starlight, and I always feel so darn happy whenever ya come to talk to me! Not to mention, the way you focus on me and only me when I'm talking makes me feel like the only person in the world to you! Joe: Sw-sweet mother of all things good and holy, Scarlet... I... I don't know what to say. Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever think you'd also... Scarlet: Also? Aw, do you like me, too? Joe: N-No!... I... ugh, gimmee a second... I thought I'd have longer to figure this all out... I-I don't like you... I love you. I, um, darn it all, I had a whole speech and everything planned out in case this ever happened- not that I ever thought it would but- Gods, how do those people in the stories always manage to be so smooth?! Scarlet: Haha, Earth to Joe! Still with me? Joe: O-Oh, yeah! I just... *sigh* Scarlet, you're so much better than me at this... You've flustered the heck outta me! But, um... If I'm starlight, then you're the sun. You shine brighter than anyone I've ever met, and I, well, I've been drawn to you like a butterfly to a flower since I first met you! At first, you were just this amazing and awe-inspiring knight right out of my books. B-But then you just kept getting better and better the more I got to know you... I-I really do love you, Scarlet, a-and I'd be honored if you let me accompany you when you return to Cheve. Scarlet: ...And you said I flustered ya? Gods, Joe, ya know just what to say to a gal! Let's you and me help end this war! Together! Joe: Y-Yes! Together!

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royal-botanist royal-botanist 『 ♞ 』 ❛There seems...

Either Shinonome isn’t in his right mind or he loves Siegbert and wants to prove him wrong. (Spoiler: it’s the latter.) Cue the smaller teenager grabbing Siegbert’s face and pressing kisses to both of his cheeks in the proper Nohrian fashion before plopping another one smack dab on his lips. Pulling away, the grin on his face proved that he was very happy and proud of himself.

『 ♞ 』 Taking note of how Shinonome moved closer it did put a perplexed expression on pale features, ti was not till it was too late that Siegbert realized what was going on. The kisses placed to both his cheeks flared a fluorescent red but that was not the worst of it, one the kiss to his lips left Siegbert stunned for a moment he could only stare at Shinonome in bewilderment. 

Till both hands rose to cover his face he could not get any redder trying to hide his features, the flush was not one of embarrassment or dislike Shino always had a way of setting off these emotions with ease. Once the Crown Prince made sure no one else was around (or at least it appeared to be that way), both hands dropped shyly before a rose tinted smile crossed his features pulling Shinonome in for a light yet loving kiss in return.

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Shino has decided that he’s going to hug Siegbert and keep him away from all of the assholes who keep making fun of him for his hair. They’ll be meeting with his naginata later, but for now, hugs are in order.

『 ♞ 』 The hug is something Siegbert isn't all too used to close contact was difficult at times, but in this moment the Nohrian more than happily accepts it. Holding onto Shinonome was easy given how warm and comforting he felt, even more so after all the teasing that was received mere moments prior still hung heavily within his mind. 

Siegbert liked to display things did not get to him when they were made against him, but in actuality, they remained firm even after weeks passed what if this hair style was just that bad? Seeing how his father bore his hair proudly he never saw Marx made fun of for such a thing if Siegbert was going to be the king of Nohr someday with such a style it'd bring disgrace to his father.

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► ¿ ◄  The slow response in Hoshidan was more than enough for him to understand that Shinonome was trying to hide from the topic at hand, going so far as to try and play it off that he did not understand a word that the crown prince was saying. Siegbert knew well enough that the man before him was smarter than most would allow themselves to think, some even considered the High Prince Of Hoshido to be stupid given how those damn nobles acted around him. 

One glance at the other's body language spoke volumes of his condition the lie not helping the matter, this must have happened while Shinonome was training under one of those ice cold waterfalls it was the only assumption the Paladin could make at this moment. A low bearing sigh left pale lips just enough for him to cross both arms over his chest, a dead set gaze resting upon the other's features to show how unamused he was at being lied to.

❛Там нет необходимости лежать.❜

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Little time was wasted in practically SLAMMING a box down on top of whatever menial paperwork Siegbert had decided to busy himself with today. Shinonome didn’t much care if he had forgotten about the date. What mattered was that he was told that he should get his boyfriend something for the occasion, even though his knowledge of Valentine’s Day told him otherwise.

Of course, store bought chocolates were simply no good. Any self-respecting Hoshidan would cry foul at loveless, mass-produced confectionaries! Shinonome had tried his best to make chocolate for Siegbert (with Grey’s help, of course, though he had been more of a nuisance than anything). While he’d been told that the flavor was fine, the look he’d been going for was…not achieved. One MIGHT be able to see how he had tried to shape the chocolate into things such as hearts and swords and the symbol of Nohr, but you would really have to squint in order to see. Really, they might as well have been nothing more than blobs of chocolate on a sheet of paper within the box that outshined their appearance in every way.

Biting the inside of his lip nervously, Shinonome scooted the box farther across the desktop, closer to Siegbert. A moment passed, and then he did so again. As anxious as he was over the idea that Siegbert might not like his Valentine’s Day gift, the suspense of not knowing was KILLING him!

『 ♞ 』There had been no sound nor indication that Shinonome had entered the same room let alone managed to startle Siegbert, the slam of the box on top of the paperwork he had been working on it took a moment for the paladin to collect himself thought wise. Wine-stained irises gazed upon the box in question with a confused expression, that was until he took one glance to Shinonome's features seeing how anxious he was. When the box was scooted closer to him and once again a light smile displayed itself over the look of confusion, reaching out with both hands it did not take much for him to pick the box up to set it directly in front of himself. 

Lifting off the top what he saw inside seemed to be chocolates that retainer a rather strange kind of shape, it was hard to make out what they were exactly meant to represent but he could make out the hearts easier. Upon the realization what this gift meant it must have been for the day he forgot about, one that had never been on his mind as a young boy seeing how there was never a need nor reason to celebrate it. Reaching out with a gloved hand Siegbert softly touched one of the chocolates in question as if he were inspecting it, the light smile turned into one that matched the nickname Shinonome had given him so long ago now. 

Standing from his seat the Nohrian strode over to where the other stood, a hand softly reached out to cup the Hoshidan's cheek only to softly thumb over it in an affectionate manner. ❛Shinonome... You, made these for me?❜ Gods, now he felt terrible for not remembering this day one where paperwork consumed his very life, something his father also did when it came to such a matter he would have to return the gestures the best way he knew how to. While Siegbert was not a man for physical affection beyond little soft touches, this would be an exception to that as that hand moved to the back of the others head leaving a kiss of adoration upon a pair of rose tinted lips to show his love and appreciation. 

❛Thank you, I love them but not as much as I love you Shino.❜