#ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ! ; heroes

[eirikc-blog]

“it’s just a cut, really.”

five little words || accepting.

  Lips fell silent for a moment, tension in her muscles shifted as her fingertips became numb. She knew that protecting everyone, was idealistic, a dream far beyond her reach, grasping at straws– unease clenching her throat, as if to strangle her from speaking. War would be war, she couldn’t run away from such a fact… an expression wrung with guilt as she gazed at the gash. 

  Her mind assured her that it wasn’t her fault, that such was bound to happen– and yet she couldn’t shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach, churning as her fingers curled, holding back her immediate response, biting her tongue. 

            ‘ …Are you sure ? It doesn’t look like just an ordinary cut… ’

  A small smile of empathy peaked through her grim look, a mix of melancholy and apology, hoping that she could help in anyway, after all, feeling somewhat responsible for the problem she felt she had caused… she fought to protect her allies, ones that were dear to her, ones that also stood up for a similar cause that they believed in…

         ‘ …Although I’m no healer… I can help patch it up if you’d like… ’

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❝ i hope you're not feeling lonely now that your friends are here... er... and whoever that new guy is, ❞ he points languidly towards valter, uncertain what to make of him, ❝ but... don't forget i'm here too for you, yeah? i wouldn't trade you for the world. ❞

  It was true that she had been caught up in a storm of emotions seeing familiar faces in Askr, a sign that Magvel had not fallen in her absence.. or at least to an extent… maybe she had not realized such sooner, but she had started to realize that heroes even of her own world may not be in sync with her own. A realization that would still plague her thoughts with her country still restoring… how it would fare with it’s rulers gone… but she hoped that peace would continue with the Demon King’s slumber.

                 ‘ Oh Valter… Don’t mind him… I’m sure he won’t cause much trouble… ’

  A small chuckle escaped her lips at the thought, maybe she cherished the dead much more that she had experienced such a wonder… the fact that Askr could pull heroes out when they were still alive… the thought of her dead friend had crossed her mind… but she knew that such was wishful thinking… after all… the dead stayed dead, no matter how much she wished it… wanting to see him would directly insult all the hard work he had put in. 

  Reaching her hand out to the warrior’s, someone she had become very close to… it was almost like a dream that such was even possible, to think that someone from another world, could come even close to how she thought of the people back home, was something very special, something that not even some from Magvel could even come close to.

  ‘ Alm…! You know that no matter how many people may come to Askr, whether they are my companions or not, no one could ever replace you in my heart… After all, I would never trade you for the world either… ’

  Her lips fell silent for a moment, knowing that there may come a day where they would have to part… she would never forget Alm… after all, no one could take that place in her heart… her fingers wove between his, giving a gentle squeeze.

                             ‘ So if we both feel that way, I’ll hold on as tight as I can .’

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❛ i would sell my soul for a soul worth keeping. ❜

a softer world || not accepting.

  Words of odd choice, showed her how different the views from other worlds could be. For a statement like that, she pondered for a moment on such a meaning… for words had many interpretations– though none seemed like an optimistic outcome. For someone to give their soul for another, she would be lying if she hadn’t thought of such, but… she knew that the souls of the damned or living would never be enough to fill the hole she had dug in her heart. 

  It was one of the few times that she really listened to the struggles of the others, with most casting a smile on their face, with everything dark shoved to take a backseat to fight for the kingdom of Askr, things seemed to move so quickly, there was barely any time to remorse over anything… maybe such was a blessing or a curse. But even so, she reached out a hand– as if to offer some sort of gesture of compassion. 

   ‘ …As much as I’d like to deny the thought myself… I do not see any shame in such words… ’

  A pause. Exhaling steadily, keeping her tempo– such a thought was most likely nothing more than empty wishing… but for all of them, royalty or commoner, they all suffered the same fate of being a soldier, facing the hardships of death plaguing them, lingering over them like death.

  ‘ But we must not trade away such precious things, even if they may hurt– such things are necessary… to carry on with us… ’

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confess! if u get the same number i randomized for u i'm gonna PISS

Confession || accepting.

                                              ‘ …You are everything to me. ’

  Words shamefully escaped her lips, something that she would have never dared to speak in front of anyone, but her state of consciousness grew fuzzy, with memories flooding in, a wave of emotions– reality slipping through her fingers.

   ‘ Y…You know, I once had a dear friend, at the time, he meant everything to me… My brother and I… we were very close to him… And yet, I couldn’t protect him… ’

  A moment of silence escaped her lips, unsure if the booze or her emotions caused her to well up in silence. She knew that he was gone, and she knew that he would never come back– yet her heart still held onto her guilt, following her like a plague.

   ‘ …I-In the end… I was the one who killed him… I had to take the life of someone so dear to me… ’

  Her hand gently reached out to Alm, fumbling and pathetic, holding back her tears, wanting to indulge in some form of comfort, honestly… she wondered if her past even made such a difference, nothing would change her fate, and she knew that there was nothing she could do about it… she had tried to pull herself away, and yet she had fallen in love— with someone that she knew she would have to part with someday.

  ‘ I… I don’t want to hurt you, Even… If we somehow met… on the battlefield… I… I… don’t think … I could do it twice…. It would hurt too m-much…’

                                               ‘ S..So please… Don’t leave… ’

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❛ if i could have just one wish, i would probably screw it up. ❜

a softer world || not accepting.

  Hands balled into a fist, a strained feeling stinging her heart at such words. As much as she always wanted to help the people she cared for so dearly, she always seemed to fail at it as well. Words of encouragement and reassurance were hardly useful in times like these, only silence filled the gap between her lips and throat.

  She was more than certain in a belief of such words not being true… with someone with a good heart, she was sure that such a wish would never go to waste… but she knew that wishes in general was a path that should tread with caution… what someone’s wishes were, and the outcome were drastically different things… she had learned the hard way through her dear friend’s actions… and they had both suffered the horrific consequences. 

                                                  ‘ I… don’t believe that… ’

  Eyes looking up to meet the warrior’s, a smile being as gentle as she could, her heart being pour out into the words she spoke. Maybe her unrealistic optimism was blinding her judgement, but she wanted to believe in the good of humanity– to see past such a pessimistic view, despite the odds they always seemed to face. 

   ‘ Even if something like a wish could fail, that doesn’t mean that your heart was in the wrong place… ’

  A pause, feeling her heart tremble a little– for she hoped that she wouldn’t make the situation worse from her words… even so, she believed in them enough to push forward.

  ‘ …After all, our wishes are the reason we fight, because we have something we want to protect… ’

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"We should go."

welcome to nightvale || not accepting.

  Although she usually never ran from a fight, the Embla army was too much for them, having an overwhelming power, little with which they could fight back... such could be seen as shameful to retreat... but Eirika knew that she had to choose her battles, some things were worth waiting for another day... as bitter as it felt... but it was the only logical option at this point. 

  Grasping Sieglinde in her hand, her feet stumbled back, turning to the thief-- nodding her head to signify her understanding of the situation. Maybe she really had some of her brother’s pride flowing in her, after all-- they were twins... but such pride would be settled over the life and death of her comrades. 

                                           ‘ We made it out ! Are you alright ? ’

  Heavy breaths came from her lips, looking up to see if major damage had been taken... even if wounds healed unnaturally fast in such a world... it did not stop such from hurting... even the feeling of death... was almost unreal-- only to wake up as if such had never happened. 

                         ‘ If you have any injuries, I can help when we get back...! ’

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❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞

short stories || not accepting.

  Battles seemed to come and go endlessly– being pulled into such a strange world, being able to meet multiple other heroes from other worlds and continents was almost exciting… though she couldn’t say that she enjoyed all the fighting, she hoped that such was for a good cause, trying her best to put faith in that they were doing the right thing. She had come to battle alongside countless allies, one including a tactician from a strange place called Ylisse.

  Though she didn’t know the tactician very well, she had thrust herself to block an attack that was coming her way, leading in a rather large gash in the Renais Princess. It wasn’t much of a problem, with healing capabilities being rather heightened in such a world, to the point where death was practically impossible, even if the feeling of such was… though she had somehow managed to numb herself to such by now.

  Words that gave her second thoughts on her actions from the other stung a little, even if she was determined to stay by them.. after all, she wanted to protect people rather than fight… there were many people she had failed to protect… to her, it was only the least she could have done.

         ‘ It’s true that I didn’t… but I didn’t want to see you hurt… I hope you’re alright… ’

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❝ i heard it was your birthday. you weren't planning on hiding it from me, were you? ❞ he laughs a bit at his own tease before he unveils his gift from behind his back: a pair of new gauntlets. he's learned how devoted to swordplay she is, so he figures it best to choose a gift accordingly. ❝ happy birthday, eirika. ❞

  Her face turns to one of surprise, eyes fluttering at the statement. Time had gone by so fast that she barely remembered her own birthday. The Askr Kingdom was fairly easy to adjust to… with time seeming to fly by so fast, it had seemed as if the last birthday she had in Magvel was like a fleeting dream… Both her brother and her never did much exciting anymore for such… but with all the heroes around she was surprised that the talk of birthdays even arose…!

                        ‘ Oh, Alm…! I never meant to hide anything of the such…! ’

  Cheeks flustered from the teasing before she noticed the present that he had gotten her, surprised that he would have gone out of the way to even get her something… such a sentiment was more than enough to make her day– as a small smile curled on her face, trying to keep herself composed, as if she were a kid again… 

                                …It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time.

                                                               ‘ Alm… ’

  The words seemed to slip out of her mouth– feeling a spark of happiness well up inside her, as she accepted his thoughful present, something worth more than she could express with words. She had always let the things that had happened, with Lyon and the Demon King leave her so melancholic– such a simple gesture left heartfelt words escape her lips.

  ‘ …Thank you… This means a great deal to me… your kind actions and words move my heart so… I will gladly wear them, and cherish them… ! ’

  After all, now she had to do something for his birthday too, when the time came around, after all– Alm was someone that had become very special to her heart, someone that gave her strength.

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@northfaire cont. from this

  The moment his words hit her, she could only imagine what it was like-- the anger and frustration that he felt... But the pain of meeting on the battlefield hurt much more than she had anticipated-- as she clutched Sieglinde in her hand, how if things were different... oh how she relived such troubles in her head, the thought of people she couldn’t save, how she yearned for Alm to not be added to such grief in her heart. 

                      But still.... she couldn’t find room in her heart to blame him.

 She could only wallow in silence to his words, feeling them press down at the weight of her mind. To work harder for the people back home-- how she knew the feeling was likely mutual for most... how her heart wept to be in a situation like this. All the fond memories that she had, that she had spent with him... she didn’t want to believe such was for nothing, she still cared for him-- whether he was on Askr’s or Embla’s side, no matter what Kiran’s thoughts were... her feelings didn’t change.

     ‘ Of course I cannot blame you... no matter what path you’ve chosen, we all have our reasons for what we do-- I know that well. ’

  Thoughts flooded back to her, as she fumbled back a little-- hearing the blade removed from his sheath, as she clutched her own in her hand. She knew it was her duty... she knew that such was expected from her... but... how could she bring her arms up against someone she had come to care for? For a moment she thought about Lyon, and how she was forced to go through the moment her sword broke through his rib cage, seeing him bleed-- endless nights with her sobs breaking the silence, the Demon King haunting her memories.

  ‘ I understand you want to be stronger... but does it have to be like this...?!     I know this is my duty to fight the Embla Kingdom... but how can I bring my    sword up against you... my hand quivers at the thought... Alm.... ’

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*drop’s his shoe*aaahhh my shoe! theres shoe everywhere. *bends over seductively to pick up shoe* *bends over seductively to pick up shoe* *bends over seductively to pick up shoe* *bends over seductively to pick up shoe*

‘ Do you need help…? ’

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20 or 22!!

22. …to tell them you like them. || not accepting.

  Feelings bound by the restraint she withheld– as if trying to stop a flush from overcoming her cheeks, blooming like a bed of roses in spring, the chill from winter defrosting her heart. Someone that she knew she couldn’t– no shouldn’t have taken such a step towards, something almost forbidden, as if walking into a bed of thorns, where the scent of dew kissed roses luring her in, knowing that she was bound to get hurt. 

  But to overcome such barriers, letting her heart flutter with a second of joy– knowing that she could be happy for at least a single moment as she did not waver in the slightest, feeling the warmth of his hand intertwined with her own. How it felt to be woven together, with her forehead gently pressed against Alm’s, feeling the warmth of another was comforting, and she trusted him with all her heart, emotions overflowing.

  Such a soft, tender kiss was expected– her cheeks flushed, whispering secrets of better days, without war and without conflict and one that she dreamed of, and fought for the ones she wanted to give those days, returning the kiss softly. Her eyes closed for just a moment, dreaming as if she were back in her homeland, the scent of forest and fields filled her memories, hand grasping the other’s endearingly.

                                                                 ‘ Alm… ’

  Eyes averted slightly, feeling the tingling of the blood under her cheeks as he whispered that he liked her. She knew that it couldn’t last forever, but she was so caught up in the moment– she couldn’t let lies slip between her lips and deny the pounding in her chest. Her voice was soft, almost embarrassed to say such words—

                                                           ‘ …I love you. ’

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❝ i heard you've fought in a wedding dress before ? you must've looked as stunning as the stars fighting like that. er, unless you tripped or something ? did you ? i mean, i don't blame you if you did ! ❞ he laughs a little. ❝ i wouldn't last /five minutes/ trying to fight in one of those. ❞

  Oh? Her face flushed slightly as his inquiry was brought up. His compliments were far too generous, as such a dress wasn’t the most comfortable thing to fight in… even if it was manageable. Awkward movements and steps as she forfeited her sword for other… rather unconventional weapons for her liking. 

                            ‘ It’s true that I have… I can say I have tripped a few times. ’

  With such a long dress, it wasn’t the easiest to move quickly in– and with the high heels? Practically a nightmare, no matter how used to it she got. She fumbled around a bit at first before she had gotten the hang of how to move with such… though she much preferred her sword and regular armor. 

  A small smile crept on her lips hearing his inquisition, she had never thought of it before– but the thought of Alm in a tuxedo was a cute thought as she gave a small chuckle.

                ‘ But I’m sure you can do better than five minutes…! 

                                                    plus I’m sure you’d look great in a tuxedo. ’

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❤ ( I'm weak ) - southfaire

❤ = kissing them . || accepting.

  Cheeks flushing a bright red, as if trying to justify herself doing such an action. She was a princess, held to her duties of such, yet she couldn’t ease the burning in her chest, making her heart pound like the sound of a drum. She thought that Celica was beautiful, only further flustering herself– having squeezed her way into Eirika’s heart, as someone more than just a friend, someone much more.

                                                  ‘ Would you close your eyes? ’

  Words felt like they would stumble on top of each other, feeling as if it weren’t now, she would never muster up the courage to do it. Her feelings were genuine and she hoped that Celica wouldn’t mind if she just—

                                         gently pressed her lips against the priestess. 

  Her heart had never beaten so fast before, faster than the rush of adrenaline on the battlefield, gently wrapping her arms around the other, pursuing the kiss just a little longer�� chasing what was to be the forbidden fruit, knowing fully well that one day they would have to part, knowing that these days would not last forever. 

  Breaking the kiss, pulling back modestly she gave a gently smile to Celica– feeling slightly embarrassed by what she had done, though from the way it looked- the feeling was mutual. Soft words left her lips, her feelings should be spoken now.

                                                           ‘ …Celica, I love you. ’

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♡ = complimenting them. ( nina i luv yo u...... )

♡ = complimenting them .

  A small blush flustered her face with unexpected words escaping the Lord’s lips. Since coming to Askr, she had met numerous heroes, some coming and going, even having to put her arms up to defend their cause, she had been thankful for Sigurd being by her side. A kind soul that helped her when she needed it, and in turn she was able to help in tough spots as well. Their teamwork and mutual appreciation was enough to bring a smile on her face.

  She didn’t believe that she necessarily deserved such kind words, unexpected-- but she appreciated them nevertheless, knowing that one day she might never be able to tell him how much she has appreciated his company. For one day, she knew she must return to Magvel, to Renais-- and for him the same, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to say goodbye or how it would be when the time came, forming bonds with such great heroes, in turn deserving the title of such.

           ‘ Thank you Sigurd, 

                  your kind words and heart are enough for me to keep moving forward. ’

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❝Who am I to lead these people?❞

prince of egypt || not accepting.

  Knowledge of her ally had been thin due to their situation in Askr, but something that had been a common thing among heroes had been their homeland. She too often thought of her homeland, Renai, and whether her friends and comrades would be okay without her, even though she should be leading them. Camilla, Queen of Nohr– although she had not the slightest idea what had happened between her country, the damage of war was obvious.

  Sympathy washed over her expression, knowing the hardships of rebuilding a country from the ruins of war– how the people were torn, a mix of extreme emotions and hostility towards others. But she believed that her ally had a kind heart, but knowing to recovery from such was easier said than done.

                                   ‘ Does your faith waver that you can lead them? ’

  Camilla was not one to blame, far from it– as she tried her best to give an empathetic smile to the queen. How she worried about if she was gone what would come of her kingdom, and for everyone else– especially royals. Putting a hand over the other’s, she tried her best to comfort her.

                    ‘ I think that you have a very kind heart,

                                                 …and I can only hope that others can see it. ’

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@naglfcr

  Her breath felt winded to see a familiar color of hair, the robes he wore... it felt almost as if she hadn’t seen him in years, something she had felt she almost forgotten. Should she feel happy...? Such questions raced through her mind, her fears clung to her as if he would turn to dust if she dared step closer. She had longed to see his smiling face, but how many heroes came... how could she face the same person who she had once killed...?

  Lyon was her friend, someone she held dearly, more than most she had met-- the times that she spent with him, along with her brother... where things that could never be replaced... she loved him so dearly, but when her hand reached out to grab his robe, how tears felt as if they would endlessly roll down her cheeks, as her throat knotted-- choking her.

                                                           ‘ L...Lyon... ’

  She was surprised that she managed to somehow even choke out such words. Should she even interfere...? Her Lyon was dead, she knew such for a fact... even if he was here now, she knew one day she would go back home, back to halls filled with the emptiness-- without him there to laugh, like they used to... the three of them...

                                                  ‘ I..it’s really you, right...? ’