#♚ * ask ; handwritten letters .

[herok1ng]

gee i wonder who this could be

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[herok1ng]

. ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜

. written by @wistrea .

talent is something that comes naturally to a person , he believes , but the skillset the prince harnesses is nothing short of desperately strived for . a boy born into a world that accepts not his ideals nor his pacifism is forced to wear the clothes of a warrior and don the divine blade of the founder king . he was born as but an heir until the world forced its weight atop his shoulders and called him strong enough . it named him someone who he is not , who he will never be , yet he carries the mantle so no one else will .

and as he places his blade back at his side , slightly embarrassed that he'd been witnessed during a late night's training escapade , he sighs a sigh plagued with flustered insecurity ; that same insecurity that kira had witnessed in one of their previous conversations , now referenced once more , whence marth admitted his vulnerabilities more openly than he currently wishes he had .

❛ apologies , my confidence wavers from time to time . i admit , it's hard for me to see myself in such a light . ❜ he looks to her as the mounted torches light her features and his voice grows softer , almost guilty , ❛ did i keep you awake ? ❜

[herok1ng]

. ❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜

. written by @luxdea .

to want , to him , feels inherently selfish . and yet , he does . he wants with a desire that burns in his chest , that pricks at the corners of his eyes , that swallows his throat with its fullness . he wants more than he does anything else ; difference , change , strength , companions , love , protection and the ability to protect , for the battles to cease , peace . he wants to be a better soldier , a better leader , a better friend , a better " hero " .

and while such heroism sits like a boulder atop his chest , crushing him beneath its weight , he looks to the sun setting overtop the rolling hills beyond , and things become more bearable . he lets loose a quiet sigh into their shared atmosphere , hardly audible , and his fingers pull idly at the looseness of his clothes . he allows his eyes to close , hiding from the sensations of sight as if it were a moment's reprieve from existence .

he wishes to respond to her with honesty , but there is so much to think of , and so much he wishes to hide from the world , that he's not even sure where to begin .

❛ i wish i could tell you : ' nothing . ' that i have accepted the life i live and my role to play in it . but , if i did , i would be lying . and you deserve more than to be deceived by me . ❜

[herok1ng]

. ❛  everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it.  ❜

. written by @asterites .

memories , the blighted stain upon a past wrought with grief and sorrow . he often reminds himself of simpler times , childhood visits to his dearest friends , moments spent in the comfort of his mother's presence , giggling with his sister quietly in the later hours , as not to disturb the handmaidens . even on the more difficult days , he can at least find fondness in such times . yet , even in passing conversations , he is forced into remembrance of pain and tragedy ; he does not think such things with purposeful intent , but he is thankful that after many years time , the trauma has revisited him less frequently than it once had before .

he stands on a balcony overlooking the city , and glances to the stars , entertaining stella's deeper discussion with sincerity .

❛ truthfully , there are times when i have wished i remembered less . ❜ then , he smiles lightheartedly , ❛ but then i suppose i'd just have a different set of problems . ❜ and an airy laugh puffs from his lips .