#♛⊱⦃ ⏤ {verse: original timeline.} ⦄⊰♛

[fellmother]

name one hero who was happy. (Lucina)

From the hero sentence starters || Accepting

          "...Who indeed, Lucina. Who indeed..."

     She joins her upon the ground with little more than the fluttering of fabric, between them a fire of sticks and what once served as the handles of weapons. Another day, another loss. Their numbers dwindling, and in each claimed by combat, sickness or the world around them, another who would soon lunge at them with reckless abandon somewhere down the line. Separate fires were not an usual sight among them—to mourn, to share stories, to find company in the wake of newfound isolation thrust upon them—, however to find Lucina off on her own raised the first of many concerns for the older woman. Her stare the next, and words the third.

     Eyes shift to the coals. They ought not to put them out soon, she thinks, but move to another location for the night. Leave not a single trace of their existence in tracks leading from the flames, yet allow them still to flicker along the horizon. Like some beacon for what drags itself along at the forefront of nightfall, tethered to ruins and dirt with pin thin and tendril-like shadows that reach out before them, and in the fires' lack of attendees a defiant message. A refusal to die. Even when bones ache and minds clutter with sounds and images alike they can now never shake. When it would be easier to do so.

          "Perhaps you might not describe yourself as happy, but that does not mean you cannot find happiness in what little you have left, even if it is fleeting."

     She pauses, if only to allow the head of a wyvern, scarred and scaled caked with dust and an indescribable, blackened substance, to poke her way into the conversation and fall upon her lap with an unceremonious huff. The shifting of great wings a sound long familiar to Morgana, and enough to send speckled embers off into the dusk, winking along dulled clouds. She ought to clean her up, too.

          "For example... I still have you and Morgan. I have the memories of your mother. I have Arabella. To me, even in this decaying, hopeless world... that is where I find my happiness."