#QUALITY TIME JOKE MY FUCKIGN BELOVED

[ofdusk]

✧ ⁺ ⁺  @elusivia​ asked:

It stood to reason that the living, breathing lords of history were not completely alike their Emblem counterparts, but old habits died hard. Without thinking, Zelkov silently took his place next to Corrin in the courtyard, standing at attention.

...

She was part dragon, was she not? He'd hoped that her ability to rejuvenate allies with the radiance of her presence was not simply a side effect of her spiritual self.

No, he felt just as sleep deprived, and the idleness of even a few moments was enough to irk him.

Oh, but he'd shown up all of a sudden and remained a mystery.

"Pardon me. This was supposed to be *refreshing*," he said to Corrin. "It seems to me there is no supernatural air in our company. My *memory* defied reason. I am Zelkov, of *Elusia*, of Elyos. I am sure you are well-spoken and pleasant as I once *knew* you... but what else I speak of must sound nonsensical."

She doesn’t even notice him at first. For a good long moment, this stranger is allowed to simply linger at her side with Corrin none the wiser. Only when his silhouette catches the very edge of her peripheral does she react, back stiffening and eyes widening. 

“...did you need something of me?”

Every new thing about him continues to be somehow more unnerving than the last. As if his presence wasn’t strange enough, the way he speaks furrows Corrin’s brows. Not even just the way, though, it’s the things he says. This stranger implies that he had known her, and yet no matter how hard she squints at his face... no bells are ringing.

“Ah, well- Zelkov, you said? I’m Corrin... though it seems like you knew that already. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Refreshing? Supernatural? Perhaps it’s better not to ask...

A little smile crosses her features, even if a touch awkward. “Perhaps you could tell me of how it is we have met? I’ll admit, it seems to escape me now.”