#rhyshinon

[plummetingplum]

[fic] Stitches

fandom: fire emblem (tellius)

characters: rhys/shinon, ike/soren (background), titania, mist, greil mercenaries

genre: drama/romance

warnings: graphic violence, language

Out of goosedown bedding. Out of that soft silk cathedral cassock and into rough frieze work-clothes, out of quiet heat and into the chattering cold of late Begnionite autumn. It was some comfort to leave the cloistered gloom of the cathedral – to breathe unperfumed air, and to be surrounded again by folk who, for the most part, meant the things they said. But not much, when the wind blew.

red in the garden | anodyne | arrow pierces bone | sowing season | the lightning | the thunder | moment of | you are here | god-country | cold

[the-moral-support]

My first time posting to the internet in literal years. Unfortunately, these two have been occupying my brain space for so long that I have decided to inflict some low quality chapter 18 art I made on my phone upon the world.

[casualbirdscribbles]

patron saint

Shinon always thought Rhys was a prize fool, the way he loved lost causes.

rhyshinon | 1.1k | t | day 3 -- comfort

rhys looks after shinon, no matter what.

@ferarepairweek

[lunar-renegade]

i'm just saying . this is a thing i say about shinon a lot

(dedicated to @wish-spinner)

[plummetingplum]

[fic] Stitches

fandom: fire emblem (tellius)

characters: rhys/shinon, ike/soren (background), titania, greil mercenaries

genre: drama/romance

warnings: graphic violence, language

The fevers of the day had burned all his herbs down to their stems. Sepsis and gangrene had glazed his scalpels with infected blood. The focus on his staff had lost its luster hours ago, its crystalline lattices rotten from overuse, its delicate bridges and sinews run through with crackling world-energy. And when he reached inside himself, down into that deep reservoir - which had grown so much over the year, had become so rich and healthy and quick to fill! - his fingernails scraped its sandy floor. 

I am spent, he thought, with dead despair. I have nothing more to give. 

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[plummetingplum]

[fic] Stitches

fandom: fire emblem (tellius)

characters: rhys/shinon, ike/soren (background), titania, greil mercenaries

genre: drama/romance

warnings: graphic violence, language

A great black splinter dawned over the hill and split the ground from the sky. 

The earth shook with hobnailed boots and thundering carriage-wheels. Infantry and bowmen marched in shifting shades of black metal and red cloth, their steps synchronized, their drums resonant, their banners the scarlet of entrails. It was an army, the likes of which Rhys had only ever seen on vellum, rendered in beaten gold and toxic cinnabar, and the scope of it filled him with wonder and nausea.

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[plummetingplum]

[fic] Stitches

fandom: fire emblem (tellius)

characters: rhys/shinon, ike/soren (background), titania, greil mercenaries

genre: drama/romance

warnings: graphic violence, language

Rhys never did anything useful. He was no fighter, no logician, no thinker. He knew nothing of operations or espionage or how to stage a daring escape. All he was good for was watching and reacting, frozen like a thrush in a burrow while others fought and struggled and sacrificed, so it stood to reason that now, when there was no one left to fight or struggle or sacrifice for him, all he could do was burn up on the inside and wait for the final stroke to fall. 

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[plummetingplum]

[fic] Stitches

fandom: fire emblem (tellius)

characters: rhys/shinon, ike/soren (background), titania, mist, gatrie, oscar, greil, all the mercs at some point

genre: drama/romance

warnings: graphic violence, language

The nerve of him! To act like he’d forgotten his crimes from the summer. To pretend he’d never cornered Rhys like a hunting cat, never held him down with his own sympathy and dragged his soul out through his mouth. Did Shinon really expect to be spared the same torture?

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[lunar-renegade]

we fuckin in the greil mercenaries' medical wing

ok they're not fucking (yet) but . hope u didn't need anything in the medical wing!!!!

[lunar-renegade]

rotating a rhyshinon fic in my head where for whatever reason some of the greil mercenaries spend some time as hostages . .. … some whump happens obviously. some permanent injury.. .. .

post-rescue drawing under the cut — cws for mild blood, scarring, and a potentially career-ending injury :]

I have it in my head that shinon cut his own ponytail off during an escape attempt — one of their captors grabbed on when he was running and wasn't expecting him to grab a knife and hack off his own hair to get away!!!

they got a less experienced healer to seal up their captives' open wounds, just so they wouldn't straight up die before their demands could be met, but a random village healer is no match for a mangled eye

……damnit now I have to write this

[lunar-renegade]

preparing some angst for the rhyshinon community