⚜️ "ℑ'𝔪 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫!" ⚜️
🗡️ Inigo, the branded dancer ; Son of Olivia and Chrom, and younger brother to Lucina.
( Same writer as @TacticalChild and @AzureAngeI )
@BrandedDancer I have nothing I need to ask of you at the moment, no.
[ He’s going to try so hard to NOT let this change the way he views Laslow, but it’s certainly going to be difficult.
He bows his head to him. ]
You are dismissed, Sir.
@HeirToNohr he shook his head.
"that's... the pressing thing, really. unless there's any burning questions you have, i suppose we can leave things there for the moment."
@HeirToNohr make him proud, make my people proud... it can be hard, being second in line to a rather talented older sister.
call me soft, call me selfish, perhaps its not even my place, but... if i can help you with those feelings, then i want to."
@HeirToNohr "with how close you and soleil are as friends, it was only a matter of time until you found out...!
and i suppose, in some ways... i can relate to your own struggles. my father was a good, kind, man, but.... there was a lot of pressure i felt, a lot of struggles... i wanted to -
@HeirToNohr "i intend to stay, yes. as you've said, that particular throne is no longer mine... and I've made a home here. as for going by my true name again.... that, I'm still debating." he confessed. "as for why, well... i simply felt you both deserved the truth as well. my father --
@HeirToNohr it as well, and were something to both her and myself - gods forbid - falchion would likely pass to her.
now that i want it to... not yet, at any rate... frankly, i'd rather not touch the blade myself if i don't have to. not if it means I've lost my sister."
@HeirToNohr looking sword my sister fights with. it's called falchion, and much like my lords own sword, falchion is rather special. only those of the exalted bloodline - mine and lucina's own family - can wield it. being the eldest, she inherited it from our father, but... i can wield --
@HeirToNohr might seem a sad, bittersweet tale to you... but we journeyed back knowing what it would mean. that we couldn't go home. we accepted that. the future we wrote wasn't for us, but for the people we could *save.*
and when i imagine home, i think of that young boy chasing --