Fragile

Fragile

Prerelease Childhood Friends Scenario. No spoilers

Sylvain in the sitting room poring over a piece of paper and Ingrid walks in. Being Ingrid, she quickly notices his dour mood.

I: What is it?

Sylvain huffs

S: It’s a letter from my brother. He wants to congratulate me for my luck in being born with a crest… he says I don’t deserve it.

Sylvain is angry, because of course he is. He just wants his big brother back. He still smiles anyway

S: If he wants my stupid inheritance, he can have it.

He notices her clutching a similar letter in hand.  

S: And yours?

Sylvain is trying to light up the mood, she won’t let his efforts go in vain and tries to perk up

I: I have good news from my mother… She’s found another suitor for me. Perhaps if I marry him, then we’ll be able to pay off our debts…

The smile she gives him is broken. Her laughter is strained. 

I: She’s been selling father’s possessions… All his horses.

Sylvain remembers the horses in the Galatea stables. Knew them all by name.

She doesn’t want to think about it and turns away to put her letter down. 

I: Why do people want this so badly? To have all these possessions...to have all these… ephemeral things, these-

She walks around the room full of teacups and decorative plates and caresses one so gently. Hiding the anger she knows so well.

I: These extravagant, breakable, expensive, useless!

She throws the teacup smashing it on the wall.

She gasps.

D: Dimitri had just walked in, the cup smashing just beside his head.

His eyes are wide, heart beating fast. He hears the glass breaking over and over and over.

I: Your highness… Dimitri, I -

D: I’m fine

Finally, he starts to breathe.

D: I’m fine. They all break eventually, it’s to be expected.

Dimitri tries to walk tall but shakily sits down on the nearest chair.

He looks around but Felix isn’t there. He didn’t show up again.

great timing your highness

Headcanon: Sylvain is surprisingly wise

Warphase!Edelgard: Can you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Warphase!Dimitri: [Crouches down]

Warphase!Claude: [kneels]

Byleth: [sits on floor]

Edelgard: I hate all of you.

*weeps*

lion cubs

Mandatory drabbles on the four protags based on the four seasons

Boy King of Faerghus by Rheion