Look, the game is great. Objectively, twin Byleths is awesome because you've gotta ask yourself the deep questions like, "Do they both have the powers of the Crest of Flames?", "Who got the heart?", "Do they both have the ability to communicate with Sothis?" and "Does Sitri count as a Nabetean, and if that makes them half-Nabetean, does that give the potential for a new, never before seen Crest and does that make it too overpowered or would it just be better to inherit Jeralt's?" (oops, you've reached my latest conundrum with my twin AU)
But I raise you: Byleth triplets. She/he/they, each one teaches a different class, dates a different leader, unifies Fodlan because they refuse to fight each other.
But then, consider: Byleth quadruplets. It's the same as above, except there's an elusive fourth sibling who uses they/she/he interchangeably because they're genderfluid and chose the Ashen Wolves house exclusively. No one knows if the other three are all actually working together or if some people are getting confused, because they all have a variant of the same name: Byleth, Beleth, Bileth, and Baleth.
Consider the chaos.
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Jeralt had never planned to return to Garreg Mach. If things had gone his way, he would have steered clear of the Church of Seiros entirely.
Of course, he never planned to fall in love, or get married, or have children, either. But those were all wonderful, happy things, and the Church and Rhea were not. Garreg Mach carried a weight, both in sad memories and malaise. It felt like a trap, primed to spring on its unsuspecting victim. Or in this case, victimS.
Jeralt was more worried about Byleth than he was himself. Rhea had always been… strange in regards to the twins. Jeralt felt that it was a much different sort of… fondness or even fascination, than one might normally have for their grandchildren.
Of course, the twins didn’t have names when Jeralt fled with them. It was customary, in the Church of Seiros, to name children once they reached the age of one year, so that their personality could bloom and their body could prove itself capable of surviving.
Jeralt had never truly followed the Church, but he still waited until the children were a year of age to name them. It would have made Sitri happy.
But Jeralt was not a creative man, and he had never planned to contribute to the naming of these children, much less decide their names outright. He didn’t have a clue where to start, but eventually he came up with the name Byleth.
He had hoped that, having chosen one name, the second would come easy. However, Jeralt never came up with a second name.
The twins were inseparable, and it became apparent to Jeralt and his mercenaries that, when one child was called, both would react. It seemed natural, then, for both twins to be Byleth.
All would have been well, had they not been dragged back into the folds of the Church. The twins would have continued to surpass even the most seasoned warriors in Jeralt’s troop, and eventually would have taken over as leaders in Jeralt’s stead. The two would have remained side by side, two halves of a whole. Now though, the shared name proved confusing and downright infuriating.
Jeralt wasn’t sure what Rhea was playing at, offering the teacher positions to the twins. They were by no means qualified. Heck, they were hardly a year or two older than the students. Jeralt thought, a bit anxiously, that the twins probably weren’t all that good at socializing with kids their age. Did they ever even speak with other kids growing up? It was the first time that Jeralt had felt genuinely concerned for his children.
He attributed his unease to the fact that the twins were being separated for the first time in their lives. Byleth, the girl, had chosen to teach the Black Eagles—students from the Adrestian Empire, while Byleth, the boy, had chosen to teach the Blue Lions—students from the Kingdom of Faerghus.
Surrounded by other teens and young adults, each Byleth had looked so painfully out of their depth. Despite their stoic, expressionless face, Jeralt had the sense that they were both nervous. Each had a hand resting casually against the pommel of their sword. To most, it would be an idle position, but Jeralt knew the twins well enough to know better.
Alright that’s enough out of me. I’m going to bed but I might finish/continue this later idk
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