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#also i am 99% sure i’m not the first one to do the marcy one but y’know
doodles-and-stars · 2 years
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halcyon-writings · 3 years
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99 for Sylvain please Marcy I beg
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me lookin at this dude who flirts/jokes to cope rather than show his true self to his friends and loved ones: i guess you can have rights 🙄🤚
note(s): this is post-game but I don’t wanna like, specify which route it is, so yall can imagine it to your hearts content. so kinda spoilers ahead!!! he’s also another one I haven’t really written for before, so I hope he’s not too ooc or anything fdjksfjsd
all my links can be found linked on my pinned post as along with my more recent writings!!
prompt is from the “lines from love letters” prompt list; “It’s the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that counts.”
Your mind is foggy, curling into yourself as you pull the thick quilts tighter around your body. One eye open as you notice the familiar clouds keeping the sun away, the snow falling slowly, already covering the ground in thin layers.
Despite the warmth of the blankets and of your bed, the familiar Faerghus chill seeps into your bones. A knock on the door keeps you awake, as you only poke your head out from the blankets. You were not going to lose the warmth if you didn’t have too. You much rather preferred staying in bed all day. 
“Are you awake?” Mercedes’ gentle voice sounds from behind the door. 
Now you were, you thought to yourself, sitting up and keeping the blankets around you like a hood. 
Before clearing your throat to answer her properly, “Yes. Yes I am.”
She gives you a moment to collect your bearings, before pushing the door open, gently closing it as she enters the room. In her hands, what looks to be a letter.
“I didn’t even know you arrived, it must have been late last night,” You murmur bashfully, “Apologies for not greeting you.” 
Mercedes is quick to give an assuring smile in return, “I did arrive rather late last night, please don’t worry.”
You hum and nod. “Was the journey here alright? I know being from the Empire, sometimes the weather here is, difficult, to get used to.”
She nods again, “It was all fine, I’m glad I made it on time.” 
Your lips curve into a small smile, “Me too.”
“I know you’ll be busy today,” The healer speaks gently, “But I had to bring you this.” The envelope in her hands is passed over, as you take it into your own hands. Reading over the familiar scrawl on the outside, addressed to you.
You can’t help but shake your head and laugh slightly, “Leave it to Sylvain to be ever the sap.” You open the letter, already wanting to lay your face in your pillow and stay there.
‘My dearest, most wonderful, spectacular, loving-’
“How many adjectives did he even list,” You murmur to yourself as you continue to read.
‘Without you by my side, I can’t help but long for when I return to you.
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Poetic right? But really, I miss you. I know that if I came back now, you’d surely send me back to finish these treaty talks. And no doubt Felix would drag me back too.’
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Damn right you would have, you think to yourself with a nod, before giving Mercedes a small wave as she leaves you be to finish the letter.
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‘There’s so much to do, and I know that I couldn’t have done it without you. I could barely believe it when I had stepped foot in Sreng I wasn’t automatically struck down. No thanks to the actions of my father anyway.
And there’s so much here to learn and see, I wish you’d have come along. I would have loved to shown you all the sights here. But alas, I can only dream of having you in my arms again.’
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You can’t help the warmth that rises up on your cheeks at his words. While certainly not the ‘skirt chaser’ from your days at Garreg Mach anymore, Sylvain still had moments where his words left you flustered. 
Although you did feel your face burn up when he offhandedly mentioned other types dreams too. 
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‘I can’t wait to return to you, hold you close and stay like that for a while. Just the two of us. It’s been so long I’m afraid I’ve almost forgotten what your touch and kisses were like.
No Margrave stuff. Just you and me. It’ll be a welcome change right? Away from all the work and all that.
But what’s really keeping me going, is getting to see you again. After all, it’s the touch of live hands, of lips to lips that counts, don’t you think?
I’ll be back home and with you soon,
All my love, Sylvain.’
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Face flushed, you can’t help the growing smile on your face. Fingers tracing against the words of the letter, the ink long having since dried. As your attention is brought to the ring on your finger, the silver band decorated with a gem in it’s center, glimmering gently as you admired it. 
With a shake of your head, you placed the letter alongside the many others he had sent while in Sreng, before getting up, dressing yourself in warm layers. Planning a wedding was a lot more work than what you expected. Thankfully you had your friends to help.
And when a few days passed and you saw the familiar head of red hair arriving home, the first thing Sylvain does is take you into his arms in a warm embrace despite the cold, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“I’m home.”
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