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onyxedskies · 12 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Kakusei | Fire Emblem: Awakening, Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Camilla & Luna | Selena Characters: Luna | Selena, Serena | Severa, Camilla (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: Memories, Fights, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Blood, Self-Worth Issues, Identity Issues, Trauma Summary:
Selena was an object of war, of fighting, of killing. There was more blood on her hands than in her veins; she wielded the hand of death, pointed it where she needed it to go.
She was the executioner.
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dapokemonmadster · 3 months
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Hi I did, in fact, post the first part of my wip that’s been laying around for 5 years.
I’ll be posting the rest of it soon, just need to clean it up a little and change a few things.
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aquicat · 8 months
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@tes-summer-fest
Day 4: Prompt: Mortal/Sanctuary When Cicero dies, he is taken guided through the void by an assassin of old - but the void is not at all like he would have expected.
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[Image ID: Severa, a purple glowing ghost, stands in a purple void. She wears a corseted dress with chitin plates at the hips, and wears her hair in a ponytail. In right hand, she holds an orange lantern, her left hand is stretched out towards the viewer. She is smiling softly. End ID.]
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romegreeceart · 2 years
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11 September - Happy Birthday Claudia Severa :-)
A sort of repost, but it was nice to see this famous letter in person at British Museum.
Number 11 is the Birthday party invitation letter from Claudia Severa to Sulpicia Lepidina and number 12 is an another letter from Severa to her friend. Closures are written by herself and they are the earliest known examples of writing in Latin by a woman. (late 1st / early 2nd century CE)
London, July 2022
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cutestrival · 3 months
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Generating Chunks...Building Terrain... (drabble)
Severa’s head throbbed. She doubled over on the ground, clutching her sides. The milky glow of the portal still shone down on her; its light cascading down her back with her hair. It blinked once above her, an eyelid of iridescent shadow; its eye seemed to nudge her out, away, and forward. 
“That stupid dragon…” Her words led void. My sword, my sword, where is my… ? Her thoughts continued. Severa felt around for her only worldly tether. She allowed her hands to scrape the coarse earth beneath her, gathering under her kempt nails. Her relief was present in her grasp. The portal began to wane above her.
She quickly picked herself up, looking around for any onlookers. Shrub rodents stopped to stare at her curiously. She paid them no heed, and set about to straightening up her clothes and retying her hair. 
With the moonlight once again becoming the only light source of the night, her reflection shimmered dimly in the shallow water beside her. In the dark, her hair looked more brown than red. 
Her scattered recollection cascaded through her mind, each memory just water slipping through her fingers. She saw the darkness of despair that had taken her friends, her mother. Much more foreign was the light that had chased her through that gateway. A tremendous voice, just as soothing as booming, had allowed her some shade of hope where it had long died. Flowing blue hair had bravely led her through that door. That small smile beneath her mask had been so inviting, and despite her weariness, Severa followed that earnest desire. That last smile that felt like a lifetime ago. 
The night sounds had started to resume fully. Cicadas chirped as if without interruption. She wavered a moment, hoping to trap the comfort of her companions behind her eyelids. Suddenly, she stood still, realization hitting her gut. Her face paled, and she scrambled through her belts and pockets. 
“Oh no, no, where is…? There’s no way…” A hand dug desperately into one final pocket and stilled. The noise of her ruffling and rifling quieted, only her quick breaths could be heard in the cool air. Her hand had closed around a small trinket in her pouch. She fingered it for a moment, then withdrew her hand. She adjusted the ring-pocket along her belt; as her first personal sewing project, she was fond of her craftsmanship. The fabric was sewn of the same burlap of a childhood pillow, but it had long since been patched again and again with scraps taken as she could get them, be it spare clothes or corpses. 
She set off along the river. A hand strayed over the hilt of Severa’s sword, her one constant companion. It clinked in its scabbard against her belt, growing ever distant as the girl disappeared past the edges of the forest.
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irisandlily · 7 months
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okay so i have the headcanon that morgan disappeared some time before lucina and the other 2nd gen kids traveled to the past. this is in morgan's pov, after he's recruited in awakening, and he finds out from several that he disappeared and left them all :)
(also on ao3)
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Morgan knows Lucina is keeping something from him. 
He doesn't know what exactly. If he had his memories, he'd probably be able to guess. He can’t outright ask her, because if he asks if she’s not telling him something, she’ll deny it.
When he asks her about their childhood, she answers his questions deftly, with fondness and a soft expression.
When he asks about more recent memories though, such as their time together before they traveled back to the past, she deflects the conversation to something else or is vague- avoiding the topic altogether.
He asks their friends, but receives unhelpful answers, with all of them saying similar things, unwilling to share what they know.
“I got a feeling about what it is, but it ain’t my place to say. ” Brady tells him, as he wraps a minor injury on Morgan’s knee. He had deemed that the injury wasn’t anything too serious and didn’t need the immediate healing of a staff, hence the bandages. “We’ve all gone through our fair share of shit. Everything we’ve been through… If Lucina won’t say, then maybe ya shouldn’t ask.”
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“It’s probably about when you- GAH!” Inigo scowls down at Nah, who glares up at him as if she didn’t just jab his ribcage with the ladle in her hand.
“Ignore him.” Nah says, and spoons some soup into Morgan’s bowl. “We all have our secrets, Lucina more than others.” she pauses, “You should ask Gerome. They talk about everything together.”
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“What Lucina chooses to share with me is between the two of us,” Gerome answers stiffly, as he tends to his wyvern Minerva. “I will not reveal her secrets.” Morgan frowns, almost pouting, and Gerome takes one look at him before he sighs, “If you must know, go and bother Severa about it, but understand this Morgan- Severa’s answer will not be what you’re looking for, nor will it be a kind one.”
So, Morgan approaches Severa, when she’s training alone, a little ways away from the camp, and asks her, why Lucina avoids talking about certain parts of their life, and what it is Lucina is keeping from him.
“Look, Morgan.” Severa sighs, “I’m not telling you because you deserve to know. I’m telling you because Lucina sure as hell isn’t going to tell you, and if Gerome told you to ask me, then he thinks this is important for you to know.”
“What Lucina won’t tell you… It happened almost a year before we traveled to the past I think. She didn’t tell me all the details of that night, but… you guys were spending time together and when she was asleep you just… left. In the middle of the night, you left Ylisstol.”
“I-” he’s… shocked, honestly. He thought Lucina’s reluctance to tell him of their more recent past was for a different reason. That, he and Lucina had argued and separated on less than pleasant terms when they traveled to the past. “I left?”
“You disappeared and left a note for Lucina, yes.”
“What-” Morgan swallows thickly, hands fiddling with the tome in his hands. “What did it say?” up until this point of their conversion, Severa has refused to look at him, staring off into the distance, her voice stilted, expression blank, not betraying any emotion on her face.
“You told her you were going to find your mom. That you didn’t know when you’d come back.” 
“I- I’m sorry.” Morgan apologizes, and it’s more of an automatic response than a genuine one, because he doesn’t know what to say.
What else can he say?
His words seem to strike a nerve, and Severa’s blank expression breaks, anger taking over.
“She spent months looking for you.” she snaps, and Morgan flinches. “Did you even think about how she felt when you left!? You-” Severa closes her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Morgan doesn’t miss the way she grips her sword, and the thought that she’s restraining herself from running him through with her sword crosses his mind briefly. Severa opens her eyes and levels him with a… certain look. Her brown eyes contain a storm of fury, and Morgan has the feeling that this isn’t his first time being on the receiving end of her rage.
 “You, of all people knew how ragged the war was running her. How- she was overworking herself. How- how she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders but you still-!” her voice falters, and she turns away quickly, taking a few deep breaths. When she turns back around, her eyes are watery.
Morgan feels the guilt and shame well up inside him. Guilt, for his actions in the past, though he can’t remember them, and shame, that he made Severa of all people cry. From the time he’s spent getting to know all his friends again, he knows Severa isn’t one to cry so easily.
“Severa-”
“Sorry.” she grumbles, “I shouldn’t yell at you when you can’t even remember anything.” her words, while correct, manage to sting. She wipes away the wetness from her eyes with the back of her hand and sighs, sniffling. “Lucina’s gonna hate me when she finds out I told you.”
“Luci could never hate you,” Morgan says firmly, so sure of his own words.
“It’d be easier if she did,” Severa mutters, so quiet that Morgan almost doesn’t hear her. He wants to ask, but decides against it, not wanting to open up that can of worms. 
Morgan is probably the last person Severa would want to talk to about her personal feelings anyway.
“I- thanks for telling me, Severa,” Morgan says awkwardly. “And- I really am sorry.”
“I should be the one apologizing. For yelling at you and shit.” Severa sighs, “Whatever. It’s in the past, and you don’t even have your memories so there’s no point in me staying mad at you for it.” she sheathes her sword, “I need to cool off. I’ll see ya at dinner.” and she walks back to camp, leaving Morgan to his thoughts.
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lapinbunwrites · 1 year
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Title: To Kjelle, From Cynthia
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening, Fire Emblem Fates
Relationship: None
Characters: Cynthia, Severa/Selena
Additional Tags: An AU in which Cynthia is in Fates, Implied Sully/Sumia, Cynthia is Kjelle’s sister, Fluff and Angst
Word Count: 1,304
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Cynthia blankly stared at her notebook, there was nothing on the page. It was unusual for her to have zero thoughts and nothing written down. Now that she was here in Nohr with Owain, Inigo, and Severa, she would have thought she would have a lot to say.
When she received it from Kjelle, she wanted to write down all of her adventures on every single page. At first, it was going alright, she made many new friends and went to many different places. As time went on, she had little time to say anything and would forget what she wanted to say. Now she has nothing to say.
All Cynthia wanted to do was fill it up and send it back to Kjelle. Cynthia wanted her to know that she was doing alright and that she was keeping up her training. Cynthia lightly slapped her face before staring at her notebook. She still had nothing. She closed it before putting it away and leaving her tent.
The camp was mostly empty, but there were still stragglers walking around. She did the same thing, hoping to find one of her old friends. The first person she had in mind was Odin, whom she knew would be in the forest. On her way there, she walked into an empty field. It wasn't much different from the forest fields that were back home, lifeless and dead. Cynthia sat down, plucking the near lifeless flower in hopes something can come to her.
"I will find something to write, I will not find something to write," Cynthia said, plucking the flower petals. She sighed as she plucked the last petal off. "I will not find something to write."
She shook her head as she decided to walk around some more. As she moved forward, she saw Odin conjuring up magic and a whole new story. She smiled as she watched him create such a beautiful story, one that reminded her of home. Cynthia wanted to help him, but she knew when she when he was in the midst of his story, it wasn't going to end up being pretty. She turned around, leaving him alone.
The next person she had in mind was Selena. Hanging out with her was never boring, especially with how grumpy she could be. She made her way through the forest and camp to get into the city. When she found her, she saw that Selena was playing with the kids and enjoy it. It was unusual to see her like it, but it was so nice to see her with a smile on her face. Before she could walk away, Selena's frown already returned at the site of seeing her.
"Hmph," Selena sighed. "What are you doing here?"
"Just coming to find you," Cynthia smiled.
"Oh really?" Selena asked, rolling her eyes.
"It's true," Cynthia reassured her.
"Hmph." Selena said, crossing her arms.
"Since we are together, why not go shopping with me and get some tea?" Cynthia suggested.
"As long as you pay for the tea," Selena said, taking her hand.
Cynthia chuckled as the two walked around, looking at every clothing shop on the way to the tea shop.
"So why are you here in the city?" Selena asked, sipping her tea. "You are much like your sister and train just as much as she does."
"Well, I was trying to write something in my notebook, but I couldn't think of anything," Cynthia replied.
"You still are a child and writing in those stupid notebooks," Selena chastised.
"Hey, Kjelle gave me that notebook and I just want her to know I'm alright," Cynthia glared.
"I'm surprised you aren't being Odin and writing down stories. You used to before," Selena said, putting down her tea cup.
"You know she doesn't care for that," Cynthia sighed. "She criticized me before about it."
"Then why not do it out of spite?" Selena asked.
"Heheh, I thought about it." Cynthia smiled.
"Look, it's not like you not being able to write something down. What's wrong?" Selena asked.
"I'm fine, I promise," Cynthia reassured Selena.
Selena glared at her.
"I can never seem to fool you," Cynthia smiled.
"You were always a terrible liar," Selena smiled.
Cynthia lightly chuckled before letting out a little sigh. "I guess it's because we are here in Nohr fighting yet another war."
"That's the life for us, our fate is a cruel one," Selena said, taking another sip of her tea. "We were never meant to have a different life."
"That's the problem," Cynthia disagreed. "We fought our fate for that exact reason. We deserve happiness.
Selena paused to look her dead in the eye. "Then maybe write about how you are feeling in your notebook. Tell Kjelle that you are feeling hopeless, vent it out into there. I'm not the one to tell you things are going to get better."
Cynthia's eyes became dull at Selena's words. She was right, not that Selena was going to be the best option for cheering anyone up, she never was.
"Heheh," Cynthia chuckled.
"What are you laughing about," Selena glared.
"Sorry, you are so cynical," Cynthia chuckled some more. "I don't know how, but you being you is reassuring."
"How so?" Selena asked, very confused.
"Knowing that you are as cynical as ever just shows me that there is hope yet because you are always wrong," Cynthia laughed louder.
"I'm never wrong," Selena growled.
"Heheh, you are wrong and you know it," Cynthia reminded her.
"Hmph," Selena sighed, crossing her arms again. "At least you are smiling again."
"Thank you Severa," Cynthia thanked.
"Whatever. If that is all you need of me, I'm going to leave now," Selena said, taking one big gulp of her tea and then leaving.
Cynthia smiled and left the tea shop herself. She walked around town more, looking for Laslow. He was always in town trying to hit on someone and failing miserably. When she did, she only watched him get his heartbroken for the millionth time and it was a little funny every time. As much as she wanted to console him, he already rebounded and made his way to someone else. Surprisingly, this time he didn't fail and went on a date.
On the way back to camp, she watched the people around her. She watched as the children played with their pets, couples one their dates, and friends shopping with each other. And when she arrived back at camp, she saw Prince Xander trained with his brother and their knights and she saw Princess Camilla and Princess Elise play with each other's hair. Nothing much has changed from leaving Ylisse. She walked into her tent, taking out her notebook and took quill to paper.
"To Kjelle. I'm sorry that I haven't said anything since my last entry, the last few months have been rough," Cynthia said, saying her letter out loud. "Nothing much has changed since leaving home. Owain still is creating stories, Severa is still cynical, and Inigo is still hitting on people and failing miserably."
She stared at the pages as she dipped her quill into the ink. "Well, today was surprising. Inigo actually got a date, but I didn't stick around to see how it went. As for me, I feel a lot hopeless. I think being dragged into another war is diminishing my hope. But I know I have to keep fighting. It's all because I watched the children play with their pets, couples chatting, and friends laughing. Sometimes I forgot the little things in life."
Cynthia continued to write well into the night.
"I hope you are doing well and keep up on training as much as I am," she smiled, putting the quill into the ink one last time. "I will see you soon, from you sister, Cynthia."
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Hello @wizling! I am your giftee for @nagamas! I have written you something small of Cynthia in the setting of Fates! I hope you enjoy it! And happy holidays!
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rotten-games · 1 year
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The thing that gets me about writing is that I will always look back on what I’ve written in the past and be like ‘that needs fixing.’ Not to say that writing was bad per se, but I’ve grown so much that I can figure out what needs changing.
Unfortunately, I’ve started to get to the point where I’m looking back on previous rott chapters (and even the first coi chapter) and going ‘that needs fixing.’ I know I will not go back and fix it (yet) not until I finish the book but the urge to just redo the early scenes despite the rewrite is really nagging at me.
Okay, sometimes I treat myself and allow myself to edit *one* line if I’m getting tired of the current scene. See if you can spot it whenever the next update comes out ;3
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sevxra · 1 year
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so, I said I’d post it. (disregard my awful title sense please)
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and then the entire conceit of the game that severa is in is like. WE NEED TO #BREED #HETERSEXUAL #NUCLEARFAMILY
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omgkalyppso · 2 years
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What We Do For Family
Rating: T Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening Relationship: Stahl & Severa Words: 1340 Summary: Sometime after Severa's C Supports with Frederick and Cordelia, Stahl gleans a little about his own position in parenting Severa, and takes comfort in their familial bond.
Some polyamorous parenting featuring ace Stahl for international asexuality day! 🌈🍓
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onyxedskies · 7 months
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[...] Just like that, he was back by the Mila tree, lying on the ground and staring up at the canopy. He smiled, sitting up, scanning the area. Soleil had already bounced up, looking around the area in awe, hair just as purple as it was when they’d left. Selena was in a sitting position, taking in the view.  “It’s been so long,” Selena–no, Severa, Inigo reminded himself–said. Her hair had streaks of blue again, and her Brand was back in her right eye. “It has,” Inigo agreed, smiling.  But then he heard a choked sound, and he and Severa both turned. Owain was behind them, on his knees, staring at his hands. Time seemed to stop.  Owain wasn’t supposed to be here. “I didn’t even have my stone,” Owain whispered, but in the silence of the clearing, the impact would have been the same if he screamed it. “I… I had destroyed it. How… how am I here?” Inigo didn’t have an answer. 
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alduinsbanes · 1 year
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thinking about trying to write again.. maybe.
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floopers · 1 year
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another writing list update because I keep forgetting to update this WHOOPS
Granblue Fantasy
Good Company - 2879 words || medusa learns why to not go to a hot spring with a fire primal 
Tempering Expectations - 2212 words || athena and europa make chocolate and it goes as well as expected 
Date Woes -  1417 words || cute fluff with athemedu
Lonesome Guard - 4616 words || something something athemedu after all the stuff with enyo
A Hatching Curiosity - 2255 words || uhhhhHHH shitposting about the reproductive abilities of snakes is all I can say
A Brooding Problem - 2791 words || sequel to A Hatching Curiosity, athemedu somehow find an egg and medusa has to get rid of it before she makes it everyone’s problem
Windy Guidance - 4417 words || ewiyar destroys athena and makes her pet her afterward
Midnight Dreaming - 3248 words || virajeanne for a change of pace
Fire Emblem Awakening
Matchmaking Misadventure - 6843 words || cynthia being severa’s nosy sister and trying to set her up with noire
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beyblaiddyd · 2 years
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I will genuinely never understand the psychology of intsys being so so so homophobic and so scared of gay people and then just genuinely consistently writing gayer characters than people intentionally trying to write gay characters
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irisandlily · 2 years
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lucisev angst :)
(also on ao3)
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Severa is attuned to Lucina’s presence. She can tell, even with her back turned, when Lucina enters the room, even if she doesn’t make a sound.
Inigo had called it her 'Lucina compass', to which she had smacked his arm in response. He had described it perfectly and Severa didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right because-
Severa had grown so used to always being with Lucina, that it felt like a part of her was missing when they were apart for too long.
So of course Severa wakes up in the middle of the night because Lucina isn’t tucked around her body like usual, disturbing her sleep. Despite how late it is, Severa can make out her lover a few feet away from the foot of Severa’s bed, standing and looking out one of the windows as snow falls outside, surrounding Nohr. The moonlight reflecting off the snow bathes Lucina in a white glow, making her look ethereal. 
Lucina turns to look at Severa with a smile.
"The snow reminds me of home." 
“Anywhere that snows reminds you of home.” 
Lucina chuckles, “Yes, but the snow and Nohr's scenery remind me of our future past. Bleak and… empty.” Severa knows what she means. After the deaths of their parents, the war had ravaged and torn through Ylisse, and the Fell Dragon had descended upon them and turned their home into a desolate place until nothing had remained.
She doesn’t understand why Lucina’s bringing that up though.
Lucina beckons her over with a hand, and Severa stands up and walks over. Lucina brings her close, hands on her waist as she kisses her. Something nags at the back of Severa’s mind, but she ignores it in favor of kissing Lucina.
Lucina presses a kiss to her nose, and her smile is… off, as she speaks. "Do you miss it, Severa? Home?"
"I do." There isn't a moment where Severa isn't thinking of home. Of Ylisse and their friends and family. 
"Then why did you leave?” Lucina's hands squeeze, pinching at Severa's side, and she yelps, wiggling out of the other's grip, only to have the princess grab her wrist.
"Lucina- you're hurting me." Lucina's grip on her wrist is tight, nails digging into her skin.
"Why did you leave us? Leave me?"
"What are you- I didn't-" a sudden realization hits Severa like a bucket of cold water, shocking her to her core.
Lucina didn't come with her to Nohr. She hadn't been there with Inigo and Owain when they became retainers to the Nohrian royal family.
How could she forget?
The Lucina in front of her, gripping her wrist, isn't real.
"Why did you leave?" Lucina asks again, and she isn't smiling anymore. Her face is blank. Emotionless.
Because I had no choice-
Because they needed my help-
Because-
"You left first." Severa forces out.
If Lucina hadn't left Ylisstol- hadn't left her, then Severa wouldn't have gone with Owain and Inigo. Or she would have asked Lucina to go with them.
But she didn't ask, because Lucina had already left weeks before. 
Severa had gone through a turmoil of emotions. She had wanted to scream and curse Lucina for leaving because that was better than the other option. Crying. Crying and curling up in bed.
She did neither of those things, because she's Severa and she wasn't going to let anyone see how affected she was by Lucina's absence. So, she acted the same as ever, and if she was a bit more hostile whenever Lucina was brought up well… that was her business.
Leaving Ylisse, leaving to assist another world, had provided her with a good distraction for the most part.
"You didn't even say goodbye." She chokes out, and the grip on her wrist loosens, as the Lucina in front of her runs her thumb over Severa's wrist, as if attempting to soothe the pain she had inflicted.
Her expression is… regretful. Loving, as she presses a kiss to her wrist.
"Do you hate me?"
She wants to say yes. It would be easier, to hate Lucina, even if the one in front of her isn't real. 
"What a stupid question." Severa huffs, "I could never hate you. Not even a dream version of you."
Dream Lucina smiles, “Thank you.” and kisses her again.
It’s early morning when Severa wakes up, sunlight peeking through the curtains she’d forgotten to close completely last night. She grasps at the ring hanging from a silver chain she’d forgotten to take off last night. A silver band, with a royal blue sapphire sitting in the center of a silver rose, accompanied by small diamonds on either side. Given to her shortly after the war had ended.
She brings it up to her lips and presses a kiss against it.
Happy birthday Lucina.
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