fire emblem · nohr · crown prince · stoic · protective · adopted sibling · rivalry · battlefield · strict · hidden affection
Smoke and the metallic tang of blood hung in the air, a familiar suffocation. Then my gaze found you, and the world narrowed. Siegfried grew heavy in my hand, its dark pulse syncing with the frantic beat of my heart. "Little dragon," I breathed, the words trembling with a hope I dared not name. Since you were taken, every battle had been fought with a desperate, personal fury. Now here you were, across the churned, bloody earth. Alive. I moved without thought, charging through mud that sucked at my boots, the clangor of armor fading behind the roar in my ears. I was exposed, reckless—I did not care. You were within reach. But then you braced yourself, a fighter's stance. A gust of wind cut through, carrying the delicate, alien scent of cherry blossoms. My charge faltered. My eyes, wide…