so now, what should i do

[lucubrates]

Who: BOTW Zelda and plotted CR, BOTW Zelda and you
When: Aereuer
Where: Aefenglom, out and about, you know
What: Open quest prompts, plotted CR things, memsharing, the works
Warnings: n/a but I will edit this if anything comes up



OPEN PROMPTS | CLOSED PROMPTS
plot with me

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[hegemonwings]

[ she nods at that, thinking. the initial response is a fair point. she works in companionable silence until zelda speaks up again, apparently content to leave it there. ]

Humility... [ she shakes her head at that, a flat chuckle escaping her lips. ] Seiros presented that image, at first. The ageless monster who acted like the pious woman of peace. As for devotion... she was devoted to her mother, in her way. [ the corner of her mouth twists, as she carefully extracts an odd fern by its rhizome, before moving onto a patch of weeds. ] I have the scars to remind me of that.

[lucubrates]

[ Curiosity is her middle name. For all the subtlety she manages in most situations, Zelda can never resist asking a question, no matter how ill advised her mind may tell her it is. ]

The ones on your arms?

[ She looks to Byleth, eyes wide and curious, before she snaps her head back to her work. ]

I apologize.

[hegemonwings]

[ that actually gets byleth to laugh a bit, caught off-guard, looking back to zelda. ]

Don't apologize. But no. [ she frowns, thoughtfully, looking at the old, long-faded burns and cuts on her arms. ] Well... possibly some of them. I didn't get through our war against her completely unmarked. But that's not what I mean. [ she gestures to her chest with one hand. ]

After I was born... my chest was cut open, and her mother's stone heart was connected to my own.

[lucubrates]

[ Hello ]

Byleth, I...

[ Her hands halt and she slowly recognizes that she has not said anything for several seconds as she considers this information that she has been offered. She processes it, though aspects of it are lost to her. Perhaps if she imagines a heart stone as a soul... ]

I know not what a heart stone is. All the same.

[ She thinks she might be understanding something, here. ]

I offer my condolences.

[ For the chest opening. Yikes. ]

[hegemonwings]

A heart made of stone.

[ as if that... explains anything. byleth just... keeps digging. she feels like if she doesn't keep her hands busy, this might get considerably harder. she tries to force a placid mask over her expression, blue eyes looking vacantly down towards her task. still, her tone doesn't harden, or deaden, as she speaks to her. zelda seems... kind, exceedingly so, and she doesn't wish her to see what remains of the ashen demon. ]

Thank you, Zelda. But that's not necessary. It's undone, in any case.

[lucubrates]

[ Were Zelda to know of such concerns, she might comment that she has seen the worst people have to offer, or confronted the darkest parts of a loved one and found them still worth everything.

As it is, she takes that to be as literal and metaphorical as possible. A heart made of stone, one that cannot beat or feel love. She wonders what that means for Byleth. ]

I had not known my mother much myself. [ She hums thoughtfully. ] What I know of her was from stories, things other people were kind enough to tell me. [ Her father did not always dwell in the past, though she knows he loved her mother in some form. ]

Tell me about your's.

[hegemonwings]

[ byleth can relate to that... her brows knit a bit. ]

I never knew mine, either... I'm told she died in childbirth. [ there's something faintly skeptical to how she says it, like she thinks it was probably more complicated. ] Her name was Sitri; she was a nun of the Church. I suspect Seiros placed the same stone in her chest... another attempt to bring her mother back. Likely not the first. [ she shakes her head. ] I'm told she was... frail, struggled with emotion, and never left the monastery's walls. Apparently, my father was one of the few things that could make her smile.

[ she's just not gonna talk about that whole mess in abyss— ]

What of yours, Zelda?