#sylvain gautier

in the battlefield

haha minor crest of Gautier go brr

fulfilling the promise we made

(a commission for @almyranpine)

a commission for @lightlawliet of his little fire emblem dudes. This is transgender art so please dont tag as genderbend!

Miklan hates him. This is something Sylvain understood quite early, at an age he didn’t know yet what was right and wrong, but he did know his brother hated him.

Miklan hates him because he was born with a crest. Because Miklan, the firstborn, the heir, is crestless and Sylvain, young and crest-bearer Sylvain threatens his position.

Their father was delighted – of course he was, a crest meant power, and recognition among their peers, but Sylvain was not, for a short instant before he saw the eyes of his brother filled with rage and hatred.

Ever since, Sylvain hated his crest for the distance it created between him and Miklan, for the laugh and mockeries which befell upon him, the hit, the spite, Miklan’s anger.

So when Miklan started to laugh at him, calling him a bastard, Sylvain didn’t think must of it. He was used to being loathed by his brother, insults were but another sting to his heart, nothing more.

But Goddess, he should have. He should have thought about it, should have thought it was wrong because he was his mother’s son and he bore the ginger color of his father’s hairs, so everything was fine, it was right and he was not a bastard, so truly there was no reason for Miklan to treat him in such ways but he kept doing so, kept calling him like this day after day, night after night, and it’s only once Sylvain creeped in the corridor leading to his father’s office he understood what Miklan meant.

Because there, from the light of his father’s office came yells and shouts about loyalty and cheating and ’how could you do this to me’, and Sylvain heard his mother cry, begging his father to believe she didn’t betray him.

And at this moment, Sylvain understood why. The reason why Miklan laughed at him and treated him as if he was always under him, the same reason as to why, after this day, his father would only look at him with a cold look in his eyes.

Because the crest he bore, the one who was supposed to bring fame to their family, was not the esteemed crest of Gautier.

No, instead, Sylvain bore a crest long forgotten, birthed centuries ago in a whole different world, one which ceased to exist ever since. One which, under no circumstances, should have been found branding the soul of the legitimate son of Margrave Gautier.

And yet, none could deny it. None could look at the ginger, scaredy child and not see it, the brillant glow of Saint Macuil’s earnest crest.

had to get this one out of my system

Testing out a new style with sylvix

Knife cleaning is weirdly erotic

When Sylvain ranks up his proficiency.

crestbearer