[ She'll remember Owain's words later, as she's changing back — the recounting of his incredibly heroic mother, and her one fatal weakness. How happy she had been, to see the mark appear on Owain's arm.
But that's the story of a much older Aunt Lissa; and all Lucina can hope is that — unlike the one in the story, this Lissa remains more than a story to her cousin. Some iteration of her cousin, in the timeline ( it should terrify her, how natural all of this feels; and yet, here she is ).
When she steps back out of the change room, she's got the dress neatly folded in her arms once more. A clothing store may not be the best place for it, but — she'd rather not delay the inevitable. ]
I believe there are some chairs near the entrance to these stalls. Shall we?
[ Lissa nods, uncharacteristically quiet, and follows Lucina out to the little duo of chairs nearby. They're nice chairs, pretty comfy actually, but she barely notices as she sits, too busy fantasizing about all the possible outcomes of this impending talk their about to have.
Lissa, I'm actually your long lost sibling. Or, Lissa, you and I were actually switched at birth and you're not royalty at all. Or even, Lissa, I am your fathermother aunt. (Actually, probably not that last one.)
Whatever the case, she doesn't wait all too long after Lucina sits down before piping up again. ]
[ She's not going to mince words — her family deserves much better than that. Hesitation and silence only brings out misunderstandings, irreversible situations. ] My father is Chrom — your elder brother. It seems Hathaway has the ability to recruit individuals from ... not just any world, but any period in time.
[ Here, she takes a breath. Watches for her expression. ] I did not wish to alarm you with this immediately after our first meeting. [ Considering pirates, and stuff. You know. ] ... But I hadn't meant for you to find out about it this way, either. I'm sorry, Aunt Lissa.
i thought about taking this thread seriously but nah
[ The yelling makes her wince — the reaction itself is completely expected, but the pitch isn't. ... Nor is the reason that she's yelling, really. Of all the things for her to focus on, it's— ]
He's far from stupid! I'm honored to be his daughter— [ Is her knee jerk response, the crumpled expression continuing as she argues for her father's honor. Nearly continues with an indignant ( almost immature ) reaction of her own, regardless of whether or not this is her aunt in front of her. Except she catches herself from saying something she'd really regret ( only just barely ).
So, she clears her throat. ]
... He is the father of two. Myself, and my younger sibling. [ ... Give her a minute, she's trying to recover her dignity. ]
[ Cripes Lucina, you don't have to be such a Chrom stan.
Actually, this is the most emotion Lissa's seen out of Lucina basically ever, and she's so taken aback that she actually leans back in her chair, eyes wide in surprise. Wow, who knew Lucina had it in her. She's almost impressed. ]
Okay, okay, I won't call him stupid anymore. [ At least not in front of Lucina. ] I didn't mean it anyway, all sisters call their brothers stupid.
[ In her very worldly experience. (Her worldly experience of one.) Anyway, she's over it, initial shock settling down enough that she starts to reel back in all the other pieces Lucina's reveal implies. ]
So.....you're really from the future? And you're really my niece?
To be fair Lucina calls Inigo a dolt, which is basically the same thing ( worldly experience of two, now, technically ). The remark seems to be the right thing to say — her expression softening now that her father's pride is no longer on the chopping block. As if he had pride to protect in the first place.
Which means they can continue on with the rest of the conversation. She nods, but not before a healthy dose of hesitation, and an entirely uncertain smile. ] I am. [ To both. ]
I realize it may be a little ... difficult for you to believe, but I am telling the truth. [ ... And then another significant pause, as she wonders if she should tell Lissa about Owain. Probably not yet ( Owain would be so sad— ). ] I believe the Mark should be proof enough.
[ Keeping Owain a secret is probably for the best. She can barely think about romance at the moment, let alone children of her own.
The possibility that Lucina might be lying about any of this never crosses her mind. Why joke about something as far-fetched as the future when there are way easier things to lie about? (Plus she's still not sure if Lucina has a humorous bone in her body, no offense Lucina.)
Plus, there is the Brand, better proof than any words could be. Lissa slumps in her chair, exhaling loudly. ]
No, I believe you. It's just—so weird! I mean, how far in the future can they go? What if your kid from the future shows up one day? Then I'll be a great-aunt!
( Tbh that's true ). Lucina's shoulder relaxes when Lissa believes her. Maybe this time, her story will hold a little stronger for much, much longer — that's the best she can hope for right now. Less complications, with a little more experience in keeping a straight face through the worst. Hopefully.
... Hopefully. But that's something to worry about later on. For now, she allows herself a small smile. ] I can't imagine that it would be ... very likely. Given the number of people that exist in our world alone.
[ Hopefully ( then next app round they get a Morgan, rip ). ] ... Though if it's too strange, I could address you simply as Lissa. [ Instead of Aunt Lissa. ]
But since Val doesn't want to go down that rabbit hole and Lissa's brain would probably explode if she spent too long thinking about FE:A mechanics, she just sweeps past the whole thing and opts to focus on the important decision at hand here, which is:
Does she have Lucina call her Aunt Lissa, or just plain old Lissa? There's something thrilling about having that title of seniority and being able to lord the fact that she was born first over someone. (It sucks a little sometimes, being the youngest child.)
But also.....it's really weird. ]
Just Lissa is fine! 'Aunt Lissa' sounds so formal, and I'm definitely not old enough to be an aunt anyway.
[ She says, coming from a game where you can marry off 13 year olds. But whatever. ]
Anyways, I'm glad you told me! It's so much nicer to go on adventures when there's family going with you. [ And also, because she is an aunt now: ] And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me, okay? I'll do whatever I can for you!
Lissa it is, then. [ She'll easily go along with that — much better than trying not to address her with overwhelming familiarity, now that ground rules have been established. She prides herself in keeping the corners of her lips up; especially when her aunt begins speaking of adventures with family.
But that's why she did this — because it's better this way.
Which means she barely skips a beat when she nods. ] Of course. And the same for you, as well. [ Because they're family, and she's technically older. She's not letting Lissa get away with it this easily.
God i forgot how to wrap threads up, they continued to shop for dresses and Lucina picked up something cute for once, the end. ]
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But that's the story of a much older Aunt Lissa; and all Lucina can hope is that — unlike the one in the story, this Lissa remains more than a story to her cousin. Some iteration of her cousin, in the timeline ( it should terrify her, how natural all of this feels; and yet, here she is ).
When she steps back out of the change room, she's got the dress neatly folded in her arms once more. A clothing store may not be the best place for it, but — she'd rather not delay the inevitable. ]
I believe there are some chairs near the entrance to these stalls. Shall we?
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Lissa, I'm actually your long lost sibling. Or, Lissa, you and I were actually switched at birth and you're not royalty at all. Or even, Lissa, I am your
fathermotheraunt. (Actually, probably not that last one.)Whatever the case, she doesn't wait all too long after Lucina sits down before piping up again. ]
Soooooo.....what is it?
[ Let's just get this over with. ]
here we gooo
[ She's not going to mince words — her family deserves much better than that. Hesitation and silence only brings out misunderstandings, irreversible situations. ] My father is Chrom — your elder brother. It seems Hathaway has the ability to recruit individuals from ... not just any world, but any period in time.
[ Here, she takes a breath. Watches for her expression. ] I did not wish to alarm you with this immediately after our first meeting. [ Considering pirates, and stuff. You know. ] ... But I hadn't meant for you to find out about it this way, either. I'm sorry, Aunt Lissa.
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What?
[ Her voice is shrill, an octave higher than its usual already high pitch, a perfect match to her eyes currently bugging out of her face. ]
Chrom - my stupid brother - is your dad?? [ ................................. ] Who would wanna marry him?
[ She'll get to everything else in a second, but right here right now, this is the most pressing matter at hand. ]
amazing
He's far from stupid! I'm honored to be his daughter— [ Is her knee jerk response, the crumpled expression continuing as she argues for her father's honor. Nearly continues with an indignant ( almost immature ) reaction of her own, regardless of whether or not this is her aunt in front of her. Except she catches herself from saying something she'd really regret ( only just barely ).
So, she clears her throat. ]
... He is the father of two. Myself, and my younger sibling. [ ... Give her a minute, she's trying to recover her dignity. ]
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Actually, this is the most emotion Lissa's seen out of Lucina basically ever, and she's so taken aback that she actually leans back in her chair, eyes wide in surprise. Wow, who knew Lucina had it in her. She's almost impressed. ]
Okay, okay, I won't call him stupid anymore. [ At least not in front of Lucina. ] I didn't mean it anyway, all sisters call their brothers stupid.
[ In her very worldly experience. (Her worldly experience of one.) Anyway, she's over it, initial shock settling down enough that she starts to reel back in all the other pieces Lucina's reveal implies. ]
So.....you're really from the future? And you're really my niece?
[ Gods, that's so weird. ]
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To be fair Lucina calls Inigo a dolt, which is basically the same thing ( worldly experience of two, now, technically ). The remark seems to be the right thing to say — her expression softening now that her father's pride is no longer on the chopping block. As if he had pride to protect in the first place.
Which means they can continue on with the rest of the conversation. She nods, but not before a healthy dose of hesitation, and an entirely uncertain smile. ] I am. [ To both. ]
I realize it may be a little ... difficult for you to believe, but I am telling the truth. [ ... And then another significant pause, as she wonders if she should tell Lissa about Owain. Probably not yet ( Owain would be so sad— ). ] I believe the Mark should be proof enough.
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The possibility that Lucina might be lying about any of this never crosses her mind. Why joke about something as far-fetched as the future when there are way easier things to lie about? (Plus she's still not sure if Lucina has a humorous bone in her body, no offense Lucina.)
Plus, there is the Brand, better proof than any words could be. Lissa slumps in her chair, exhaling loudly. ]
No, I believe you. It's just—so weird! I mean, how far in the future can they go? What if your kid from the future shows up one day? Then I'll be a great-aunt!
[ When does the rabbit hole end. ]
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( Tbh that's true ). Lucina's shoulder relaxes when Lissa believes her. Maybe this time, her story will hold a little stronger for much, much longer — that's the best she can hope for right now. Less complications, with a little more experience in keeping a straight face through the worst. Hopefully.
... Hopefully. But that's something to worry about later on. For now, she allows herself a small smile. ] I can't imagine that it would be ... very likely. Given the number of people that exist in our world alone.
[ Hopefully ( then next app round they get a Morgan, rip ). ] ... Though if it's too strange, I could address you simply as Lissa. [ Instead of Aunt Lissa. ]
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But since Val doesn't want to go down that rabbit hole and Lissa's brain would probably explode if she spent too long thinking about FE:A mechanics, she just sweeps past the whole thing and opts to focus on the important decision at hand here, which is:
Does she have Lucina call her Aunt Lissa, or just plain old Lissa? There's something thrilling about having that title of seniority and being able to lord the fact that she was born first over someone. (It sucks a little sometimes, being the youngest child.)
But also.....it's really weird. ]
Just Lissa is fine! 'Aunt Lissa' sounds so formal, and I'm definitely not old enough to be an aunt anyway.
[ She says, coming from a game where you can marry off 13 year olds. But whatever. ]
Anyways, I'm glad you told me! It's so much nicer to go on adventures when there's family going with you. [ And also, because she is an aunt now: ] And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me, okay? I'll do whatever I can for you!
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But that's why she did this — because it's better this way.
Which means she barely skips a beat when she nods. ] Of course. And the same for you, as well. [ Because they're family, and she's technically older. She's not letting Lissa get away with it this easily.
God i forgot how to wrap threads up, they continued to shop for dresses and Lucina picked up something cute for once, the end. ]