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✧ lee 🇵🇭 ✧ 26, he/him, 18+ followers only ✧ interests may change but underneath that i’m always a claude von riegan fan account ✧ 🦊🦌 claudevainer art ( #🌻🎨) fic ( #🌻✍️)
![Panel 1: Claude entering a tent
[from off panel] Good luck, Claude!
[from off panel] Yeah! Get that idiot to eat something, would you?
Claude: ...right.
Panel 2: An injured Sylvain at nothing, gaze blank, as Claude sits down on the cot behind him.
Claude: Hey...
Panel 3: Claude gently places a hand on Sylvain's shoulder. Claude's hand is covered in bandages all the way to the fingertips.
Claude: You have to eat, my friend.
Panel 4: A sliver of light from the tent entrance lights up Claude's back. The rest of the tent is dimly lit by the one lantern hanging from the ceiling.
Sylvain: Mnn... not hungry.
Claude: Just one bite? For me? / It's been so long even Hilda offered to shove a spoon down your throat.
Panel 5:
Claude gets frustrated. There are scratches and bruises on his face and his hair is a mess.
Sylvain: Don't wanna.
Claude: Sylvain!
Panel 6: Claude tries to calm himself down as Sylvain slowly sits up.
Claude: I didn't dig you out of the trenches at Gronder for you to--! / I tried to save...! / ...Just tell me how to help you.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:zxxq4hjrjvzzf2jm7gwnpnxt/bafkreibnad2artvzm5dapnaligvkwuzww3x5m5ukhetsjbiucjzvheq7iy)
![Panel 1: Sylvain leans forward and bumps his forehead against Claude's.
Sylvain: Huh. You seemed alright in the reports, but leading the Alliance has really worn you out, hasn't it?
Claude: YOU'RE what's wearing me out.
Sylvain: ...
Panel 2: Sylvain flops against Claude's shoulder.
Sylvain: Add a dash of whatever's in that vial you used to carry around and I'll eat.
Panel 3: Claude cradles Sylvain as Sylvain clings to him.
Claude: That thing? I lost it years ago.
Sylvain: Damn... but unseasoned food makes me sick.
Claude: I have more! It's an Almyran spice. I mean--
Sylvain: You don't need to explain yourself. I know you're Almyran.
Panel 4: Sylvain feigns amusement through his depression.
Sylvain: You were never subtle about it.
Claude: I see your ability to piss me off hasn't changed.
Panel 5: [No art, only text.]
Sylvain: ...Hey Claude...? / How much longer do you think you'll be around.
Claude angrily quips: Forever. Almyrans are persistent.
Panel 6: Claude flinches
Claude: But one day you'll go. If the war doesn't take you, Almyra will, and I.../ hmm.... what will I...?](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:zxxq4hjrjvzzf2jm7gwnpnxt/bafkreiepheoftk5rpyjcpwcglx4px3fmd5mstrnhedisn3hr722s7s662u)
![Panel 1: Tears drip onto the bedsheets
Claude [from off panel]: Then leave Fodlan behind and come with me.
Pane 2: Sylvain sobs quietly as Claude comforts him.
Claude: We'll run away together. To Almyra. Just you and me.
Sylvain: And your wyverns...!
Claude: ...and my wyverns.
Panel 3: Claude narrating as he daydreams of a starry Almyran night sky.
Claude: We'll count the stars while soaring through clear desert skies,
Panel 4: Claude and Sylvain in Almyran garb, dancing in the streets.
Claude: and dance to drummers in the middle of the streets. No more fear. No more loss. We'll be free.
Panel 5: their clothes transition into red desert sand. Sylvain and Claude run ahead of Claude's wyverns.
Claude: And isn't that a dream worth sticking around for?](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:zxxq4hjrjvzzf2jm7gwnpnxt/bafkreihdlppqrobreewbvlx7smrcd6lzvdfkhgqlfpkwjhsfpqh7ulcbwu)
