"...If you know who I am...please tell me."

"I’ve lived a checkered life, it seems. And that’s just the part of it I remember. I’m not entirely sure what sort of person I was before meeting Chrom. But what I do know, I’d like to share with you. Let’s sit down tonight and talk more."

[amnesicplegian]

grandmastermoragan​:

“Yes I am she. And yea im ok just..” sighing she looks up at Robin. “Fusterated that no matter how i try to replay it i can’t figure out how to avoid a mass murder this next fight. Even if we do everything right it still ends up bad.”

Praying to the goddess she hopes he won’t push. She knows this Robin is not her father but she still wants to do her fathers memory proud. “I keep hitting a wall and am afraid I won’t be able to come up with a plan. I could use your help.”

“Hmmm...” Robin unconsciously hummed as he peered over the girl’s shoulder, his analytical eyes taking note of the mountain of books that surrounded her. Some were open for review, while others were closed with parchment sticking out between their pages. Four tomes had been strategically placed at each corner of the map that covered the majority of the table, likely preventing it from curling as she worked. Carefully inked territories stained the parchment, as well as patches of handwritten notes regarding the weather and geography of the area.

It was uncanny, how similar Morgana’s work was to his own. From the hand-drawn maps to the long pins in the map representing the soldiers on the field, it mirrored his own technique. Odd how similar her planning is to my own. Robin thought to himself, though he dared not show his thoughts on his expression. Without my memories, I guess it’s not fair to say my technique is wholly original. Perhaps we picked up strategy in a similar field of learning. He decided, shaking off his discomfort.

“Of course. Where exactly are you having the most trouble? I’m happy to offer my insight.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

How Does Your Muse React/Feel When...

😇- They are given praise 😰- They get scolded 🙇- They meet someone new and first impressions are good 👺- They meet someone new and first impressions are bad 🙌- They see their best friend 👿- They see their worst enemy ☺️- They see a friend 💅- They see a rival ❣️- They see their crush ♥️- They see their boy/girlfriend 💍- They see their spouse 🚸- They see their children 👪- They see their family (specify if desired) 💮- They get asked to hang out 💐- They get asked out on a date 💔- They get stood up/broken up with 💎- They win a huge reward 🎁- They are given a gift they like 💣- They are given a gift they dislike 🎎- They find a long lost possession of theirs 💵- They see something on sale for a bargain price 🗑- They see something that is being given away for free 📍- They narrowly escape a perilous situation 🚪- They hear someone knock on their door 📱- Someone asks to borrow their phone

[amnesicplegian]

future-flame-emperor​:

I’m Not in Plegia Anymore || Robin & Edelgard

The background sounds of families living their lives filled Edelgard’s ears. Something that would protect in the future. She needed the knowledge to further her goal though. The Academy would certainly help with learning how to achieve multiple tasks and with having Hubert there would help tremendously. He would be able to scout more information and work behind the scenes. As she posed the front of being a careful future leader.

Edelgard was so lost in her own thoughts and plans that she practically forgot Robin behind her. She paused her steps and realized that she was walking faster than he was, causing a slight gap between the two. Edelgard walked back to stand next to Robin then. Focused on her goal at hand, she sometimes did forget about her surroundings. She ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat, “Apologies for fast walking. I was lost in thought.”

She turned her attention to a market stall and took note that it was someone selling various paints and pigments even. She saw a few she liked but decided not to buy them right away. She would have to come back later when Robin wasn’t with her so that he didn’t question her. Edelgard pointed down some ways and smiled very softly.

“That’s the bookstore. I’m sure they have lots of non-fiction. And oh wait. Here. You can pay me back later.” Edelgard reached into her pocket and pulled out a small sack of gold coins and held it out to Robin. “In case you find any books you like, buy them. I’ll probably be browsing around in there but have no need to purchase anything.” Edelgard opened the door to the bookstore with one hand and still holding the gold coin sack out to Robin.

Walking alongside royalty wasn’t uncommon for Robin, as Chrom and Lissa had always fervently insisted he be treated as their equal despite not being Ylissean himself. Though the treatment had been uncomfortable at first, he had grown accustomed to their antics, and developed a particularly close relationship to Chrom. Chrom... He frowned to himself, shaking his head. It made him anxious to realize that there was no guarantee he would ever be able to see his dear friend again.

Edelgard had intentionally positioned herself beside Robin and though he did not acknowledge it in words, he silently noted the behavior. A paranoid part of him wondered if the princess was attempting to ascertain information on him based on his appearance, or maliciously trying to obtain his trust. He hadn’t known her long enough to predict her thoughts, and it was unsettling to consider the worst possible scenarios. As if to compromise with both their levels of comfort, Robin created a space between them horizontally and continued walking forward.

The exterior of the bookstore was constructed of the same light-colored bricks that was practically used in every part of the city, creating an appealing, uniform look to the capital. The construction was likely intentional, and isn’t a bad idea. Robin mused to himself, returning his gaze to Edelgard as she held open the door to the small establishment, as well as offered him coin.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary. If the currency here is gold, then I’m set.” He replied, offering a small peek of a smile to show his appreciation for her thoughtful gesture before entering inside. The familiar smell of pages tucked within books was enough to evoke a content sigh from the tactician. Turning to the shopkeeper, he greeted him with a small wave before he began to browse the various bookshelves. As he walked, his eyes skimmed the titles printed on the bindings of the tomes, searching for anything that could aid his research or piqued his interest.

He paused when he noticed a shelf of books centered on Fodlan’s magic. The magic of Fodlan...perhaps it differs greatly from Ylisse...

[amnesicplegian]

describe your ideal/perfect day?

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #4. || 2. describe your ideal/perfect day?

Unconsciously, the tactician raised his hand to his chin and began to use his thumb to stroke along the smooth ridge below his bottom lip. A broad question such as this with very little context invited a variety of answer possibilities. He could reflect upon himself and his own preferences, focus on the weather, or maybe even interactions with his friends. However, as a man that never stopped working, Robin’s mind immediately drifted to his line of work. Well, I feel the best after a day with no causalities or just...when everything goes right. He thought to himself, before lifting his head.

“An ideal day...is when everything goes according to plan. When the enemy formation matches my prediction, the weather cooperates, and the army is able to perform well,” He explained, sliding a hand into the pocket of his jacket, “you never know how the tables may turn on you. As a tactician, so many people rely on you. They trust you with their lives. It’s any tactician’s worst nightmare to let everyone down...”

[amnesicplegian]

grandmastermoragan​:

Hearing the mumble she looks up and holds her breath as he walks by. Morgana knew that she would have to see him at one point but honestly not so soon. It was only recently that Chrom and his Shepards came across the poor injured Morgana.

She trembles a moment before looking back at her book. Gripping her clock a little tighter she tries to remember the breathing techniques she learned as a girl. In through the nose out through the mouth. He doesn’t even know she exists. He’ll she doesn’t exist in this time.

Why was seeing a younger version of her father shaking her up so bad mentally. If she could handle this how could she handle leading the army? It made no sense. Hopefully he won’t see her

Slowly, Robin lifted his arm to reach a tome at the top of the bookshelf. He dragged two fingers along the crest of the binding, feigning interest, only for his hand to retreat. None of these books contained any information he hadn’t already read, or even repeat knowledge that would be helpful to review as he constructed the upcoming strategy. The tactician was acutely aware that he was wasting time, being unproductive by visiting a library when he should be tethered to his desk, working with dedication on his next plan. 

Releasing a sigh, he turned. Get back to work, Robin. He scolded himself, though even his chastising thoughts were only half-hearted. His feet continued to hesitate, and dragged across the floor as he slowly made his way toward the exit. His eyes searched for any valid excuse not to return to his desk, to give his brain something else to mull over than the maps he had been inking for days. Much to luck, and perhaps even his misfortune, he spotted Morgana seated alone among several papers. Her expression was one of trepidation, and seemingly perplexed. Robin frowned. Morgana...we located her injured on the field, but don’t know much about her other than that. She insisted that she join us...and Chrom was quick to accept her assistance, as expected. I wonder if something is on her mind. He approached her without a second thought.

“Morgana...was it? Are you alright? You look as though you’ve had a nightmare.”

[sweetestsuggest-deactivated2020]

cute asks ♡

1. what languages can you speak?

2. describe your ideal/perfect day?

3. who do you love most in your life?

4. what color are your eyes? do you like them?

5. favorite candle scent?

6. favorite type of flowers?

7. if you could smell like anything all the time,what scent would you pick?

8. favorite constellation and why?

9. what color is your favorite and why?

10. do you prefer the ocean or the mountains?

11. favorite type of weather? describe it?

12. what are you most passionate about in life?

13. favorite songs?

14. what is your go to snack?

15. chocolate or strawberry milk?

16. do you like journaling? if so,what do you journal about?

17. what are your biggest dreams in life?

18. what are your religious beliefs?

19. would you rather have 100 kittens or 100 puppies?

20. cotton candy or funnel cakes?

21. do you prefer hand holding or cuddles?

22. favorite place in nature to be? describe what it looks like or post a photo of it?

23. is there anyone you'd die for? who?

24. do you have any unusual fears? what are they?

25. museum dates or aquarium dates?

26. favorite fruit?

27. do you have long or short hair? which do you prefer to have and why?

28. what makes you happy?

29. do you collect anything? if so,what?

30. favorite sea creature?

31. talk about the person you love most?

32. favorite soda?

33. have you ever dyed your hair before? what color(s)?

34. favorite emoji(s)?

35. how tall are you?

36. if you could travel anywhere in the world,where would you want to go?

37. favorite number?

38. are you a night owl or an early bird?

39. favorite holiday? how do you usually celebrate it?

40. favorite movie(s)?

[naninnai]

‪Was supposed to draw serious chrobin but. ¯\_(ヅ)_/¯ 😂😂‬

[amnesicplegian]

grandmastermoragan​:

There was always something to be said about the smell of old books. The way they turned the pages and how they felt in ones hand. If morgana was being honest she would tell you that was her favorite smell. Ink on brittle paper making crisp noises in the late night.

She was so caught in reading a new tome she didn’t even hear the other enter the Library. Piles of books scattered on the table and a very tired Morgana would be the others view.

“hmm. maybe if I did that we could counter this way.”

Another tough battle lies ahead of us. Robin thought to himself, releasing an audible sigh as he entered the library. The Shepherds were journeying to Regna Ferox, where they would confront Valm’s forces in an attempt to push them out of the port town they sought to seize. Valm was a formidable force, one that had already proven its prowess, and Ylisse nor Regna Ferox stood a chance without an immaculate plan. 

The Shepherds were passing through a town along their way, retrieving supplies and offering a small bit of leisure time to the troops, but Robin found it difficult to relax. Rather than visiting one of the bakeries or book stores, the tactician instead scrounged up a bit of time to browse the library. He didn’t expect to find a text he didn’t already own, but the quiet destination always offered him assistance in planning. He stepped into the center of the library, completely oblivious to the girl seated at one of the tables; too tangled in his own thoughts. The issue with Valm was complex, and would not be solved easily. It placed a great pressure on his shoulders, and worried him even, but he was confident in his skill. He had to be.

Mumbling to himself, he walked past the girl with his hand fixed beneath his chin, and stood before a bookshelf. With a partial focus, he scanned the titles, but his mind was completely elsewhere.

[amnesicplegian]

future-flame-emperor​:

I’m Not in Plegia Anymore || Robin & Edelgard

The bookstores and food? Edelgard thought to herself and rubbed her chin some. She thought about where the nearest bookshop was. She had always just ventured to the library when she needed a book. But she knew that Hubert often frequented a bookstore down the street some. It was a man and a wife who ran it and they had a vast amount of books.

“We can certainly do that before going to the castle. Here…” Edelgard slid past Robin and smiled, “We can go to the bookstore first and then go grab some food. If that sounds okay to you, I really hope you enjoy staying in the Adrestian Empire even if it’s for a short period of time.” Edelgard looked down the ways and squinted some. She noticed that there was hardly a line waiting anywhere but then she noticed all eyes were on her.

The people here always made accommodations for the royalty around here. Since they were the ones who helped them and ruled over them. Especially the princess of all people. Or were the staring because of Robin? Edelgard made her way back to Robin and cocked her head.

“Is there a certain book you’re looking for? The man and wife who run the place are really nice and have just about everything you’d need.” Edelgard started to lead Robin with her down the road and waved to a few people who made eye contact with her. 

Subconsciously, Robin took a half-step backward when Edelgard slid past him and in effect, created more space between them. Given his lack of familiarity with the princess, he wasn’t quite comfortable with her presence in his personal space. Robin had always been overly cautious when it came to smaller details such as this; hyper aware of anyone that ventured too close. Space between himself and a stranger was a safeguard, allowing him to feel more secure. He was a stranger to these lands, and at a painful disadvantage. While his countenance was immaculately calm, he wouldn’t allow a single opportunity for Edelgard to read him, or perhaps search his person too closely. He was operating strategically, purposely remaining vague in his intentions, and an anxious voice cautioned him that Edelgard may see the deeper thoughts buried within his eyes.

“Nothing in particular,” The tactician responded, his answer flowing easily from his lips, “I like to browse. If a book catches my interest, I’ll pull it off the shelf and skim it for a little while, then decide whether or not to buy it.” Robin explained, following Edelgard past the market and toward the many storefronts. As they walked along, their boots clicked against the stone path, and the Plegian found the sound oddly calming. Maybe it’s because it sounds just like the square in Ylisstol... He mused to himself.

“Well,” Robin added, deciding to clarify his answer, “I read a variety of texts, but I prefer non-fiction, research, and historical genres. Stories can be, interesting, but not the best use of my time.” He slid his hands into his pockets, his eyes continuing to wander. And maybe...I’ll be able to gather up more knowledge on the culture here. The more I know, the better I can navigate myself here until I find my ticket home.

[amnesicplegian]

(the moon) "What are you hiding from yourself or from others?" Edelgard tapped her finger on the desk in front of the both of them. Helping Robin devise his next strategy was something she enjoyed. But she also learned that catching Robin off guard with questions like these were the best way to ask him things.

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #3. || the moon - what are you hiding from yourself or others?

In a slow, fluid motion, Robin’s eyes moved from the left to the right, soaking in every detail of the map laid out before him. It was a map of the monastery grounds, faithfully recreated from various documents within the church. It had been a painstaking process, particularly when he had to hide the duplication from church officials, but he took pride in his work. Strategic planning was now possible with the resource, which would help in planning their approach to the future invasion. Edelgard and he had spent a significant portion of time discussing the general geography of the area, but the two still needed to consider the architecture within the church grounds. Buildings were equally as crucial, especially when anticipating reinforcements. 

Focused on his work, Edelgard’s sudden question didn’t immediately register in his mind. When it did, he stilled. He didn’t dare lift his head, though his eyes visibly widened with surprise for a brief second, before he swiftly composed himself.

“That’s an oddly specific question, don’t you think?” He replied, intentionally failing to meet her eyes, “what are you hiding from me, Edelgard?” He asked, deflecting the conversation.

“Everyone has their secrets. I’ll leave it at that.”

[luckychars]

deep tarot asks🧿

the fool: what journey have you recently started?

the magician: do you feel that you have the right tools and resources in your life to achieve your goals?

the high priestess: do you trust your intuition?

the empress: do you love yourself?

the emperor: do you believe you have control over your life?

the hierophant: what traditions or rituals or mantras have you created for yourself?

the lovers: do you feel alone? are you waiting for perfect harmony in your life?

the chariot: what forces are pulling you in opposite directions?

the hermit: how do you get in touch with your emotions?

strength: in what ways are you strongest?

wheel of fortune: do you feel like you are a victim of fate?

justice: do you believe in karma, or that hard work manifests as success?

the hanged man: are you truly open-minded?

death: have you had to bury another version of yourself? what came out of it?

temperance: have you found a comfortable balance in your life?

the devil: do you have everything you want? why do you want it?

the tower: what was the last reason you really cried?

the star: are you an optimist? why or why not?

the moon: what are you hiding from yourself or from others?

the sun: what makes you happiest?

judgment: are you sure that you want your life to head in the direction that it is?

the world: are you satisfied? do you love life or do you just tolerate it?

inspired by @nightmarevirgo’s super cute tarot questions

[amnesicplegian]

future-flame-emperor​:

I’m Not in Plegia Anymore || Robin & Edelgard

Edelgard was ecstatic about Robin wanting to join her. She had no bad motives at all, but the situation was still a little off. What if Robin is a spy sent to watch me from the darkness? Her stance straightened a bit more and knew that she was always being watched, no matter what. Would they even send someone straight to her to watch her though? She didn’t want to have any doubts about Robin but now the anxiety was itching in the back of her mind.

“The Adrestian Empire is very bountiful in what we hold dear to ourselves. My father is currently ruling, but, some day I shall take the throne from him and rule this vast Empire. We have several different positions to help me with ruling, so it is nice to have people to help rely on, yet, some of them are very corrupt.” She gave a soft side. Full well knowing that someday, she will excommunicate and strip titles of people to hand those titles over to people who she know will do the Empire better. That is far from now though, yet the thought still poked in her mind.

“I think you will actually enjoy your time here. The Empire greatly relies on Magic based users here for most of our militia defense and offense. In fact, there’s more mages than ax wielders here. My father used to be a mage in fact, a very powerful one at that. But…” Her attention was brought to the front gates. Two guards stood here all the time, maintaining balance. She looked back to Robin, giving a small smile, “But that’s neither here nor there. Let’s continue.” After telling the guards that Robin was her esteemed guest, they had opened the gate doors for them.

Stepping into the inner walls of the Empire, there was much to see. Countless shops in a small area, houses with children playing outside of them, people living their own lives within the Empire. It seemed so normal to the average person yet, this was still not the area they needed to be in. Large stone houses to hold larger family members, the water sources directly outside the house. Some houses were decorated with a small garden with flowers and gardens for vegetables. Edelgard had known that their was a large amount of food and supplies so that no one would be hungry. Heat sources were all over the town of Enbarr as well to make sure the colder months would not be a burden. She was pleased to know so many people were well taken care of daily.

“House Bergliez is the one who takes care of our military affairs while, House Varley helps with our religious affairs of the Church of Seiros. Hm, House Hevring does our domestic affairs with neighboring area. House Vestra, that’s a one that you may not hear a lot about. They have worked for my family for generations to come. They… Pick up the dirty work so to say. There are many other houses who help though, I can explain more later.” Edelgard cleared her throat and she looked up, seeing the Adrestian Castle that she resided in.

“This is my home. I can show you around inside but is there anything you would like to see outside the castle walls before we go in? I’m sure many of questions will be asked once we’re inside. We can explore Enbarr a bit more if you want to.” Edelgard turned on her heel, cocking her head slightly at Robin. Surely he must trust her just a little, he had not been kidnapped. And she was giving him a place to stay for the meantime. 

“It is reasonable for you to still find caution. This place is fairly large and very unfamiliar to you. So I understand if you wish to take in your surroundings.” Edelgard looked past Robin to see children playing, a brother and a sister mindlessly chasing each other, without a care in the world. A soft smile graced her lips again and she turned her attention back to Robin. Some smaller children ran past her, waving and calling her “Princess!” to which she would wave back to the children and they continued on their ways.

Sliding his hands into the pockets of his coat, Robin pursed his lips thoughtfully as Edelgard described the current political situation within the Empire. Corruption was hardly unusual, nor unprecedented in governance. For most men and women, it was easy to succumb to the allure of power. With power came prestige, life’s comforts, and pride. Should any of those be relished too deeply, it bred a desire for more. If that desire burned too harshly, it lead to taking from those who already had less. It was all too common. He shook his head, casting his gaze toward the fast-approaching center of the city as the princess continued to describe her home.

A militia filled with users of magic... Robin mused to himself, both impressed and conflicted with the new knowledge. If a nation relied heavily upon magic for its operations, that meant that there must be great investment in research pertaining to magic. If my suspicions are correct, then I should have the resources I need to concoct a plan out of here. He determined with confidence, hoping that perhaps the magical advances in Adrestia even surpass those in Ylisse or Plegia. On the other hand, Robin wondered if Edelgard shared this knowledge with him as a warning. A nation that specialized in magic meant that if he needed to escape, it would be more difficult to use his own magic to his advantage.

For now, he shelved those thoughts, instead studying the structures around him as they arrived at the city’s center. One observation that was particularly noticeable was the state of the civilians that lived there. Though they were hustling along, going about their days and worrying over chores, work, or shopping, they seemed happy. Children scampered along the streets without any hesitation or fear. Older couples were seated at benches, sharing laughs and old memories. Seeing the people so relaxed brought back fond memories of when he had first arrived in Ylisstol with Chrom and Lissa. The people are happy here. Robin concluded. While that doesn’t say much about what the governance might be planning...I can at least say the Empire cares for its people.

Robin hummed along as Edelgard described Adrestia’s system of power, occasionally nodding in acknowledgement as the princess detailed the various layers of nobility. He supposed that in some ways, a greater division of power would prevent corruption through monopoly. However, such divisions could also result in corruption if failed to be properly checked. It was nothing like the power system he had become accustomed to in Ylisse.

The tactician’s steps ceased as they arrived before the Adrestian Castle. His eyes carefully observed the exterior of the protective stone walls, before he turned, casting his gaze to the city. Though Edelgard reassured him that he had nothing to concern himself over, Robin couldn’t drop his guard so easily. At the very least, he wanted to have an escape route in mind, should he need to make a sudden escape.

“Actually...I wouldn’t mind looking at local bookstores and trying the cuisine. You can learn a lot about a place by the food that’s served, and the books that are sold.”

[amnesicplegian]

Favorite rainy day activities?

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #2. || Favorite rainy day activities?

“Inclement weather can certainly put a damper on a day’s planned activities, but it’s sometimes one of my favorite kinds of unexpected changes,” Robin replied, casting aside one of his books and leaning in closer in favor of the conversation, “if there’s no planned march or advance, the rain creates excellent conditions for reading and studying.” He explained, his chocolate eyes brightening somewhat with subdued excitement.

“With a few candles and a cup of coffee, you can easily finish several books in a single day without a single person telling you to go out and get some sunlight. Not to mention there’s no better white noise for reading than the sound of the rain.”

[amnesicplegian]

Do you sleep better with silence or noise? If noise, what kind?

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #2. || Do you sleep better with silence or noise? If noise, what kind?

Well...that circle doesn’t work either. Robin thought to himself with a disappointed sigh, his calculating eyes looking to the pile of scattered papers before him, each bearing a slightly differing hand-drawn magic circle. Rather than create a spell from nothing, the tactician had decided a more efficient approach would be to adjust an existing spell. If he could modify its inherit properties, he may be able to change the outcome of its use, thus achieving teleportation. However, it seemed none of his current adjustments yielded a promising result. While it seemed to he could warp himself short, pre-determined distances, the spell was not enough to return him to his home. Retrieving his pen, Robin scribbled a few quick notes in his personal journal, utilizing shorthand to ensure none could decipher his most personal thoughts and discoveries. He only lifted his head to meet Edelgard, who was seated across from him, when she addressed him directly.

In truth, he hadn’t been completely listening to their conversation; he had merely nodded along as she spoke, only giving an irrelevant comment or two when prompted. However, when she posed him a question, that demanded his attention, and he had no choice but to temporarily remove his focus from his project.

“Well, that’s hard to say,” Robin admitted, a somewhat sheepish chuckle escaping him as his eyes drifted upward, reading his thoughts as though they were written before him, “I find the most effective way of getting myself to sleep is working to the bone. Once I’m exhausted enough I can barely keep my eyes open, I can get some good sleep. Sleeping at a reasonable time...never came easy to me.” Raising a hand to his face, he rested his chin in his palm with a thoughtful gaze. 

“If I had to decide between the two, I’d say noise. Silence...is never a good omen. If I don’t hear the caw of a crow, the cicadas in the summer, or even the creaks of the castle...I get a bad, unshakable feeling.”

[1driedpersimmon]

It's been a long day

[fresh-hot-rp-memes]

Cozy Questions 🧸🌙☕️

What’s your comfort food?

Favorite rainy day activities?

Describe your favorite blanket.

Foamy bubble bath or bath bomb?

Favorite candle/incense scent?

Describe your coziest pajamas. 

Your oldest stuffed animal?

Late night reading or late night movies?

Preferred hot drink?

What songs calm you?

Which do you prefer: watching the sunrise, the sunset, or stargazing?

Do you blow bubbles in your milk?

Favorite milkshake flavor?

If you wake up early do you get up or stay in bed?

Sleepover or solitary weekend night?

Do you sleep better with silence or noise? If noise, what kind? (rain, white noise, TV, etc.)

Bedtime story or lullaby? 

[amnesicplegian]

future-flame-emperor​:

I’m Not in Plegia Anymore || Robin & Edelgard

Edelgard gave a soft chuckle patted Robin’s back gently. It was certainly endearing to think Robin to suddenly change his demeanor. Yet, Edelgard had no care for that sort of treatment. She just wanted to have the same amount of respect that anyone would give to any other person. Edelgard removed her hand from the man’s back and stood in front of him, a hand on her hip.

“No need to address me as such. You may keep calling me Edelgard as that is my name. You do not need to add the title, not until I am Emperor. You have done none wrong.” Edelgard stated and flipped her hair over her shoulder again. She truly meant it, she didn’t mind that he didn’t see her as a princess. They were technically strangers towards one another. 

“Although, an ulterior motive? Nonetheless, I simply wish to watch and learn from you in battle. Your tactical prowess is something to admire and I wish to learn from you in that aspect. If you think that is a fair trade, then we’ll call it a deal. You can stay with us as long as you need until you need to return to wherever you came from.” Edelgard turned back to face towards the Empire. The walls that surrounded the area were heavily guarded but they would not target Robin seeing Edelgard with him.

“Feel free to use our resources how you see fit and I will surely learn a thing or two from you as well. Now, come along Robin, I’m sure you’re tired and would like to rest just a little.” Edelgard gave him a beckoning motion to follow her. She had known that he had no where to go, so she was just trying to give him a roof over his head. Yet she had no other way to provide it other than have him stay with her in the Adrestian Palace. The common person would think that it was suspicious that the offer was placed.

“You must walk close to me so that the guards don’t think of you as an intruder. I will explain your story and then we can explore the inner walls of the castle. Does that sound alright to you?” Edelgard turned her head slightly to face Robin, she wanted to calm him as much as she could but she doubted much more could be said to ease him.

Though his exterior was cool and composed, Robin’s thoughts were in complete disarray, scrambling with disbelief. The situation, from beginning to end, was undeniably uncanny. Waking on his back in a foreign land, being found by a stranger with clear battle prowess, discovering the individual in question was royalty, but sought not to be referred by title...they were all events that directly reflected the tactician’s earliest memories in Ylisse. The only deviation to this strange reliving of events was he had retained his memories of Ylisse, for which he was grateful. Robin couldn’t fathom falling victim to amnesia once again; having suffered through it once was enough. I guess if I did have amnesia again, I wouldn’t remembered ever having amnesia, so it would likely feel the same. The tactician corrected himself.

“Edelgard it is, then,” Robin acknowledged with a nod, “I appreciate your kindness, but understand, I can’t help but to be suspicious. Just as much as I am a stranger to you, you are a stranger to me. One with a great deal of political power as a princess. It’s hard to fathom much benefit from making a teacher out of some bum you found in the woods.” He admitted, his words flowing from his mouth as smooth as water, but carefully selected. The tactician was intelligent, but more importantly clever, and would navigate the situation with caution. He was not ready to drop his guard around the princess. If you do have an ulterior motive, I’ll figure that out for myself. Robin decided, straightening. 

“I’ll join you to the castle.” He stated, joining her stride, maintaining a step or so behind her pace. As they approached what he assumed to be civilian, Robin lifted his head, studying the high walls of the Empire that stretched skyward. As expected, it’s well-guarded. Those walls would make it difficult to escape I need to. He mused, his chocolate eyes observing every nook and cranny attentively. Squinting, his gaze fell to the guards in the distance, patrolling from look-outs as well as on the streets. In minutes, he was constructing a back-up plan should he need to flee, with many alternatives should the odds fall out of his favor. There are many civilian homes as well. Many places I could hide.

“Of course, lead the way.”