Impressionism

·Indie Robin from FE:A· ❝I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.❞ -- Franz Kafka

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     As of lately, the timid dancer had noticed that the Dark mage and the beloved Tactician has been.. Avoiding each other. The tension whenever the two of them was in the same room did not go unnoticed- and this affected Olivia slightly. She felt nervous, she felt as if something bad was going to happen. 

She paced back and forth in the barracks room, her head raised up and looking at the ceiling as she was pondering on the recent events. What could possibly have happened between the two of them that they couldn’t even stand being near each other?..

     Her walking went to a stop, the door slowly creaked open and in came Robin. Olivia smiled warmly, but she couldn’t tell if it was recieved or not. The hood that Robin had pulled over himself for so long now seemed like a shield from the world’s troubles.

– “Um.. Robin! Hello?.. Is.. Everything alright?”

         Way to be subtle with asking.

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— To be quite honest Robin did go to seek sanctuary from the dancer, they weren’t close but Robin found himself really searching for someone to speak to on this matter. Lissa would probably tell Chrom, Chrom would confront Henry, Frederick wouldn’t be of much help in this matter, Panne wouldn’t really understand, Ricken was far too young to understand, Nowi is in the same boat. So here he was. Desperately searching for sanctuary and found himself seeking out the dancer.

  The smile she gave him was well appreciated, he needed something like this. Something genuine with nothing behind it, no secrets hidden no memories being held over him like a knife with a rope on the end. He was safe here, he was safe here from all the troubles the outside world was tackling him with.

  If he was being honest with himself he wasn’t expecting the question to pop up, has he really been that obvious about it? Have they really been obvious about it? Probably have, seeing as they couldn’t even be in the same room together without awkwardly throwing excuses to get away.

❝ Oh hello Olivia, lovely day outside... oh? I’m fine, no need to worry. ❞

  How can he just keep lying with such ease?

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“Oh, sure! I’d hate if you lost sight of me too. Especially since I’ve been noticed for tea for the first time..”

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— ❝ So Kellam if I may ask how have your days been? I hope you’ve been doing well, you are a very important member to the shepherds as both a comrade and friend. ❞

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     Henry glared, his eyes squinting at the Tactician and his lips. The lies that spewed out from him left a bitter taste in his mouth, perhaps iron with the hint of a thick texture of blood. Henry bit his tongue, drawing the slightest blood and enough for it to sting- and hurt.

The Dark mage raised his hands, the fingertips brushing Robin’s collarbone and down to the chin. He gripped onto it, forcing Robin to continue bestowing upon Henry, their eyes locked. This wasn’t comforting, this wasn’t right, but at the same time- Henry felt a relishing feeling from making the poor Tactician run in circles.

“If a tactician lies to one of his comrades, what does that make him? 

Henry began, his words stinging and making sure to stick onto Robin. The cold touch of Henry’s hands still on Robin’s warm self. He looked like a deer in the headlights, a scared animal trying to understand what’s going on and read the situation.

“It makes him a liar, a traitor. A tactician does not lie, Robin.. He lives to serve the leader- Chrom, perhaps? Nyaha!”

Henry’s smile dissolved, a thin line plastered onto his pale lips. Robin seemed so soft, so docile under his hands. The empowering feeling of being the dominant in such a situation seem to be getting to his head. He enjoyed seeing Robin like this, and he wanted to see more- he wanted to see what was actually underneath that exterior and more, more, more.

So Henry moved his hand away from his chin to pull down the hood that concealed the most of the Tacticians head. The bags under Robin’s eyes looked almost delicious, like two rings deepend into his skin. He looked sick, tired and exhausted- and Henry could easily figure out the reason why. 

    The words that was thrown at each other’s faces on the day in the library repeated in his head. Robin leaving, Robin leaving, Robin leaving- and Robin crying. The tears trinkled down the Tacticians cheeks so beautiful, so gracefully. Oh, Henry has never seen such tears fall so lovely and so satisfying before. Henry leaned down, his face inching closer to Robin, the smell of him growing stronger with every heavy breath Robin took. 

“Cat’s got your tongue? You’re not saying anything.”

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— The tiniest gasp escaped the tactician’s mouth as he felt the cold contact of the other man, his eyes widened slightly and his porcelain features spelling out the words going through his mind. Ranging from fear, confusion, guilt, desperation, chaos and of course a few others that quickly disappear  before they’re able to be read. Robin was by no means naive, he knew very well where Henry’s anger rooted from. It wasn’t a very hard thing to figure out, the incident at the library was the obvious answer. Why would anything else possibly anger the dark mage so much?

  Yes, a tactician who lies to his army is a traitor... the words were true but didn’t stop the stabbing feeling that Robin felt in his heart. It’s true he was lying to an important member of the army, what would the Shepherds do without Henry? But there was more to this than just lying to a soldier, to a fellow shepherd. No there was a deeper link to all of this. A link that is attached to a chain wrapped around his heart and being viciously pulled at for the perpetrators own amusement and satisfaction.

  Then again he did deserve this didn’t he? Robin was a coward, a bird who opened his wings and flew away from the slightest sign of the unknown. The boy wasn’t ready to see the state Henry was in, no he wasn’t emotionally prepared at all, from the tears that dripped down and the begging for the truth. Robin lost himself. He lost his entire being back there and now he’s paying the price for it here.

  How close they were now, it would only take so little for the space between them to close. How little it would take to cause everything to collapse and shatter. How little it would take for him to run away like he did before, to spread his cowardly wings and fly away. Never to be seen to face this problem again. To be quite honest he was contemplating it.

  ❝ Henry...I.... ❞

  Robin couldn’t get himself to move, he couldn’t get himself to say anything, in fact he found himself unable to break away from his locked gaze with the silver haired man. From the familiar smell to the familiar but cold air, it was all there and it scared Robin. It scared him that he didn’t know what was causing this and that this was something he can’t run away from no matter how hard he tries to.

  So just a little bit, Robin moved forward. Just a little bit. Not closing the space between them, no, instead he got a little closer. A little closer to the one that gave him his wings.

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oh man i REALLY haven’t been active on here! Please forgive me for that I’ve been rather busy but I promise that tomorrow night I’ll boost my activity up!

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“..Oh, sure! I do love tea. I don’t think anyone in the world can make a tea like Maribelles tea, so, to be honest, I don’t really mind how it tastes if you atleast actually asked me to have it with you..”

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— ❝ Alright then let’s head on to the mess tent, and uh stay in front of me if you don’t mind. I’d hate to lose sight of you. ❞

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“Missing cups, you say? A mystery as those from the novels themselves! How fascinating…! What theories have you devised in regard to the cups’ disappearance?” 

She leaned in even closer, a wide smile on her face and eyes bright with excitement. “Allow me to be of assistance in solving this conundrum!” She immediately turns on her heel to the direction of the mess tent. “Come, you shall be as the John Watson to my Sherlock Holmes–we shall unravel this enigma together!” And she seizes Robin’s hand and drags him along towards the mess tent.

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— ❝ Honestly it’s not that big of a deal I mean I’m sure it’s just-- Whoooaa!! ❞

  Before Robin could even complete his sentence... Sorry, before John Watson could complete his sentence his own Sherlock Holmes was dragging him towards the mess tent. To be quite fair Robin didn’t know why Miriel was so excited, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. These missing cups were probably Kellam’s cups and he just forgot to find Kellam to bring them back, oh well. Too late to explain that.

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eruditionism liked for a starter!

  It was rare that Robin was assigned the role of sentry among her various other duties, but with her inability to properly rest, she had offered herself for the position to give some of the other Shepherds a break. For the most part, it was frankly boring - but a familiar flash of white hair and Plegian robes caught her attention. For a moment, she was hopeful that it was just a passerby, but from the looks of him, that was not the case. Chrom would want her to confront him passively rather than aggressively, regardless, so she approached cautiously, a hand on the hilt of the blade at her side.

  “You’re trespassing,” she warned bluntly, skeptical despite his familiar appearance. “This is the Shepherds’ campsite. You aren’t an enemy, are you?”

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— Well here was something the boy wasn’t expecting, he wandered around for a few hours to keep his mind off some brooding things and he found himself here... with some girl that seemed to look a ridiculous amount like him. Now how does one react to this sort of situation? Robin didn’t know but there was a first time for everything. So let’s collect the facts;

⊙ This girl looks a lot like him, even the clothing seems to match. ⊙ This girl was part of the shepherds.

  What a curious situation.

❝ Oh forgive me for trespassing, I wasn’t aware that there was a campsite here. I assure you I am of no threat, my name is Robin and I’m a tactician. ❞

  Why didn’t he mention that he also happened to be a tactician for the shepherds? Well, he’s trying to keep things simple. Even just revealing his name and occupation might result in a bad move.

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“You have been working so hard for us, Robin, and surely without you we would not have come this far. I am pleased to be working with you.”

     With a moment of silence falling between the pair, Maribelle took the chance to take a sip of her own drink once more, letting the warmth of the tea settle in her stomach before she spoke again.

“I can only hope you are not staying up too late reading your books. I’m not sure how the group will do if we have a sleep deprived tactician.”

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— ❝ You flatter me Maribelle, but I’m just honoured to be working with everyone here. Without all of you how would the shepherds even be? I have to thank you all for your efforts. ❞

  Nodding to himself he stared at the cup, the words he spoke were true but perhaps what he really meant wasn’t behind them. Not a day passes by where Robin doesn’t think about how lucky he was, how lucky he was that these people trusted him. Found in an empty meadow with no memories, potentially a plegian spy, that didn’t seem to matter to them. They trusted him with their lives and Robin vowed that he’d get everyone out alive through every battle, no matter what.

❝ Haha no worries Maribelle, I’ll be fine. A few late hours is part of my daily schedule, I have to be two steps ahead and to sacrifice a few hours isn’t a big price to pay. ❞

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                                  » Robin ?? «

          P E E K I N G through the curtains of the tent openings, cautiously, he approached the inside. Eyes scanned the interior was utter delight, very impressed with how tidy Robin had kept his space. Actually, this was the first time Chrom had seen such a nice surroundings. He recalled maps all over, scattered as if work had troublesome times. A  B A T T L E with Robin and maps –. Humerous.

                              » If you are here, I would like to ask a favor . «

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— Robin perked up and let out a small smile, Chrom was always a welcoming sight to the plegian tactician. It was only a few minutes ago that the boy finished tidying up the place, after Cordelia walked in on the mess she gave him a good serving of the treatment she gives to Gaius. He felt like he was being lectured by a mother. Either way, what she told him made sense and he decided that maybe cleaning the place up wasn’t such a bad idea. So here we are, tidy place and a tired Robin.

❝ I’m right here Chrom and what is it that you need? ❞

  Anything for him, because in the end Robin owed Chrom everything.

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FORGIVE ME FOR THE INACTIVITY!! I have replies to reply to but if you’d like to thread!! Like this post I suppose!! (Also mssg me for longer threads like multi paragraph stuff)

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“Ah, Robin. I was just ambling by, but I observed your behavior and wished to inquire.”

“I noticed you rummaging through the provisions in the mess tent. However, it is a good few hours shy of our usually scheduled partaking of said provisions. I wonder if you’re attempting to create some sort of private cuisine for yourself?”

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— ❝ Ah you saw that? It’s nothing really, I’ve been investigating a case of missing cups and multiple complaints and Frederick being busy and all made me take up the job. No worries, I’m not trying to hog anything for myself. ❞

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Henry let out a forced laughter, a laughter that just went passed through- nothing memorable about it, nothing genuine, nothing.. That was true. Henry sneered at the Tactician, his eyes judgemental, and his body movements like a snake ready to bite and plant it’s hideous poison.

Henry shook his head, nodded at the mess Robin made and shrugged his shoulders- kneeling down to gather the books. Henry took a nice look at each one of them, stacking them on a neat tower of thick, old books. The Plegian male picked them up, stood up and held them out for the other.

“Don’t lie to me, Robin. We’ve been friends for so long after all. I can read you like an open book. Nya ha ha! No pun intended.”

He began, his words sharp and clear. He made sure to put emphasis on the word friends, as if it was made to sting the poor unfortunate Robin. To see the poor boy struggle with words, and his eyes peering for a desperate escape plan was almost enjoyable to watch.

The dominance that Henry could feel itching in his fingers made him curious, but also irritated by the lack of wanted response from Robin. Henry inched closer, the scent of Robin making him almost excited to be around him again. The fragrance of home, the familiar and intimate warmth surrounding the male’s body. This was truly Heaven. 

Under Henry’s eyes was quite the bags, too. It seems that Henry didn’t sleep well, which was true. The mage kept turning and twisting, walking and drinking water and then to the more extreme beverages he could find. He had considered hexing himself, but even the strongest hex or cure could not calm his anxious and fragile heart. 

“We haven’t talked for a while. I get lonely too, you know.”

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— The fear that rose up within his body, mixed in with other emotions it was almost intoxicating. A feeling that hurt so much but the aftertaste was delicious, pleasurable. Was he really that desperate to clutch onto straws to make this situation any better? Probably. What made him so desperate to grab onto this man’s sweater and just not let go, why was the way he smelled so addicting and sweet.

  Disgusting, Robin felt so disgusted with himself. Maybe this lack of sleep was finally start to get to him, honestly it would make a lot of sense. The tactician’s thoughts wouldn’t stop drifting towards the dark mage no matter how he tried to avoid them, as they persisted they changed and morphed. Disgusting, truly disgusting of Robin... just the way those piano fingers seemed to look perfect for the mage and how he just couldn’t help but long for them.

  Robin shook away the thoughts, no he wasn’t going to drift that way. Not now, now wasn’t the time for that. So here he was staring at those books that the 6′0″ man held in front of him, the short boy reached out for them and slowly grabbed them back. The words that were spoken to him sounded so hollow that they just floated into the air, no meaning, no reason, unnecessary.

  Looking up at Henry, he found himself locking eyes with him. Trying to read behind the sneer, the anger, the resentment that the mage held for him. Robin just wanted to see it all, he wanted to see the truth, the lies, the sins, the flaws. Everything. Robin wanted to take everything in and never let it go because he’s too selfish to let someone like him go. The tactician found himself unable to bear the idea of losing him, as though he was the only one he needed. Within such a state, can you really trust those thoughts?

❝ Sorry about that... I’ve been rather busy with the army, haha. ❞

  Lies lies lies, how could he just lie with a straight face to him. Was he any better than anyone? Why was he so heavily focused on the fact he’s lying? Robin didn’t know and he didn’t care, the emotions were too much to carry and he couldn’t stand on carrying them alone. Why should he? They weren’t caused by him.

  He was intoxicated.

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✎ lets go one two roBIN TWO LEFT FEET LETS GO GAGA

a troubled heart

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    –“Don’t– Don’t look at me. I’m a joke so just.. Go.”

      Indeed, Henry has grown accustomed to avoid the Tactician after their incident in the library tent. The way the white haired boy would run off in panic, a heavy apology breathed under pressure, and the distant feeling of home leaving Henry’s body. 

There was a lot of things Robin could have done, and could not have done- leaving was one of those things he shouldn’t have done, and after Henry could hear the footsteps fading and landing on soft grass, he couldn’t help but shed more tears, more silent groaning and moaning under his rapid and hoarse breath. 

      Perhaps it was quite obvious that the Dark mage was not feeling particularly close to the Tactician, as Henry was even closer to talk to Olivia- or maybe even the Dancer’s son than Robin. Even at the battlefield, he would so recklessly disobey the rules even the slightest- bend on them to his liking and spending more time kicking a bandit or risen around, just for the pleasure of it.

But the thought was gnawing at him. The tactician did the same. When they all gathered to eat, Robin would avoid looking or sitting close to Henry. He would try to melt into the environment of other people other than Henry, a man that has seen Robin in many states of emotions when they were younger.

     And there he was, carrying a few books and scrolls. He was presumably going to head over to his own little tent and begin to pull up more strategies from his sorry stressful mind. Henry swallowed, his eyebrows furrowing and his fists clenching in frustration. The dark mage cracked a smile, a hard smile and advanced further- up to the Tactician. 

“Do you need help with that?… Robin.”

Henry asked, his tone flat and tense, as if it seemed that Henry would pounce on the poor male at any moment- or maybe even wrap his piano fingers around the Tacticians neck. The thought was tempting, actually. 

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— Ever since that incident, Robin didn’t even dare face Henry. In fact he didn’t even dare be around the man. He was so scared, so so scared. No matter what he did he felt his anxiety build up, he felt his heart skip a beat and the feeling of dread sinking in on him. The tactician knew he messed up, he really did but he also didn’t know how to make up for it. Honestly, how do you make up for something like that? He was so selfish, Robin was aware of that and yet he couldn’t do anything to fix the situation.

  Of course, he noticed everything that’s been happening. Henry’s change in demeanour, the way he acted even more violent and aggressive. Robin didn’t even need to guess what was causing it, or well in this case, who was causing it. The whispers that passed around camp were unavoidable, people were concerned and rather frightened with the mage’s new demeanour. In fact Robin was one of them.

  Avoiding him was the only option he had, keeping the hood up and presence level low, Robin tried his best to seem like he wasn’t there. Sadly it didn’t work out all that well, he frightened a couple of people and almost got hit by another. Still, he just wasn’t ready to confront the mage. So while he figured out a plan, this little situation would have to continue.

  Checking behind him he made sure no one was following him, there was honestly no need as everyone seemed to be out somewhere. Still, better be safe than sorry. So with books in hand the tactician sneaked off towards his tent, hoping that nothing is gonna bother him or cause anymore unnecessary distress. The boy’s had enough of that as of late, he really needed some peace and quiet.

  With the sound of a certain someone’s voice, all the books and scrolls fell from his arms, straight down towards the ground. Turning around and facing the older male Robin felt his heart begin to race, oh man this might not end so well.

❝ O-Oh hello Henry, and no no it’s fine everything is fine. ❞

  Liar.

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✎ only if u want!!

i tried to do a confession thing??? i dont know jumps off a bridge

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✎ draw henry doing a backflip

how about more than just a backfLip. Suplex Time. 

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Who do you ship Robin with?

death.NO IM JOKING. UH. honestly he’s demiromantic homosexual if we’re talking romantic stuff then it’s a toughy to get him but sexually maybe? idki dont wanna list ppl thats EMBARRASSING but in my mainverse i already have plans but outside that verse. well.