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okay so i’m not 100% done setting up yet, but i gotta jet for a bit. ta-daaaaaa~ here’s the new blog! i’m officially back! …mostly. still got a few things to iron out.
buuuut it can wait a bit. in the meantime, mind giving me a hand by liking or reblogging this post so i can find everyone again? ♥
ta-daaaaaa! new blog is up!
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yeah, i think i’m gonna remake this blog. i’ll archive it and post a link once the new one’s ready to go!!
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gosh, its... been a while, hasn’t it?
i’m really sorry about up and vanishing just like that! i got hit with a really massive bout of depression and it sapped literally every ounce of energy i had
i still don’t think i’ve gotten through the worst of it, but somehow i feel like picking this blog and irene’s back up might help a lot-- channel the bad feelings into writing, you know?
that said it’s been such a long time... i think i might archive this blog and start fresh? same url, new start?? if that makes any sense... either that or clean this blog out entirely... but that takes effort. yet somehow starting over entirely doesn’t. uh huh sure chii.
probably gonna drop sharena though, i just wasn’t feeling her in the end...
( no never mind, i’ll try to be here on one of my days off. i just can’t do it.
( tfw your thread tracker’s out of date again and you’re trying to find newer things you owe to get through first
( insert generic excuse about activity wanes here.
i’m really sorry though? i know i have stuff i really need to get to, and i’ve been meaning to, but idk i’ve just been so exhausted lately... i came home from work yesterday morning and fell asleep, only woke up for like... an hour, then passed out again until maybe 2-3 hours ago? i still feel like i’m going to go back to sleep at any time now. hhhrrrrn.
and i can hardly focus on anything either rip me...
they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace
unfinished poems iii // s.z (via boreahs)
Brady:
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“Y’know, Robin, you should be more careful runnin’ ‘round out in battle. Injuries like this’ll git you in trouble.”
Brady knew he was basically talking to a brick wall with this, knowing that Robin was one to put himself in front of anyone about to take a blow. It was something that he’d accepted long ago, but still tried to talk to him into watching out for himself every time.
“Yer lucky it ain’t too bad, but any deeper n’ you’d be down n’ outta battle for quite awhile. Try n’ be more careful for all us folk lookin’ up to ya, a’ight?”
❝ I know, I know... ❞
A soft sigh escapes the tactician’s lips; These lectures were starting to become habit, weren’t they? At least, they were when Brady was the one tending to him after battle. He’s appreciative that the priest cares enough to do so, though he feels a little guilty that he just can’t heed that advice. He cares far too much about the Shepherds to let them go unprotected; They’re not just Robin’s friends, but a family-- And family protects one another, doesn’t it?
He glances down at his arm, bare and already scarred from an incident two years prior; To get a proper look at the wound the tactician had had to shed not only his cloak, but his bolero as well. Already, thanks to Brady’s skill with a staff, the worst of the injury has receded. All that remains are angry red lines; Magical injuries have a tendency to leave their mark, and his arm had been torn open by wind.
❝ But I can’t just stand there and let others get hurt if there’s something I can do... If I hadn’t gotten in the way, it’d be Cynthia you were treating now-- And fliers are especially vulnerable to wind magic. She’d be far worse off than I, wouldn’t you say? I’ll be more careful, certainly, but I won’t have any of you getting hurt. Not if I can help it. I’m... Sorry to trouble you so. I know you’re busy, and healing’s a difficult art. ❞
He just can’t put that book down! Thanks, Inigo.
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"Reflet? Ah - " Robin pokes her head in with an awkward tilt and a small wooden carrier filled with tiny bottles and a brand new quill. "One thing I always found useful that I haven't seen lying around here, is different pigments of ink for notes and maps! So -- I made you some. Happy Birthday!"
❝ Come in! ❞
There’s always a place for Robin in her twin’s study, especially given the circumstances surrounding her appearance in the first place– It’s a chance they have to talk freely of what’s to come and what has been; To compare notes and speculate on the differences in the two worlds without alarming the other Shepherds, and plan for the future. Reflet’s found he quite likes the other tactician’s company– Truly, it’s like having a sister, and that in itself makes the enigma that is their past just a little less daunting… And less lonely, for that matter.
… He wasn’t expecting a gift, though. Brown eyes light up at the sight of the carrier, even more so at the explanation of what it contains. Different coloured inks really do sound useful– Why hasn’t Reflet thought of that before? Already he has half a mind to go through and rewrite several of his notes, colour coded for convenience. … Or at least to get to work so he has an excuse to start with new ones. But alas, he’d promised he’d take the day off because of his birthday. Such a lovely gift would have to wait until tomorrow to see use.
❝ Wow, you didn’t have to go to such trouble on my account… But thank you so much! I… Don’t recall if we’ve ever discussed your birthday, so on the off chance we shared one I thought it’d be a good idea to have a gift prepared myself– ❞ He rises, marking the page of his book and setting it aside. Swift strides across the study see him at his desk, opening a drawer to retrieve a couple of packages. Two are larger, evidently books-- One of which is a novel he thinks Robin might find interesting, rather than non-fiction. Reflet’s learned the importance of clearing your mind with a good story, and hopes that if Robin hasn’t already, she will soon.
❝ So here– I know I said you could take whatever you like from my study to read, but I figured it might feel more comforting to have books you own– And these… ❞ Reflet holds up the last -- smallest -- box, a sheepish smile gracing his lips. Inside would be a pair of violet hair ribbons. ❝ Honestly, I just saw them while I was at market and thought they might suit you– They’re certainly pretty enough! B-but I’m sure you could find use for them as bookmarks if they’re not to your taste… ❞
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❝ There’s still some birthday cake left, Vaike-- You’re welcome to a slice if you’d like! ❞
Lucina and Morgan wishing their papa a happy birthday!
Guess who. Chrom's hands gently press into his husband's shoulders and just out of complete NOWHERE, he plants his lips upon Robin's. The explanation comes only after that brief contact, with a smile on the Exalt's face. ❝Happy birthday, my love.❞
The prince consort is curled up in his study with the book Inigo gifted him, a soft grin lighting up his features as he takes in the text; It’s a real page turner so far! He’s enjoying the protagonist’s character quite a bit; He reminds him oh-so-much of his husband… Perhaps that’s how Inigo had known Robin would enjoy the novel? He’ll definitely have to mention it to him when he sees the mercenary next– And thank him once more. The books from Cordelia are unwrapped and in neat stacks on his desk, separated by subject. They’ll be opened on the morrow, when it’s back to work Robin goes.
The familiar footsteps do, at least, get his attention and brown eyes lift from the page to settle on Chrom, a smile growing at the sight of his other half. Free at last, was he? Robin might have gotten the day off, but unfortunately the same could not be said for the Exalt of Ylisse– Someone still has to run the halidom, after all!
❝ Chrom! You’ve got to see the book Inigo gave me; It’s– ❞
He’s quieted by the Exalt’s hands upon his shoulders and how close their faces suddenly are– Only for Chrom to close the distance in an instant. His eyes flutter shut as he melts into that kiss and returns it; To say he hadn’t been expecting it would be an understatement, but he’s certainly not complaining! (…And may or may not be hoping there’s more where that came from later.)
When Chrom pulls away, he’ll be treated to the sight of his husband’s face painted a lovely red and a returned smile so brilliant it’s practically glowing. Robin laughs softly, adoration lacing his voice when he next speaks. ❝ Thank you, darling… You’ve just made a wonderful day absolutely perfect. ❞
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