Descendent of the Radiant Hero

Independent Priam blog Fire Emblem : Awakening

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  "Never seen y' around here before." The hero's glance was hard, but not intentionally malicious.

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[✥]- [   For a second it seemed as if he wasn’t going to be given the chance to length’n the rocky relationship that was starting to form between them both. The larger, taller, azure hair male turning to walk away.         Then he stopped, which had taken the dark mage by a mild surprise. Raven companion caw’d mildly over the fact it was being overcast in shadow by the taller man. Head peering up to meet the look with his face forever marked with a smile, then it widen when the apparent friendship he’d insinuated upon was given a second thought now. 

     ”                     Ah? You want to attempt in being friends then?    Tee- hee! I don’t know! I don’t really got much close friends. How well do others get to know one another, to know one another? ”                                                           ]

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Priam furrowed his brows at the mage's enthusiasm, thoughts passing in his eyes. What would someone like him possibly know about this? He would assume trust would play a large part, but the concept was leagues between he and Henry.

  "Well," He attempted. "I would guess you... talk... with one another. For starters. Preform activities in a unit instead of an individual— Ah hell, I have no idea."

He shifted his weight between his lengthy legs, still unnerved by the stare of the bird and it's master.

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[✥]- [  He loved the sight of blood, shedding it was something that just came ‘oh, so, naturally to him,’ it made his blood feel warmer inside and the red staining the ground just gave him a strange fulfillment.

     ”Ahhh     ..That won’t do. If I don’t get to know each and everyone one of you in the camp, I may accidentally let loose a curse that may hit you and those I am unfamiliar with.  But if you want to stay away from one another for the rest of the war…  I guess the only thing to do is end the war quickly, but why waste such a good war~”

                    He loved to see this war play out for long as possible.     One of the black creatures flew down from above, landing on Henry’s shoulder, revealing itself and continuing on to stare toward the taller male. 

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Priam had already been in process of turning away, but froze on the spot when Henry finished speaking. A strange look warped itself over the warrior's face. Was this to be his fate? 

  "..." 

He turned back around to peer down at the silver haired boy, face to face with the crow that had decided to perch on his shoulder as well. He knew that in war, you had to look over your differences and fight for a common cause. Discord among the troops would not lead the Shepherds to victory...

"How well do we have to know each other...?"

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[✥]- [ He hummed lightly, close eye looking to the taller male’s, seemingly clueless to the nervousness he was exhibiting. 

     ” ?     They aren’t? Yet, we shed so much blood.. I do have a liking for blood but that’s a mental condition. As for the undead, we’re fighting against them, are you telling me you don’t find them at least intriguing? “

    His skills were pretty well off, that he was more than confident in his abilities to take down even the strongest of swordsman, along with the fact he also had a little helping hand flying all around him. Whom, which were currently perched above a branch,                    S T A R I N G.                                  straight,                                          at.                                               Priam.                                                                                           ]

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Was he— He was. He was completely serious. Priam enjoyed battle, nothing got his heart racing like the clash of steel, but he didn't particularly enjoy killing. Not other people. 

"Er— no."

He could feel another pair of eyes on him. Inhuman eyes. Why did this feel like de-ja-vu? He tried to brush it off. 

"Anyways I'm sure we can just stay away from each other for the rest of the war."

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[✥]- [   ”                                   I scare you? Nyah-ha-ha.        Why I’m not all that scary and look at you who’s far more taller then me~  Is it because I’m a dark mage, well then I am sorry that I’ve frighten you~"

     The apology may perhaps been genuine or not, it all depended on how the other male would take it, considering it was pretty hard to tell his sincerity with the smile always gracing his features.                                                                                                  ]

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His face stiffened at Henry's laugher. A laugh that sent a line of goose bumps up his spine. Something about this kid just—

"It ain't just 'cause you're a mage." He admitted, deciding to throw it out in the open. "You're just... Most people aren't that into blood. Or death. ...Or the undead. You are into it on a extremely unnatural level. Hasn't anyone ever told ya that?"

If it came down to it, he could probably take him down in a fight, but Henry was his ally. Maybe that was the creepiest part.

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[✥]- [   " I need to draw blood somehow to make sure you can suffer like you were saying. ~ ” Oh, how he said that all but too casually, like it was meant to happen. ]

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"We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot— Look guy, in all honesty, you scare the shit out of me. Y' want an apology or somethin'?" 

Perhaps honesty would fair better than threats.

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ienjoykilling replied to your post:Tosses a dead hand at.

Nope. It’s real and still fresh.

'... Where did he even get that?!'

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Parent+Child Barracks Conversation - Priam and Morgan

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Tosses a dead hand at.

"… … … … It’s fake— right? Surely…"

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The hour was early yet when the warrior stepped from his tent into the morning chill. The camp was stirring even so, a pair of guards circling the perimeter while a few others fed the fires. The ground crunched beneath his feet as he came free of the tents, moving towards the outskirts of the forest to the east. They were running low on meat, Priam had a mind to fix that.

He rolled his head upon broad shoulders, stretching his neck and stifling a yawn. It was only a few minutes into the trees that he heard a faint sound. He paused. He could hear a blade cutting at the wind, the strikes sure and swift, coming in rapid succession. He made to follow the sound, coming upon a clearing with a vaguely familiar man at it's center. Apparently he wasn't the only one up early for his own interest.

A dark crop of short hair, sword, fur accents— for the life of him he couldn't think of the guy's name. Had he ever heard it to begin with? He wasn't sure. He recognized him from the Shepherds at any case.

The other man had clearly noticed his approach, it would be rather hard not to, he had gone through no effort to mask his presence, and as a man of his stature he wouldn't usually bother to in the first place. His stormy eyes held the other for a minute, hand peaceful upon the hilt of his sword.

"You have good form." He said gruffly.

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[✥]- [    ” Ahh~ It’s not nice to ignore people’s words~ ”  ]

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  "And you holding that little dagger 'a yours and casually mentioning needing my blood is?" He could've laughed if he wasn't so unnerved. 

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¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Robin was a faithful and thorough listener at the best of times. His tent was a retreat; a place of slumber and study instead of distraction. There was nothing to inhibit him from analyzing the words he was offered. The meaning in them obvious to a well practiced mind.

Not only did he presume Priam was lost he also theorized that the man was discretely in need of direction. The pointed use of the word ‘strategy’ could be nothing other than a reference to himself: a tactician. To point out that Priam was asking for help would have added to the awkwardness of the situation. No doubt the swordsman was embarrassed enough after his initial blunder. In order to salvage their rapport Robin surmised he would have to be the one to bend.

"I have a checklist here in my tent which I’d just come to fetch. Its my duty to confirm their placement, although I’m wary of attempting the task on my own. Sometimes the troops are restless after a full day of marching and I’ve no time to be caught up in their merrymaking."

A polite way of describing the drunken antics of a few philanderers. 

"If you’ve the time I’d appreciate your company. Surely no one will bother me if I’m walking with you, Priam… and I could finish my route by your tent, so it won’t be a complete waste of your time."

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For a moment Priam was grasping at straws before the intent of Robin's words dawned on him, the taller man's lips drawing back in brief surprise. He found himself nodding dumbly, a hand wandering up to rub the back of his head. It wasn't every day someone would opt for his company— not like this anyway.

  "Uh, 'course." He said. "Glad to help ya."

Emerging from the tent, the chill of impending rain bit at his face, the stars glimmering hopefully through patches of cloud cover. The weather was taking a quick turn for the worst, slowing their movement, it seemed tonight would herald the storm. Priam sniffed at the air, already the dirt was damp, and icy winds carried the scent of fir trees through the encampment, rustling the tents as it brushed past them.

He turned back to make sure the tactician was beside him, then averted his eyes, hands falling to rest at Ragnell's hilt. Many soldiers still scurried back and fourth, carrying supplies or weapons, most rather receptive to the silver haired boy at his side. Moral was high thanks to the tireless works of his battle planning, carrying Chrom and The Shepherds swiftly through every battle at their head.

  "..."

He could see plain the "merrymaking" that Robin had spoke of, alcohol made loud of men, not that it particularly bothered him. A large art of his life was surrounded by the occasional sell-sword and mercenary, the workings of wine were familiar to even him. He glanced over the tactician's head, easy for a man of his stature, curious now at the content he held in his hands. 

  "Did ya want any help with that list of yours?" He finally offered.

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[✥]- [                          " Nyah-ha-ha~ Now don’t go away.                    All that is needed to start the process is a prick of blood~ ”         ]

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"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part."

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[✥]- [      ” Now that’s not very nice. If you want to suffer though, I know a nice curse that will literally make you feel like you’re burning from the inside out, until it becomes unbearable. ”                                                                                                      ]

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Shit shit shit—   Edges away from awkwardly.

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'It seems the Goddess favours my suffering today...'

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¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Robin set his shoulders back while he smiled. Only traces of unease held to the edges of his features. He paid such lingering feeling no mind, simply steeping aside. Glad to have found some relief from their consistent tension.

"There’s nothing to forgive. You’re not the first to lose their way and I’m sure you won’t be the last…"

His thin lips drew a tight line in a moment of contemplation. Then, smiling, he arched a brow and offered reassurance. Priam seemed in need of a kind word; tactician or not Robin knew an uncomfortable man when he saw one.

"At least nothing came of this? I’ve walked into a situation before, as well as being walked in on."

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Priam paused, caught in limbo between his exit and the beaming smile of his companion. The grace of social situations was most often lost on him. Still, he could grasp that Robin was attempting to smooth away his discomfort. They had not yet spoken much in truth, but word around the camp was often heavy with praise on the efforts of the young tactician.

The rough grimace eased off his face as he stared at the other in response, perhaps letting the silence dwindle a bit too long before averting his eyes again. He could always find a word for an adversary, or in challenge, but now? His vocabulary seemed to take wing from his subconscious.

"...Is that so?" 

Though posed in question, it hung lack-lustor about him, not expectant of an answer. He still hadn't the slightest inkling of where his proper tent was, he would probably end up walking in on Prince Chrom by the end of the night. 

"I guess there wouldn't be some... strategy to how these things are set up?" 

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¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ Robin was by no means a short man. He stood level with Chrom and yet Priam still managed to tower over him. A broad an imposing figure who rightly cast fear into many opponents. In that particular moment the tactician privately admitted to feeling hot under the collar. Accusation had been thrust upon him as firmly as any sword may have been.

There was just one problem, one fault in the logic, that he would have to draw upon as a shield. 

"No, I— This is my tent.”

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The finality of the strategist's words rang true enough, the hero's usually impassive features slipping into a form of vague aggravation coupled with confusion. His pale grey eyes shifted uneasily about the place as if to confirm it.

"—Ah." He clears his throat. "I understand."

The numerous tomes might have given it away, had he paid enough mind to them. Damn this encampment and it's shifting of tents, every moon it was a different place. Averting his eyes to his feet, the warrior stood stationary a moment before taking a step towards the other man, meaning to ease around him to make his exit, though his armour did not always make such a smooth transition.

"Pardon me, then." Came his gruff, blunt apology.