Memories Linger Here

Fire Emblem : Robin Penned by Chameleon

[recollectician]

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“Kamui, I hope you know that the day’s a blessing when you fight alongside us- and save us from avoidable accidents. In fact- if you wouldn’t have taken me out of the kitchen that day, I don’t know what would have happened... which is embarrassing, since as good as I am at predicting- i’m not so good at managing a unique and complex meal.” 

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♥ (morgan)

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“My beloved child... how can I not go on without complimenting you at least once a day?” He’s standing in front of a mirror, helping Morgan by finishing brushing out a specific knot in her hair that she couldn’t reach. He wasn’t exactly the type of person to come to for this kind of thing- but if it means that he can bond with his daughter while doing this... then he would. 

“You have become stronger since the day we found you... i’m proud of you, Morgan. I wouldn’t ask for such a wonderful daughter.” 

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♥ ( you know who )

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One wouldn’t think that he would have anything complimentary to say to his other self, but in fact Robin did. He wasn’t sure if, out of all the morbid prayers and sacrifices that were made unto Grimle, if there was ever a chance that there had been a decent person that has ever given Grimle an actual compliment. 

“Your strength is unmeasured, Grimle. It would take a miracle to even consider facing someone such as yourself as an opponent...” ...and yet, he still would if it meant to try to refrain this fell one from causing destruction. 

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♥ uncle dad...dad-uncle idek anymore :pensive:

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“You know, you remind me of your father in a way that makes training with you very familiar- but also in a refreshing kind of way! Your power is unspeakable, and I commend you for allowing me to experience it along side you, Lucina...” 

He’s very proud of her. His hand coming up to stroke her hair like a father would his very own daughter (but of course he knows, he isn’t her real dad. Her dad is a fantastic man). 

“I couldn’t have asked for anything more than the loyalty of your sword with my ideals. Thank you, Lucina, for believing in me.” 

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I forgot to share this but I PULLED THE DAUGHTER!!!! I didn’t pull the son... but Robin gets Morgan as company!

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xodayakana​:

⚜ ⑅  It could not be understood why Robin seemed so willing to try something so unusual.  But again, he was the tactician here.  Still, Luka showed slight discomfort to the suggestion.

❝ I don’t think I’d be a suitable choice for this.  Wouldn’t a dummy work better instead ? ❞

Luka seemed to be going along with this-! Perfect, yes! The hands of the tactician had clapped together before turning around, his smile turning upward when the suggestion was made to work with a dummy. 

“Well, if we are to work with a dummy, wouldn’t it be a different experience than working with an actual person? I could just let you climb on me if you’d like, Luka, and see how that fares?” 

[eiriini]

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“Your personality is very down-to-earth. If I am to be honest, I am not sure how. Both of our friend groups are rather diverse, but you hold your head on more than I am able to. I also admire that about you – your persistence. …Is that strange..?” Oh no. Quick! Think of something else! “I also adore your smile. It holds a certain softness. Like an understanding of a hyacinth.”

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lueurxtactique​:

✧ |  ❝ Oookay.  So you go around trying to climb other human beings and now you talk about their warmth.  Is this how you show what a needy little virgin you are ? ❞

“How about you let me do what I need to,  and you worry about your own plans and such? It must be harrowing to worry about me when you’re over there scoffing around!” 

[recollectician]

xodayakana​:

⚜ ⑅  What a strange tactician…  But he was indeed that — a tactician, so perhaps he had more going on than what this conversation had led Luka to believe.  His smile faltered only slightly, brows raised as if to express a little curiosity.  If one knew about strategies, it’d be Robin.  Luka himself was simply a soldier.

❝ …. I suppose it may prove to be useful. ❞

Yes, that’s what he assumed as well! Besides, if all came together in a nice quick little plan, then there’s surely nothing that Robin couldn’t do as a pre-planner of wars, right? 

“Excellent, then! Now, to practice this we’ll have to find someone tall enough that would be willing to help test this logic... unless you want to let me try this on you first?” Would this soldier let him test this great knowledge that is ‘climbing someone’? 

[recollectician]

“So... I know I have not been aware of what’s popular now a days, but holding hands is a thing now! So, I’d like to hold hands. To keep someone else’s warm.” 

[recollectician]

papilia​:

❝ 𝐑..𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍…?❞ Uncle lingers on her tongue. A fond phrase from halcyon days in the sunlight of Ylisstol. Instead she is not that girl anymore, and she doesn’t belong, she anticipated this, yet the man she loved like family had embraced her. It’s almost instinctual at this point to slightly flinch at close contact, and it isn’t lost on either of them despite the unsung apology at the reflex.

She is used to injury and death, not warmth and embraces of ages past, it feels, and for a moment she is no Princess nor King, but an aching, bleeding woman fit to burst from the agony of living, of being here, of carrying on a Kingdom so long as the survivors lived, the burden of a world on her shoulders….and its future all the same. 

She limply raises her arms hesitantly, feeling the pricking of tears. I want to laugh with you in Ylisstol again. I want to show you how adept I’ve become at maps, at strategy, I want to hide in your strange coat and show you my training with Father…with Mother!! 

….. But I can’t. This world and your peace is our singular duty..and salvation.

His eyes clear and unclouded with spite; there is no red tint, the sting of his blows even with her formidable prowess in battle searing and burning both limbs with the very tomes that so many times had protected her as a child. The sting of his blade clashing…the final outcome where holy blade met flesh. A memory she will never forget for the rest of a life destroyed, and built anew. 

She is not the regal King that would be sung of within the worlds, one day. Nor its brave Princess, she is not the impassioned leader, the wise ruler, the overprotective daughter to her parents, the over-serious woman who had awful fashion sense, broke training dummies and couldn’t take a joke. She is no legend in the making, no hero, no savior to a clueless mass among saviors that would set things right for all her human, human doubts and insecurities…her blatant shortcomings.

She is in this moment only a girl, a human, though more King than girl, she thinks shakily, as Lucina literally and emotionally lays down her weary arms, tired of holding up two worlds.

I’m tired, Robin, please…don’t change. Stay like this, don’t change. I’ll save you too…so..

❝ I didn’t want to make bonds again. ❞ Voice hollow; even as a tear stains his coat.  ❝ It would be easier…if I didn’t see him as my Father, nor you as one akin to one…much less family. But my heart wavered, and I became for a moment, that girl I used to be. So this…is more than I could have ever hoped for. Seeing you all ….well, you…you don’t understand what it means to me. To us, who lost you all so young….too young. If I had…no, it’s nothing.

For you to even think I matter, knowing that baby girl waits for kinder adventures more innocent than mine to embark upon with you when this is all over…❞ A choked voice, a pained voice.  ❝ And still look at me as ‘Lucina’. I….I wanted so much for you to!❞ She doesn’t want to let go, and with voice cracking..

 ❝ Robin…what you’ve said is more than enough. It will last me all my days. Can I ask you one selfishness?❞ 

To grow up and travel backwards from a bleak future that wrought nightmares and terrors. Robin may never understand just what kind of turmoil that Lucina had faced... he could barely comprehend what had happened on their own plane of existence- but he knew that what was happening now was more important than anything.

He could never tell what she was thinking, but from the sudden actions of her arms. The weight of which had lowered when he felt the subtle shake of her shoulders he would recognize as crying. He didn't need to see it to know, and yet he still held onto her. Eyes closed, arms gingerly keeping her with him as long as she is still able to be here with him.

It must be heavy... to know that Robin would keep her close. Despite everything. Despite how the end would alter the future, and what that would mean for THIS Lucina when that happens. 

She may cease to exist... but she is still HIS small one. Not his child, but all the more precious. Trusting her, even when she would seemingly be convinced to draw his blade up towards him- he would trust her wholeheartedly. 

Hands pressed upon the back of her shoulders, the tactician’s head turned slightly. Carefully keeping Lucina there, but desiring to see the small one that she is to him. To see the young girl that bled through those tears she had dropped onto the fabric of his cloak. 

“Lucina... of course I would still look at you as you. I wouldn’t treat you any less than that.” As skillful she is as a swordsman, she is still that little one that would want to hide behind his leg. Grown, but still young Lucina. 

“You may ask of me anything you would like, Lucina. I take no ill will nor burden from getting to know you and who you are- you in fact have made me proud, and Chrom as well. If my presence can give you closure, then I am more than happy to be here with you.” 

[recollectician]

lueurxtactique​:

✧ |  Robin… Robin…  Something familiar yet foreign to him — a name that hangs on the cliff of his faded memories, dangling with tease and knowing he doesn’t have all the pieces together yet.  But Gimlé likes it nonetheless, especially since it’s a different name than the one that belong to his possessed vessel — yes, he manages to remember some aspects of self.

       Somehow he can see the troubles in those honey brown eyes.  The lost sheep unintentionally taunting the wolf, setting off those predatory urges.  A man with face like his own and yet he wants to see the ruin of naivety and the suffering from losing a loved one.

❝ Tactician ?  Is that what you are ? ❞  he answers with a question of his own in confidence, stepping a little closer to observe even more, the same smirk remains. ❝ A clever magic wielder with incredible power and hidden potential…  But that would be me.  Are you the same ? ❞  For him there is no boundary, he abruptly takes Robin’s gloved hand — a certain marked hand — and presses the back as if drawing out an image.

❝ Do you also feel something strange in this hand ? ❞

“You are right! My knowledge in tactful war strategy has always been with me, even when I didn’t understand why it is I am this way. My instinct to guide is something that I do cherish and am proud of...” Despite the fact that his own strategies have backfired on him every now and then- but in the end he and his caravan have pulled through nonetheless, right? 

He may find troublesome energy between himself and- himself, but he was confident that he could PERHAPS be able to maneuver this safely. This ‘invisible tie’ that had seem to bring them both in the same existence yet again. 

A sudden tug of his hand, and Robin suddenly tensed up. As if ready to draw back and reach for his spell book- but it seemed as if his other had merely been looking at it. Tracing a familiar sigil that Robin KNEW of. Even if it wasn’t there anymore, he swore he could feel that specific symbol burn in the back of his hand like that very day. 

He pulled his hand back, only to roll his wrist and grasp onto Gimlé ‘s own. The same gloved hand like his, except there HAD to be the symbol on this one’s skin. Just like the markings of the eyes that would dip below the irises of his other’s face. 

“I used to. Not anymore, though.” Is it wise to go into detail? He isn’t sure, but it’s best to leave crumbs so that way the other can dwell on it more. That, at least, was his strategy. He knows, in the end, that this IS who he thinks he is. 

“If I am powerful, then that makes you powerful too. If I am a tactician, then that also makes you one. Two sides of the same coin, as they say, although of course... I think we also have our differences.” A foot stepping backwards, just to gain a little space between them, Robin instead insinuates a hint of a faint smile. 

“I’m sure that if we are to work together... that we will figure out just what makes us different. Just because you don’t remember much, doesn’t mean that you cannot learn something while you are here, hm?” 

[recollectician]

xodayakana​:

⚜ ⑅  ❝ Not at all.  People are not objects, or so I believe.  Perhaps you meant a type of game… which I have no clue about. ❞

“Oh, you can still climb them if you can! It’s kind of like how you may carry a child upon your back, except... you know.” To be fair, Robin never tried it either. Nor could he really remember if he HAD tried it before. It’s one of life’s mysteries to him. 

“Don’t you want to learn just in case you do have this kind of knowledge though? I’m sure it can come quite in handy in later fights, too.” Truthfully- it could! New strategies were always needed when it came to the ever planning tactician. 

[recollectician]

lueurxtactique​:

✧ |  Remember him ?  So they’ve met before.  How unusual — nothing comes to mind from those words alone.  He feels the connection still, yet nothing adds up to fill the puzzle in his amnestic mind.  It doesn’t discourage him however, he’s further intrigued instead and intends to know more.  Perhaps he should consider keeping an eye on him from this time forward.

❝ — Yes, I don’t recall, ❞  he says, resting a hand on the side of his waist in an impatient manner,  ❝ I was summoned and I can’t remember how I got here… ❞  He steps forward without warning, then walks with an eccentric sway around the look-alike before stopping in front of him with a knowing smirk.  The same outfit with small different details, but their hair and eyes fit as if mirrored — aside from the more crimson, mischievous glow in Gimlé’s eyes.

❝ Although I do remember one thing.  I know who I am, and it seems like you know me too.  Mind telling me your name ? ❞

It didn’t seem like he recalled- or... maybe this was a different part of himself? The past, present and future sue did cause him confusion- but still... it seems as if Robin will have to pick and learn more about this man with the same face as he if he wanted to gather the correct assumptions. 

It’s going to be awkward, with him knowing who he is. Those eyes, crimson in color, did not deny the suspicion for Robin. His attention slowly following the other when he had finished ‘observing’ him. Slightly unnerving, to say the least. 

“I see... then...” It shouldn’t come to a surprise to the other- but what would they think when he would utter the name? He couldn’t help but wonder... what would happen... but it wasn’t as if he could lie, either. If he IS who he is- then he would automatically know that he is lying in the first place. 

A poor man’s move of a chess piece on the starting board. 

“I too, was summoned here for fighting support. My own skills were quite popular to utilize- but in any case... My name is Robin. No last name, I actually don’t even remember it, so it’s always been that way for me ever since.” 

His gaze carefully observed the other with the same face. Brown eyes remaining calm, yet tinged with some sort of hesitation. 

“The word ‘tactician’, is not familiar to you... is it not?” He wanted to see if his other half would react to such a memorable word. 

[recollectician]

@xodayakana​

⚜ ⑅ ❝ I do wonder why you'd want to climb on anyone in the first place.❞

“Oh come on, you never have ever wondered what it would be like?” 

[oatbee]

*accidentally stares at crush for 20 mins*