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AN ODD CAPTAIN ;; ||
“Ooo, I spot a captain. ”
PRESENCE NOTED, a carefree grin placed among the soft lips. Henri found a hidden pleasure in unsettling this man, and this man alone. Such a serious yet gentle prince, yet oh there were times not even Chrom could hold his own. INTENSITY WAS AT A LOW, yet the slightest malicious comment or dark bit of his past might throw the other off.
“ So, what are ya doin, Chrom? ”
5 Times the Love because oh god this is my fave
with sunlight
darkness has a taste to it, musky and heavy on her throat, chewing away at vocal cords and pressing down, crushing her larynx and leaving her incapable of breathing; relishing in it, rajya holds the dark close to her nose, taking in its for- bidden warmth, she doesn’t want it to retract its claws. the sting would come when it did, so she lets it stay, in the pro- cess of its wound. darkness pulls slowly, and she does not accept the bright sun, pressing against open cuts.
however, the sun does not simply press her like a flower, and though she does not find six slits in her side when she wakes, sunshine’s blue eyes, pulling her up and close and she knows why gods come in pairs; he cannot eclipse her, but she cannot darken him. “ there are better places, ” the sun says, “ to take a nap than the ground, y’know. ” his smile greets her, as an old friend
with grassy hills
he spun her around, her bare feet cut up by sharp grass blades, and she does not care; his hands are soft upon hers, and both of their arms are bared to each other, a cloak thrown on the ground and him dressed down to sparring clothes, though the gloves are in the same pile as a purple cloak. they dance for no other purpose than to dance, to pull her close and whisper in her ears, sweet no- things of her beauty and grace, and for her to grip against him and murmur her own sweetness into him, letting the words be absorbed.
it’s not a proposal in the traditional sense, but the kiss on his cheek is something like always, chrom’s reciprocation seems to seal the deal.
with bed covers
heavy covers wrap around them both, the sounds of a party dying down wafting up into their room; he has enveloped her in his own darkness, his own light too, and she has shared her share of sec- rets. he kissed her on the nose, and she is not surprised when he whispers in her ears, “ for my lovely wife… ”
she hums in response, and it takes her just a moment to decide; the drop of light from the window takes his face and contorts it to something somehow softer; lips upon lips, and she finally responds, “ to my gorgeous husband. ”
with sorrow
cloak pulled tighter upon her shoulders -- it feels foreign, now, to have the garment so tightly knitted around her. it does nothing for her crying, for her sniffling and dreading, does little to conceal such broken hearted imagery. an arm tugs her closer, his pallid face too close for her liking.
“ you don’t have to do it, you know. ” “ but i do. i really do. ” “ you think you have to, but you have no obligation to die like a martyr. ” “ this has nothing to do with martyrdom. ” “ but doesn’t it? ”
they didn’t speak again until the next morning, when she looked at him with a glare like daggers and her tears cut through him.
with children
she has died and come back and perhaps that is the only miracle they need, but their blessings pile up at their feet; a beautiful daughter with her mother’s wit and bravery, an infant son with all the time to grow into himself, and a home that will never be taken from them ( he promises, this place will always be home; she tells him that promises are unnecessary. )
five times the love, accepting, @acieral
@acieral.
❛ Father-- ❜ The name brought a warmth to her heart, to call him that instead of his name. Regardless of the child he bore in his time, she was still his daughter all the same. ❛ I was wondering if you had sometime to train together-- ❜
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i could? maybe hop in on here or robin idk
That would be great!!! We’d love if you could!!
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❝ Lord Chrom... I don’t mean to be rude or anything but, you’re definitely different than the prince I serve... Both clothes and personality wise. ❞
Swordplay || Cynthia & Chrom
. @acieral liked for a starter!
“Hold it steady. Hold it steady." Cynthia mumbled, the blade quivering in her hands. It felt so...different from a lance. Less elegant in some ways, certainly heavier - although she did admit it felt a bit more heroic. She just hoped that her father wouldn't notice she'd borrowed his training sword for this.
Ever since she'd practiced using her sister's Falchion, something had been itching in the back of her head - she could have sworn that she'd hit that log. She must have just missed, surely, and that was what they'd laughed it off as - except she'd gone back and it was split in two. Perfectly.
It disturbed her, kept her up at night. The realization that she could use it had broken some mental wall, made her realize that maybe one day she was meant to use it. Maybe her sister was going to die.
She didn't even know how to use a sword in the first place. So she decided to learn, and...she wasn't doing great. "Again! Hya-"
The practice sword slipped from her grip and spiraled towards the side of the arena, causing the girl to pale as it smashed through a window and embedded itself with a thud in one of the tables inside. It quivered comedically as she burst into the room to reclaim it, pausing when she saw who else was here.
"...okay, father. I promise, I can explain."
“I wont let them hurt you.”
Emmeryn had to fight not to cry. Pulling her brother into a tight, close hug, she sniffled and desperately fought to keep herself together. All of this had happened too fast. Chrom had found out about the stonings. He’d gotta so angry and stopped talking, then all of his sleeves were gone--
“Chrom... You’re too good,” she whispered, petting his hair. He was thirteen now, and getting too big to be babied. But she couldn’t help it. He was still her little brother.
And in this moment, he clung to her too, tightly pressing his hands flat against her back.
“I won’t let them... I promise, Emm. Never again,” her mutter fiercely into her shoulder. “You deserve so much better--”
She let out a loose breathy sob. “You’re the best brother that has ever been... d’you know that?”
@acieral // starter call
It really was all work and no play for the Shepherd’s, now Ylisse’s, fair leader. Even when he should be chowing down, not being hounded by snooty advisers, even in the barracks.
Gaius’ nose crinkled into a grimace, his eyes thinning into a slight squint.
Even for what he could only hazard a guess will be a few minutes of peace from his advisers, at most, anyone could see the tension release from the royal’s shoulders. He exhaled, as if he was holding in his breathe the entire time. Perhaps that wasn’t too far off.
Though Chrom had a moment to relax, the stress certainly didn’t escape from his face. Gaius looked briefly to the brand of the exalt tattooed perfectly onto the other’s shoulder before speaking up.
“The kingly life not treatin’ you so well, Blue?”
