i have decided to start working on the fic with corrin playing relationship cousnelor with a few specific characters. here’s the wip of it right now!
featured characters: corrin, xander, seteth, tharja, keaton, berkut, griss, gangrel
“The tea is as lovely as always, Jakob.”
Corrin watches as Jakob meticulously moves around the room, distributing teacups and plates, proceeding to top the cups with freshly brewed tea and sugar to all sitting around the table.
It was… a special occasion for this get-together. Frankly, Corrin had never dreamed of taking the time to find a sizable room in the castle to gather all of these people for a few discussions. However, when listening to her friends' woes, she knew that she just had to do something, and that just happens to be a casual intervention. She glances at the clipboard on her lap, the list of topics to talk about neatly listed with a purple glitter pen (she would have to thank Ceres for it, later), as well as a list of those she had wished to speak to. She looks up from her board, to be sure that all were there.
Lined up to the left side of the table, closest to her was her older brother, Xander. He seems calm and collected to be there, quietly drinking his tea and making small talk with his companion next to him–
Who just so happened to be Tharja, a mage of Plegia. While Corrin didn’t know her as well, she was well aware of her rather strange nature. Even though she seemed like she was listening to Xander, she was writing…a lot of words in a notebook in front of her.
But, the other man at Tharja’s side was not making small talk with either her or Xander.
At Henry’s other side, sits Berkut. Prince of Rigel, he has opted to not touch his tea at all yet, instead staring daggers at the man who sits across from him.
Speaking of the other side of the table…
Directly across Berkut sits Griss, a newer recruit of the Order of Heroes. A… peculiar addition for sure, but Corrin’s willing to give the man a chance. Like Berkut, he doesn’t opt for tasting the tea at all, but instead tips his chair back and reclines, staring at her to get started with her agenda.
At least beside him sat another familiar face to her; Keaton. He appeared to be off in his own little world, playing with scraps of fabric he surely found on his way to the room; Always with his “treasures”, that’s for sure.
To Keaton’s left, sits Seteth, second-in-command of the Church of Seiros. He doesn’t pay much mind to those he’s sitting with, taking the time to appreciate the tea.
“How long is this going to take?” A shrill, raspy voice calls out, and Corrin forces herself to look at who is sitting directly in front of her across the table.
Ah, yes.
Mad King Gangrel, who impatiently taps his nails against the table.
The door to the room opens, revealing two more people to join the group: Chrom and Robin.
Thankfully, they aren’t here because of any issues occurring between them and others; Rather, because Corrin asked for them to be backup for her, as she holds this meeting. Ever so graciously, they agreed. And she could not feel any safer!
As they take their seats, Chrom to her left and Robin to her right, and as Jakob finishes distributing all of the tea and moves to stand at the wall behind the three, Corrin finally clears her throat.
“Ahem! I would like to thank you all for taking the time to meet with me,” she starts, hands folded and resting on the table. “There is only a few things I would like to discuss with you all, but I’m sure as long as you all cooperate, we can get through these in a breeze–”
“Who are you again?” Griss cuts her off, which causes a chain reaction of the following:
Tharja and Gangrel groaning and grumbling.
Seteth and Xander both letting out sighs, with Seteth even putting his head in his hands.
Berkut giving Griss what is possibly the nastiest look she has ever seen anyone give– and she’s gotten on Takumi’s bad side before!
Chrom and Robin both starting to nervously chuckle at the sight of said look.
Keaton… is still off in his own little world.
Corrin blinks, before clearing her throat.
“Erm, I’m Corrin, I haven’t realized I didn’t properly introduce myself to you yet, Griss, sorry about that,” she adjusts the papers on her clipboard to recollect herself, “can I… continue?”
He shrugs with a grunt. She will just have to take that as a yes.
“Anyways,” she starts again, glancing at what she has written, “I’ve been… reported to, about some situations by friends, and I’d like to help them and you all by getting down to what exactly happened and how we can alleviate any sort of tensions. Any questions before I start?”
Tharja raises her hand immediately.
“Yes?”
“Can I leave?” Tharja asks, her eyes focused exclusively on Robin. “I think this is pointless.”
“...No you cannot,” Corrin frowns, as she sees Robin shift out of discomfort from the corner of her eye, “can you stop staring at him?”
“...No.” Tharja huffs, and slouches in her seat.
“Great!” Corrin picks up the clipboard, while Chrom reaches to rest a comforting hand on Robin’s shoulder. “Now, my first order of business is to talk with Xander and Seteth.”
Both men seem startled at Corrin’s words, near jumping in their seats.
“We were… reported?” Xander asks, raising an eyebrow. Seteth looks more tense in comparison, arms folded across his chest.
“Can I ask what the issue was exactly, Corrin?” He slowly asks, his words sounding harsh. Corrin scratches at her face.
