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[ultimatetxctician]

the dark mage and the tactician

“Oh ... Tharja -- you do know you don’t have to hide behind the barrels, right?” The tactician turned around when he currently was doing a small stroll through their camp. And of course a certain dark mage was silently following him - well, not as silently as she may have thought tho. Robin would offer her a warm smile as he looked in the direction of the barrels she was hiding behind.

“Come on - you can always talk to me directly whenever you want to! How about we have a nice chat including a cup of tea in my tent?”

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[noircisaint]

"I sense it. The darkness within you." This remark could be almost awfully casual, were it not for the grim subject of the conversation she was trying to initiate. "Then again, it seems to me this is something you carry with pride, don't you? We're not that different, you an I."

❝ Was this the reason you were wary on our previous encounter? ❞ Tone of the sentence was not questioning, far more rhetorical as one possessed a keen eyes. Stance of the sorceress had a difference, slight, yet noticed. It was one of caution. Lip curled just slightly. Light amusement within it. ❝ Quite so. Similar as how you worn your abilities with pride. Nothing is unjust in embodying your own strengths, is there? ❞

Voice remained amused, by intention or not, it remained interesting what sort of people that darkness within would repel or attract. If the sorceress proved herself to be of interest was questioned, and answer would be yielded by actions upon the following sentence spoken with almost eerily tone. 

❝ By all means. If curiosity remains lingering, you may visit me again and perhaps we could... talk. ❞

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