Weird idea but F!Grima with a frail s/o who's an unusually good dark mage?
Okay, this kind of wound up being more like “Grima trying to be subtle about a crush on a frail and talented dark mage,” but I hope you still enjoy!
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Grima stares at you as you train. You can feel her eyes burning holes in the back of your head. If she wanted to kill you, she would have already, wouldn’t she? You turn to face her, your eyes meeting. You don’t see any more malice than is typical of her... But her staring still feels so unnerving. “What is your ailment, worm?” Her voice is so intense you take a second to hear her. “O-oh, well... I’m just a bit weak, physically. My body is more fragile than others in the army.” You don’t get into specifics, as it seems you’ve explained enough for Grima to be satisfied. “Your magic is powerful. Powerful enough to hold onto.” “Oh? What do you-” “Your one of the most powerful in this army. Perhaps I shall spare you. You have potential.” Grima glares at your wide, shocked eyes. “You’re still just a worm to me, don’t confuse yourself. Just one that may be useful.” It’s still the most affectionate thing you’ve heard her say. She starts spending more time around you after that, mostly watching you from a short distance. Part of you wonders if she’s looking out for you- after all, any close calls for injury have been prevented by a certain dragon’s tail as of late. Grima starts sitting with you during meals, watching you as you eat. You aren’t totally sure why, but she seems to get annoyed if you don’t eat enough. “Grima, do you-?” “Quiet, mortal. Don’t waste your energy speaking.” You’re fairly certain that’s her version of affectionately telling you to stay healthy. You choose to take it that way, at least. After a brief silence, Grima speaks again. “Are these worms providing for their kin, mortal?” Upon seeing your confused expression, she growls. “You are a weakling physically. Do these worms know to protect such a frail body?” “They do, yes.” You’re not sure how Grima is managing to keep her intensity up while she asks about your well being. “Good.” If it were anyone else, you wouldn’t jump to calling this affection, but... You’ve never seen Grima care about a human. Even the emotional ties in the back of her mind leftover from Robin don’t cause her to behave this way. You enjoy the thought that it’s affection.













