#fatefled

[convxction]

angst call || @fatefled

“...Can we..discuss this some other time?” he knows that this plan is important but he can’t think straight. Pushing himself up and did not wait for her response and walked outside the tent.

[painintopcwer]

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.” (for Chrom)

Extremely Exhausted Starters - Accepting! - @fatefled

Chrom pushed the other down, back onto the bed. “No, Robin... You need to rest... Let me handle stuff today, okay?”

[inthemurder]

“ I can’t fix this. ”

From a meme I lost

“You can’t...?” Henry looked at Robin in disbelief. He looked between her and the body of the foreign dignitary he had mistakenly killed. Henry thought this guy was a spy! He was trying to help! Everyone makes mistake, right?! Henry was sure Robin would be able to solve just about any problem, but... was this too much? 

The serious look on his face suddenly broke and he began laughing. “Hahaha, you’re joking, right? Come on, you can do anything! You’re a genius tactician, aren’t you?” His face fell, realizing this may not be so easy a problem to solve. So... what now?

[inthemurder]

“ who’s blood is that? ”

From a meme I lost

“Who’s?” Henry looked around his body, of course covered in red, as it often was. “Weeeellll...” he pointed to a particularly dark red spot on his side, which seemed to be slowly expanding, “This is probably mine. The rest, well, who knows! Some bandits, I think.”

[painintopcwer]

“I wish you never had trusted me.” (for chrom)

Betrayal And Regret - Accepting! - @fatefled

“I... I don’t.... I know... it’ll be alright.”

[painintopcwer]

“It’s dangerous.” (Chrom)

Protective Sentence Starters - Accepting! - @fatefled

“Then you’re definitely not going alone. I’ll go with you.” 

[f-anaticism]

 @fatefled || Semi-Plotted

     Had he the option to hand the girl off to her mother, and be rid of his youngest daughter’s presence, the sorcerer would have done so immediately. She-- this ungrateful, little brat who would sooner insult the gods than accept her destiny-- has not earned the right to spend more than a mere second with him, let alone shadow Validar for the entirety of this miserable day. If only he had not let his wife tend to business outside of the palace in his stead-- if only he had not agreed to let the woman be accompanied by Nathifa. With not a single soul he could convince to watch his child, the father finds himself stuck, silently fuming and doing all in his power to not even look at their lord’s pitiful vessel.      Surely, there must be a way to strip Robin of that title, and bestow it onto the only daughter of theirs that would want such a thing. To swap their blood.

     Talon-like nails scratch at his forehead, body hunched over an elegant, and rather expensive, desk, hoping that if he simply stayed in his study and buried himself in amongst texts pertaining to dark magic, the girl’s presence would vanish from his mind. Validar has half a mind to subject the girl to rituals, and teach her his trade so that she might be ready to assume control of the sect at the right time, but how could the sorcerer properly consider such a foolish idea? He would sooner maim himself than trust this girl-- his progeny, the man thinks with an annoyed huff-- with his faithful Grimleal. With those who worship the fell dragon. Those who know, understand and accept the roles they were given.      Besides, the runt has never seemed to harbour the decency to listen to him-- such childish behaviour would not suddenly vanish.

     With a glower tainting his features, red eyes shoot off to the corner of his vision, falling upon the annoyingly familiar face belonging to his youngest daughter-- not out of concern for her well-being, but the meticulously placed objects in the room. If Robin knows what good for her, she would stay still, as he ordered, however the father knows that it would be ridiculous to expect her to obey.

[fatedexaltlucina]

‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’ (from fatefled)

How long had it been since she had some truly good sleep? Lucina didn't know. All She knew was that she had more important things to do than let her body rest, like checking in on everyone, that was more a personal thing, but it was for her own sake. Lucina had a really bad habit of running herself ragged, pushing herself until her body forced her to stop.

The softness of the motherly voice was soothing to the princesses ears, but there was to be done, always. Gentle, tired eyes with heavy bags under then turned to face the voice.

"Mom? Please there is more to be do. I won't get sic..." her voice trailed off, exhaustion finally subduing her into rest at her study table. Her breathing was somewhat... delayed but was otherwise fine.