11 with grimel~ your choice~
11. the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.
It had been on his way back to the church where Naga’s vessel usually resided that he began to feel a strange, prickly sensation on various spots of his body. Grima paused to take in this feeling, confused as nobody else was around-most people avoided him-and most of the feeling was in his thighs, as if someone was holding them. With a low growl, he ignores the touch-like feeling and begins walking there faster, even more so when it starts to get painful.
Grima’s at the doors of the building when he suddenly stops again, feeling like something is jabbing into his throat. Almost like a...he doesn’t finish the thought before he slams open the double doors of the church, purple aura manifesting and lower eyes open and glowing. There’s a bit of a crowd-most fled at his sudden appearance-and in the middle of them he sees a few men grabbing the vessel himself, one having a crude dagger drawn against his throat as if to keep him still. Right then and there, he prepares to use Expiration, but the men scramble away faster than he can cast, like rats. The vessel crumples to the floor, and the fell dragon is at his side instantly, checking for any injuries. There’s small dots of bruises on his hips and thighs, and a long but thankfully shallow cut on his neck where the dagger was. And for once, his eyes widen in surprise as he realizes that he had felt the same pain on his way here.
“...Hmph, I’ll be damned. It seems we are more connected than I first thought.” It was something the Chrom of this timeline mentioned while he had been in confinement: people meant to be together often shared their pain. To be fated with Naga’s vessel...well, She wouldn’t like any part of that.
