❝ well, now --! of all people to find skulking around my tent at such a late hour, i cannot say that i'd expected you, robin. color me surprised! ❞

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❝ well, now --! of all people to find skulking around my tent at such a late hour, i cannot say that i'd expected you, robin. color me surprised! ❞
grimleal-born has come forth.
« "... ... What do you want?" »
grimleal-born replied to your post:"No more drinks?" "Haha! It was obvious from...
ooc: ngl I read “lorax” instead of “laurent” except it was some weird combination like “laurax” in my brain wow what even
this blog is over everyone go home omfg
grimleal-born started following you
"...Do you often come into other's tents uninvited?"
grimleal-born:
*´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•` ¤ He hadn’t expected to see her here of all places. It was one thing to find her discretely fretting by Chrom’s bedside. This occasion was unprecedented; he wondered what he’d done to provoke it.
His concern soon thawed the shock that had frozen him in the doorway. Robin approached carefully, hardly wanting to disturb her with heavy footfall. Then, once at her side, he stooped to gently brush the hair back from her brow. The back of his fingers feather light as they felt for a fever. Suspicion immediately—
"… … …"
—Dis-proven?
Though his mind raced he found himself with no satisfying explanation. Nevertheless it didn’t startle him when she opened her eyes. He’d already taken note of her breathing and known she was awake. The Avatar withdrew his hand and straightened his posture. Allowing his curiosity to shape the corners of his mouth.
Whatever she wanted he knew he was on the verge of finding out.
Lucina had been waiting, deciding to figure out why Chrom trusted him the most, even above his own daughter. Be the bigger man, like Sumia had said. It had ended with her seeking where his tent had been, weariness gripping her like a death trap. The trek to Robin's tent had felt like it had taken forever and, once she found herself there, she'd just laid on his bed and fallen asleep.
That was something she hadn't thought would happen. After two hours, she'd opened her eyes, only to see Robin standing over her, curiosity apparent on his face. She sat up, groggy and disoriented until her vision cleared up completely and the sleepiness faded.
Her gaze turned to Robin, and her lips parted.
"Why does Father trust you more?"
grimleal-born replied to your post:crescenthana replied to your post:- he could adopt...
ooc: whispers i will share my kid with u okay u—-u
[You mean...Morgan? uvu Honestly I don't care which kid I just want this daddy Lon'qu-thing to be a thing sjkfhfx]
througheyesofetro replied to your post:crescenthana replied to your post:- he could adopt...
He finds an abandoned child? He sees the parent die? The child is left to him?
[OMG THIS. THIS. OMFG. THIS IS THE THING I WANT TO MAKE REAL. BUT HOW Maybe I should write a prompt but then it's no roleplay anymore -weeps- ;A;.]