#leave-me-be

[cutestwyvernever]

"You’re tired, aren’t you? Worn to the bone." Though Gerome generally tried to keep Cherche at arm's length--and to that end, keep his nose out of her business--it was still hard not to say something when she was clearly overworked.

Cherche looked at her son, her eyebrow warily raised. Had it gotten just that obvious that she’d been over doing it? She supposed that must be the case if he was coming to her. “There’s just so much to do, and so little time.” She sighed, knowing she couldn’t hide it any longer. “Not much I can do.”

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

@leave-me-be 

Oh gods, it had been so long since he’d seen his mothers–his real mothers–before they were taken. It was difficult to say if Gerome even remembered their faces or not. Before meeting “them” anew, that was.

“I… I was,” he admitted with a small hint of strain to his voice, as though it pained him to admit, and, after pausing to recompose himself, added, “…you needn’t apologize. You did what you had to do.” Gerome knew that Sumia didn’t mean to die–that she always did her best, past and present, fighting included. Did she truly believe he resented her?

Sumia was relieved. She wasn’t sure how to approach Gerome and she felt guilty for it. No matter what, he was her son and she should put in the effort to talk to him. To get to know the man. She still felt bad for what happened, even if she couldn't do anything about it. It wasn’t her fault. 

“Thank you Gerome. I am sure it was hard. I know in my heart I would never have wanted to leave you and Cynthia without a mother. But I am sure I did it to protect you.” Sumia sighed, but she gave Gerome a small smile. “I have the chance now. To be there for you all of your life. Was I a... good mother?”

[melioristicman-blog]

Upon His Return ;;

@leave-me-be 

How many years has it been now? He can hardly recall, the lines of time blurring in a haze of experiences and events he can make out in only a vague order. Though, he supposes, it doesn’t really matter, does it? What’s important is that he’s finally returned home and he was more than eager to reunite with those he holds near and dear to his heart.

He pauses in his trek for a moment, basking in the warmth of the sunlight and deeply breathing in the sweet, crisp air. It wouldn’t be long before he set foot in Ylisse’s capital where Chrom would surely still be resident, what with being reigning Exalt and all. And of course through him Inigo is confident that he’d be able to track down and pay visit to the rest of the Shepherds.

In the distance but still within the open fields, he finally spots someone seeming to have a pleasant conversation with a wyvern. He can feel an excited skip to his heartbeat because the two of them look awfully familiar, even from his slightly obstructed angle. As he approaches the other from behind, he can’t help breaking out into a wide grin when he confirms what he’d already thought to be true and when he speaks, his tone is nothing less than utterly jovial. 

“Say, you can’t be Gerome, can you?”

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

Lowering his eyes to avoid meeting Sumia's gaze, Gerome quietly said, "very early in my life it was already too late. I... never actually knew you."

VARIOUS STARTERS

Sumia wanted to reach out and pull Gerome into a hug. With Cynthia, she wouldn’t have hesitated to do so, but with her son, Sumia wasn’t sure if she should. He was right. They didn’t really know each other, although she’d be able to know the Gerome of this time. 

“I’m sorry Gerome. That I died before you could get to know me,” Sumia replied in a soft voice. What else was there to say? “Were you very young when it happened? I don’t think Cynthia had mentioned how old you both were when... when we didn’t return.”

[melioristicman-blog]

@leave-me-be said "I'm writing my condolences to Xander as we speak. Not because of anything that happened, just because he chose you as a retainer."

"Wh-- That-- You can't just say that, Gerome!" He stammers, shock and hurt written all over both his expression and the way his hands find themselves over his heart. "I'll have you know that I make an excellent retainer!"

[mindofchonsin-blog]

△ "Do you ever see yourself having a family? Or even a significant other?"

“I have a family,” Yen’fay replied easily. “They are what matters most to me. However, if you are referring to me starting my own, I must admit I haven’t given it much thought. I believe myself to be... unworthy of such a life.” 

It might have been a 2 or 3 on the ickiness scale. If he reached for it.

[flowerfortunesandfaceplants]

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