#sonofgriffons

[fxdelitas]

((-jumps on Marie and Nero headcanon bandwagon because I CAN- In case someone decides that they wish to woo Marie, Nero puts them through a rigorous check list. Untold amounts of horrors await them, such as: tea time with Nero, horseback riding with Nero, and many other things.))

Carry Nero’s luggage, spare axes, endure numerous surprise weapon checks, etc.

Waffles correct us where we’re wrong

[fxdelitas]

//Jair being the ultra-huggable big bro to the siblings' kids and winds up also being Uncle Jair to their kids, much like Mordecai being Uncle Mord to the siblings' kids. What if it starts a legacy of sorts. One of the siblings' descendants become royalty and Mordecai's descendant(s) is/are their bodyguard(s) like Fred is to Chrom.

That is too adorable and something I can imagine, yes.

Funnily though, there is some royalty Connor can marry in, and their progeny is quite the sort that probably needs someone level-headed to steer him right, and Rosa’s own progeny probs needs a spine. I can imagine their own descendants would carry on the same level of stupid, as well.

Jair, help these losers’ losers' losers' losers. We’re counting on you.

[fxdelitas]

drunken-plegian-general

:3c

[abittersoldier]

[♚] "Should I call you mother now, or is this temporary?" //OOOHH I'M SORRY BUT NOT REALLY

A cough escaped her lips as she choked on the gruel she was eating.  “Mother?  Oh gods Nero please don’t.  This is most assuredly temporary!” she squeaked. 

Please let it be temporary!

[nxkros]

[♚] “Someone… Else…" He fidgeted slightly, placing his hands behind his back. "Forgive me, I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

[tannimm]

                    "You needn't worry--I'm used to it," he snickered, nostrils flaring.

[abittersoldier]

"Willard? You look... Older than before. You have more wrinkles. Are you stressing yourself out? I told you not to do that..." The boy sighed, sliding a part of his hair back.

Hearing a masculine voice call his name, he was surprised to see a bob of brown hair and a crimson gaze facing him when he turned.  “Fio-No..You’re not.  She doesn’t wear an eyepatch, and you’re just as tall as I am.”  Grabbing his spear from its resting place against a nearby tent, he pointed the tip towards the ground.

"Who are you, and how do you know my name?"  As an afterthought he added, "And don’t call me old!"