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[nagahearted-a]

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SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS.

for a interrupted kiss.

      They're on watch tonight. It’s quiet and cold, the grass beneath their feet covered in patches of melting snow. They try to stay as close to the fire as they can, but there’s no helping it when they have to get up to walk the perimeter.

      Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Cordelia shiver, shoulders shaking as the last of it leaves her body. Frowning, he undoes the clasp on his cloak and wraps it around her shoulders without a word, knowing that she would refuse to take it if he offered it to her first. Besides, he could endure the cold for a little while.

      ❝ Captain, what -- ❞ she stops in her tracks when she realizes what the sudden weight resting on her shoulders is.❝ No! I couldn’t possibly -- ❞

      Chrom shakes his head and holds up a hand.❝ Just take it, Cordelia. At least for a little while. ❞

      She really shouldn’t be arguing with her prince, but her concern for his well-being outweighs that thought by tons.❝ You could get sick and we need you at your best. ❞

      Her hands go to swing the cloak off, but he stops her. She still tries, but he pulls it tightly around her, and by the time she’s given up they’re standing chest-to-chest and his lips have turned up into a slight smirk.

      ❝ I’ll hold you here all night if I have to. ❞

      ❝ Captain, please. We’re supposed to -- We’re supposed to be on watch. ❞ She’s trying not to get distracted by how close he is now, but some of the conviction has left her voice.

      Ah, yes, he’s nearly forgotten about that, and he realizes, too, the lack of distance between them. But he finds he’s not inclined to move. ❝ I know. ❞

      Then he’s leaning down, eyes beginning to slip shut. Her heart begins to pound almost painfully against her rib cage and she almost thinks this is a dream as she pushes herself up onto her toes, hands against his chest to keep herself steady.

      Their lips are only a hairsbreadth away when they hear rusting in the trees nearby, and they fly apart, immediately reaching for weapons only to find that the culprit is a rabbit, running from its fate as an owl comes swooping through the air after it. In the silence that follows, neither is able to look at the other, faces burning.

      Eventually, Chrom clears his throat and manages to say,❝ Let’s go. ❞

      Cordelia falls a step behind him, all thoughts of returning the cloak gone as she tugs it tighter around herself.

[nagahearted-a]

Chrom/Cordelia & 5

send me a pairing and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

5. things you didn’t say at all

      She never says a word to him. Every time she tries, it always goes sour, so her feelings go unspoken for all the time she knows him. But Cordelia always has hope.

      Until Chrom gathers them all together and she sees him holding someone else’s hand, the smiles on their faces, and the happy glow around them that can only mean they’re in love. She sees the ring – the one with the Royal Insignia – and tears well up in her eyes, but she passes them off as a result of joy.

      ❝ Congratulations. To the both of you. ❞

[nagahearted-a]

Chrom/Cordelia & 12 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

      They’ve ended up sharing the bed in the little room – the only one the inn had available when the snowstorm had hit. There’s as much space between them as possible, and Cordelia’s back is to him, blankets pulled up to her shoulders in order to stave off the cold. Her breathing is even and she hasn’t moved, so he assumes she’s fallen asleep, a luxury he isn’t privy to it seems.

      Staring up at the ceiling, Chrom can’t seem to turn his thoughts away from her and just how utterly confused he’s been feeling. He’s never been one to spend much time entertaining thoughts of romance, more interested in his militia and traveling the countryside, yet here he is daydreaming about a woman. The irony of exactly which woman makes him chuckle.

      ❝ I am a fool. ❞

[stumblingpetals]

Also Sumia/Kellam & 6

send me a pairing and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic6. things you said under the stars and in the grass

“I read a poem once, that described the tragedy of stars,” Sumia murmured. They laid on their backs in the grass, and the pegasus rider had one hand up, tracing the lines of constellations in the bright night sky. It was lit by a speckled tapestry of celestials.

“Tragedy?” Kellam asked, turning his head to look at her. Her hair was splayed out around her ears, wild in cashmere waves that he yearned to touch.

“...Because no one can see them during the day, and everyone sleeps through the night,” she explained, turning her head to look at him. 

They both realized how close they were to one another, how pink their cheeks were becoming.

“Everyone admires stars, though,” Kellam offered with the ever so slightest chuckles. Sumia felt his breath sift through the grass and touch her cheek. She smiled.

“I know, it feels ironic... but it struck a cord,” Sumia admitted. “...No one ever seems to be awake to see how wonderful you are.”

Kellam reached up his hand then, to brush his knuckles over the ends of her hair. “Sumia.. if I’m a star, then you’re the moon.”

“Why is that?” she asked.

Kellam pointed up at the sky above them, where a crescent moon hung tilted in the sea of stars. “Because you make me want to smile with you.”

He did not taste like starlight when she kissed him, nor did she taste like moon dust. But they both smelled like grass and old books and armor.

[nagahearted-a]

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

      He wishes he can, truly. If given the chance, Chrom would return to his seat by her bedside for another hour, but there’s only so much time he can spare now that he’s accepted the duties and responsibilities that once fell to his sister. And they are still recovering from the war – it’s likely they will be for some time – so opportunities for rest will be few and far between.

      ❝ I can’t, I’m sorry. ❞

      At her disappointed expression, he offers a smile.❝ I’ll be back tomorrow. I promise. ❞ He leans down and presses a kiss to her cheek before leaving.

[gracefulillusion]

@tacentpennae

≪💐≫”You wanted my help with something, Cordelia?”

[grimahearted]

"When was the last time you trained hand to hand?"

      “Just yesterday, if you can believe that.” A rueful sort of smile crosses her features. She’s well-aware that swordplay is far from her strong suit, and her inexperience with a blade shows in each strike despite months of lessons from the others.

[farmfaiire-blog]

[ ⚔ ] ——–   ❝ ‘Scuse me, Miss Cordelia  ---! ❞ Scrambling to catch up to her, the hitch in his breath made it obvious that he had been chasing after her for longer than he’d like to admit to. Lance in one hand, sticking it into the ground as he caught himself back up. Chest heaving, kicking one boot into the dirt to come straight up to face her---and the free hand not balancing on his lance came up to adjust the kettle that pushed on his hair.

      ❝ I been meanin’ to catch ya. I was wonderin’ if ya had a free moment. Captain Chrom said ya’d be BEST for what I need help with. Though I dunno how he knows, but I trust him. ❞

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