gerome.

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[wyvernsolitaire]

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Gerome from Fire Emblem Awakening Portrayal

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A @sugarsteals's side-blog.

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[illusorydungeons]

gerome says inigo didn't wake him and he takes the chance to recover some of his lost dignity. there's a basin of water they keep nearby that he shuffles over to, to splash his face and wake himself up properly.

nightmares were the plague of those from future past. his own had been full of risen reaching for him, suffocating behind the walls of regna ferox while his father fought somewhere in the distance.

when he lifts his head from washing his face, he jolts at the offered candy.

" oh - you still carry this stuff around? "

it's not a complaint or an insult. he takes the offered sweets and pops one into his mouth quietly, letting the sugar take his mind off the old frightening thoughts.

" ah, right on the head with that one. i don't get them as often anymore, but with the latest battles. . .seems i've been restless. "

a pause, as the silence lingers.

" why aren't you asleep? "

[wyvernsolitaire]

Gerome grunts when asked about the sweets. They are much easier to find and make now that they're back in the past, a world with much more resources and hopes. Besides... that's an habit his father sewn into him too tight to ever be forgotten.

As much as he hates whenever people mention it. So he chooses to ignore the comment.

"You speak too much. You will wake the others. Talk outside." he said, tone blunt as ever, turning away to leave the tent and meet the moonlight outside.

He didn't need to leave with Inigo but he did so anyway.

"I never sleep." that came out wrong. He shook his head. "...Falling asleep is a battle on its own. We never know when the Risen, or the Enemy, might strike."

[illusorydungeons]

"You were screaming in your sleep."

[ from @wyvernsolitaire ]

inigo can't help the way he jolts at gerome's hand on his shoulder, the way he reaches for a blade already kicked out of the way - and he breathes in deep to stop the panic from blooming hot under his skin.

it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark shape of gerome, half-armored, and a moment longer for him to register the words.

oh.

" oh - uh. s...sorry? if i woke you. "

he sits himself upright, rubbing at his brow, before he exhales a little sigh.

" ugh. well, i'm definitely up for the night. "

nightmares.

[wyvernsolitaire]

It honestly doesn't surprise him. Gerome avoids sleeping inside the tents with the others for many reasons, but he's no stranger to nightmares. It'd surprise him more if any of him companions from the past were free from that curse.

"You did not wake me."

He withdraws his hand and immediately roams to find his mask and put it on. It seems trying to sleep in the tent tonight was a bad choice.

Uncharacteristically maybe, Gerome walks back to his bag, coming back seconds later with a couple of wrapped candies from his secret stash. He offers it to Inigo.

"It seems you had a bad nightmare. Not surprising. We may have escaped our world but we haven't escaped fate... nor our memories."

[wyvernsolitaire]

;; About Gerome

Name: Gerome Ambroise D'Rosanne Age: at least 20 Class: Wyvern Rider -> Wyvern Lord Sexuality: Bisexual, male lean Gender Identity: Questioning, HE / THEY Canon Father: unspecified. preferably Gaius.

His earliest memories were from his mother gently setting him on top of Minerva's saddle. She'd tell him stories about the shepherds and their bravery, about Ylisse's great tactician.

However, soon, these stories became grim to him, as his parents spent more and more time away from home, busy fighting for the Exalt, for the peace of the realm.

Until they never came back. Instead, Minerva flew back to Gerome, very injured, bringing terrible news for the poor 12 year old. It was the prelude to an ever worse war, one that Gerome would have no choice but join.

And he did. But nothing he could do would ever change the fate of that world. Lucina and the others convinced him to go back in time, but his fear didn't allow him much hope. He joined them, skeptical, thinking he could at least let Minerva find peace in a world still relatively peaceful...