I couldn't stop thinking up ideas for a sequel, so I decided to go ahead and start on it. . Please note that there WILL be some tweaking of the game's events, but I do try to keep the characters as close as possible to their portrayal. :) Also if you haven't read Enmity Tension yet, it might be a good idea to do so before reading this. Not necessary, though. Enjoy!
Lon'qu and Robin had been engaged for twelve days, and they had been the longest of his life. Robin, as bubbly and energetic as always, was shoving her ring under the nose of anyone that held still long enough and gushing about how excited she was.
More embarrassingly, people were congratulating him on a daily basis. Some Shepherds commented to him, poorly masking their curiosity, that they didn't even know that he and Robin knew each other all that well…
Of course they wouldn't know. His relationship was private, and that was how he'd liked to keep it. But it was difficult with Robin talking to everyone about the upcoming wedding, which was still weeks away.
Panne seemed to be the only person who didn't care one way or another about the engagement or anything concerning it. She regarded the ring as a sign of Lon'qu owning Robin and didn't see any need for marriage at all. They'd tried to explain to her the concept, but the taguel had just muttered "strange humans" to herself and shook her head.
Lon'qu noted smugly that Panne probably wasn't that far away from being "owned" herself- Gaius had been spending a lot of time with her. The thief annoyed her endlessly, but she seemed to be softening towards him the more he kept bothering her.
Lon'qu had taken to doing his training and chores for camp at night, when few people would be awake to question him about the wedding. Robin, of course, had responsibilities all throughout the day. She was constantly traveling to Ylisse Castle, much to his anxiety. The woman had terrible luck; he knew from experience. It would be just like her to twist her ankle on the short walk to the castle, leaving her helpless and alone on the side of the rode…
But he couldn't think about things like that or he'd never be able to let her go every day. Truth be told, she didn't really need him to protect her all that much.
Especially since she'd started taking swordsmanship lessons from him, she was lethal in battle with a brilliant mind to match.
She was still only human, though. He waited for her in her tent every night, where they'd talk for about ten minutes until she dropped unto her bed and practically passed out. He resented Chrom for sending his finance back to him so exhausted, for monopolizing all her time. There was also slight jealousy towards the prince; he got to spend all day with the woman he loved while Lon'qu was lucky to spend an entire hour with her nowadays.
Robin was devoted to her work and it made her happy, so he'd never mention anything to her about it. Hopefully things would be less busy after the wedding.
Panne had gone to a nearby cliff overlooking camp for one reason alone- to escape from Gaius.
The redheaded terror insisted on following her around all day, "assisting" her with her work and offering her carrots. While the vegetables were a nice touch, his constant pestering was extremely annoying. She had half a mind to shift and see if he still wanted to skip after her like a little puppy when she was in what he called "giant bunny form."
Instead, she climbed the steep cliff and sat on the top, her legs dangling off the side precariously.
She doubted the human would find her here, and if he did she doubted even more the skinny man-spawn would be able to scale the cliff without breaking his neck. With a sigh, she considered the fact that if he were to try and fall she'd probably save him before he could die.
Panne looked down at the camp uninterestedly, watching Robin walking with Chrom, animatedly talking to him. She was quite fond of the tactician and happy that she was so excited about her upcoming wedding, even if she personally found it useless. What point in there to getting married if she and Lon'qu both understood that they were mated now?
She shook her head. Humans and their strange need for ceremony was something she would never fully understand, it seemed.
A crackling sound in the trees behind her took Panne out of her thoughts. She stood from the edge of the cliff and reached into her pocket, gripping the small beaststone between her fingers tightly. She had no fear; she was more than capable of taking out any enemy that was about.
A boy stepped out from along the trees. If she had to guess she'd say he was around sixteen years old. His dark brown hair fell directly between his equally dark, large eyes that looked at her with a familiar curiosity. He was taller than her but also a lot thinner; he didn't look like he'd be much of a challenge if he was looking for a fight. She stared at him with her head tilted, trying to figure if he planned to use the sword that was strapped to his side.
He raised his hand in greeting and walked towards her with complete ease, smiling at her like she was an old friend. "Panne," he called cheerfully, as if she would or should recognize him.
She looked over the man-spawn carefully again, her stance clearly distrusting. Now she noted that he was wearing Robin's cloak. Had he killed the woman and taken her clothes? Probably not, but there was no mistaking the purple cloak with the huge golden sleeves.
Suddenly it all clicked into place. A child from the future hadn't been found in over three months; everyone had assumed that they had all been found. But it made perfect sense for this kid to show up with Lon'qu and Robin's wedding only days away…
Panne relaxed, looking over the boy again with curiosity. His eyes, hair color, and mouth all seemed to be like Lon'qu's, but everything else was copied directly from Robin. Even the eager way he was looking back at her was a perfect mirror of his mother's face. He got his tallness from both of his parents, it seemed.
Panne noted sadly that Robin's lovely yellow eyes hadn't been passed down.
"I'm sure you want to see your parents," Panne said in amusement as he glanced down at the camp, his smile broadening.
"Yes! I have so much to tell mother," he enthused, pushing his hair out of his wide eyes. Panne had a feeling that she'd been seeing that exact motion from him a lot.
She took the beaststone out of her pocket and tossed it in the air, catching it easily before it could plummet over the edge of the cliff. It was a rule of hers to not allow anyone to ride on her back, but this skinny kid would never get down to camp without snapping a few limbs.
"What's your name, child?" She asked, already suspecting the answer.
"Morgan," he said distractedly, focusing on the beaststone in her palm.
"Are you going to shift?" He questioned intelligently, adjusting the long sword at his side.
Panne smirked and jabbed a finger in the direction of camp, one hundred feet below. "How else do you plan on getting down there?" She asked in amusement.
Realization hit him and he nervously looked over the edge again, gulping loudly.
Robin waved goodbye to Chrom and rushed to Lon'qu's tent. Chrom had graciously given her the rest of the day off and she planned to spend every second of it with Lon'qu. Her future husband didn't need to tell her for her know that he was feeling neglected. She planned on spoiling him with her undivided attention.
She stepped into his tent and saw his toes poking out from under his blanket, soft snores coming from where he was sprawled out on the too-small bed.
Thankfully the tent they would be moving into together in little over a week had a much larger bed; though he did look adorable with his long limbs dangling off the sides of the mattress.
She stifled a giggle and carefully sat on his lower back, leaning down and tenderly nipping his earlobe. He stirred in his sleep, murmuring nonsense about Risen stealing his honor. Slowly his senses came to him and he rolled so she was now sitting on his firm stomach. He'd become a lot more comfortable with physical affection, which was a good thing. They were going to be married, for Naga's sake.
She leaned down once more and kissed him enthusiastically, feeling his lips curl into a smile against her own. Sitting up, she placed her hands lightly on his chest. "Hi," she greeted him.
"Hi," he said back sleepily, still half-asleep. "Shouldn't you be working?"
She shifted her weight carefully on his stomach and trailed her hands over his bare chest, taking a moment to admire the smooth muscles before reply. He really was handsome; she was lucky.
"I got the day off," she informed him, continuing her exploration down to his lower stomach.
He grunted his approval, closing his eyes and folding his arms under his head, relaxing under her cold hands. She tousled his hair lovingly, listening to his slow breathing fill the silence of the tent.
He sat up straight suddenly, grabbing her hips and lifting her off of him and unto the bed beside him. She looked at him in confusion until Panne walked in. He always did have excellent ears and quick reflexes and she was glad for it, it would have been awkward for Panne to see them like that.
The taguel seemed not to care that Lon'qu was only in his smallclothes and she was in his bed with him, though Robin's face was flushed with embarrassment.
Panne crossed her arms, a strange smile on her face. "Someone wants to meet you," she said in a raised tone, looking at the entrance of the tent expectantly.
Robin raised a white eyebrow when a tall, lanky boy walked in. He was clumsy looking, as if a strong wind could send him flying. A sheepish grin was on his face; he stared at her intensely and ignored Lon'qu completely. She stared back, noticing his eyes. There was something so familiar about those black eyes…
Catching her breath, she looked at Lon'qu beside her who was frowning, confused. His eyes narrowed when she glanced at the boy standing next to Panne and back to him again, seeing her fiance's eyes copied exactly into the stranger's face.
The boy nodded encouragingly, seeing that she had made the connection. Robin released the breath she'd been holding in a huff, sitting up on her knees in the bed toward him.
"Morgan?" She asked tentatively.
Panne put an arm around the kid, looking at him fondly. "I found him on the cliff overlooking camp," she explained, chuckling at some joke. Morgan winced and pulled at his collar uneasily.
Robin noticed now that he was wearing her cloak. She looked down at herself, as if expecting to see the beloved garment missing from her body. But no, it was still there, hugging her sides loosely. His replica of the cloak was a lot more torn and shabby looking, but it was no doubt the same one.
"Wait, wait," Lon'qu suddenly said, pulling the blanket up around his slender waist securely before sitting up, looking between the three of them in confusion.
"Who is this, Robin?" He asked, a small amount of jealously slipping into his tone.
The tactician laughed, patting her beloved's arm reassuringly. "This is our son," she answered cheerfully, sure of that fact now. Lon'qu's jaw dropped, but the urge to go Morgan was too strong to resist now. She stood from the bed and walked to him, pulling him in a tight hug.
"I've missed you, mother," Morgan said happily from against her shoulder, his head nestled on her collarbone like it was made perfectly to fit there. She released him from the embrace and started petting his messy hair, pushing out of his eyes and trying to get it to lie flat. Already she felt like his mother, it felt so natural to have him in her arms.
Lon'qu seemed to have finally pieced together exactly what was happening. Morgan looked over Robin's shoulder at his father, a small frown on his face. "I suppose that's father," he said, looking at Robin and then Panne uncertainly.
"He doesn't remember," Panne said quietly. Robin sighed sympathetically, wrapping her long arms around her son protectively.
"That's okay," she assured Morgan, looking at Lon'qu sadly. "You can make new memories with your father."
Lon'qu looked back at her and sighed, resting his chin in palm. It seemed he was never going to get Robin to himself at this rate.