Her eyes were always fixated on her.
Any moment she blinked was a moment without looking at her.
"Eee hee hee hee hee...,"
Tharja dug her nails into the castle walls, her gaze lowered at Robin. Strands of her lush black hair fell over her shoulder, shadowing her pale face. Robin had her back turned to Tharja, yet, she knew she was there. Tharja was always there - watching, stalking, observing. Robin actually felt uncomfortable when Tharja wasn't there behind her.
A sinister grin formed on Tharja's lips, one that sent shockwaves worth of shivers down one's spine. "...That's the sixteenth time she's stopped to catch her breath today. Usually it's only five when we don't have to march, so this early in the day it's already eleven higher than usual... eee hee hee..."
Robin took note of the eerie laughter, and looked down at the polished castle floors. Hesitating for a quick moment, she turned around; shooting daggers at a leering Tharja. A drop of sweat rolled down Robin's face, as if morning dew grazing over a leaf. The tactitian tilted her head, her amethyst colored eyes locked on Tharja's. Lips puffed out in an awkward smile, Tharja felt her blood get hot as Robin turned to face her, aroused by Robin's calm voice. "...Tharja. Why are you laughing?"
Robin took a cautious stance, but knew Tharja would never do anything to hurt her unless Robin screwed up... badly. Then she'd be murdered or cursed. And Tharja would probably hang her body over her mantle. Robin didn't really want that.
"Oh... hello, Robin. I've been watching you... aaaaall day. You seem distraught. Pacing back in forth... out of breath...," Tharja looked at the ground, hiding behind the wall. Robin sighed at the comment, but figured she might as well be honest. "I've just been doing a lot of errands for everyone.. but, thanks for your... um... concern, Tharja."
Robin walked closer to Tharja, her cheeks powdered in a lovely shade of pink. She rubbed Tharja's head, locks of her hair combing through her fingers. "...You're, uh.. always looking out for me...?" Robin stated with uncertainty in her voice, but that alone didn't matter to Tharja. Her smile spread from ear-to-ear, narrow and creepy. She chuckled under her breath, her blush contrasting her porcelain-like complexion.
"I'd do anything for you, Robin... I'd kill myself for you! Eehehee...," Looking up at Robin with a rather malicious look in her eyes, Tharja spoke in a raspy voice; keeping a calm tone. "I'm never washing my hair ever again..."
『 wow, my first story? yay! it's pretty short and bad, but thanks for reading it if you did. reviews are welcomed O: 』