And here's some Marcus angst. Don't know where this came from.
...Because Marcus is clearly so cool.
Word Count: 411
Rating: K to K+
Disclaimer: If Kanthia owned Fire Emblem, she'd make a Fire Emblem 7 1/2 where Marcus is actually good.
Pairing: If you squint really really really hard, there's a little Eliwood x Ninian. Other than that, not really much. Maybe Marcus x Roy if you want it to be.
Spoilers for early Fire Emblem 6 and mid Fire Emblem 7. If you've only played Fire Emblem 7, you may or may not be in for a surprise.
I'm getting old.
I think you understand, Roy, son of Eliwood- you're careful about how you use me, as though sending me back into battle will crush my bones. I doubt that would happen, but sometimes I feel like it.
I was once a cavalier just like the men you command. Oh, perhaps fourty years ago. I remember training under your grandfather, Roy; he was a smart and fair man. Hair crimson as blood. I do believe that the Pherae noble's hair gets lighter with each passing generation, and I should know. I've been this way three times now. I was there.
You're the spitting image of your father, Roy. I remember him at your age. He was so delicate we feared he'd snap had it not been for the boorish Hector of Ostia, may the angels send him on his way. He was honest, and just, and kind- oh, so kind. He made friends easily. I was there.
Did your father tell you of the death of your grandfather? I remember, back when Zephiel was a name we sought to protect, and did not fear. He set out alone but with myself and Sir Lowen- the father of young Wolt, I believe- we had no idea what we were getting into. I would know; I was there.
Perhaps you know of the name Nergal. Perhaps Lord Eliwood brought you into his lap and told you of the Dread Isle, of the assassins from Bern, of the dragons storming out of the gate. If your mother was alive she would listen and perhaps cry softly. I remember finding her, lidless and unmoving, in a lonely boat drifting out to sea. I was there.
I remember finding Elbert, my Lord, cold and dead.
I've been through a lot, Roy. I was granted my knighthood just at the birth of your good father. I told him myself once that I would be there to see his child off to battle- never believing that war would rear its head in your lifetime.
I've served your family for fourty years. I've never once regretted a moment. But there are times when I feel old, as though time is coming to take me from you- so please, Roy, my Lord, let's make this the last battle Lycia will ever know; so that when I die, there will be no more need for old fools like me. I should know what foolishness is. I've been there.
Marcus is old.
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