Disclaimer: I don't own the game Fire Emblem: Awakening.
I literally don't own the game Fire Emblem: Awakening. I'm just trying to think about their personalities. They might be ooc.
There is a young boy sticking his middle finger at me with a wonder-like expression on his face. I'd probably say he's around six or seven. Hmm, I wonder where his parents are. Are they nearby? Nah, there's no one else here. But what if he's lo—
. . .
What the hell—
I calmly stowed away my new book into my coat and stood up.
Making sure no one is watching, (which I highly doubt since that pompous little ass and I are in a remote area), I did the same to him but with both fingers and an eerie smile. He was startled, spooked at my actions and started to tear up. Then he started to waddle away to whatever hell he came from. Yeah that's right, kid. Go cry to your mommy—
"ROBIN!" I'm pretty sure Sully's roar would be like a banshee if she had the right kind of pitch. Cuz y'know, her voice is kinda low.
She stomped over to me, grabbed the scruff of my collar and yanked me close. I yelped and started praying when I felt the dangerous aura radiating off her. "What in the blazes are you doing?!" she seethed with fury.
Her question made me forget my current fear and remember the lil' bastard. "Flippin' someone off," I grunted, prying her hands and shoving her off of me. "If you think that's bad, I coulda done worse. I coulda crossed my middle fingers but did I? No! Because that there was asshole kid, not an asshole adult!"
"I could care less if you're flipping off Vaike," she hissed, "but you can't flip off kids! You're just being a prick!"
"But he did it to me first!" I whined with protest. "I thought it would be fair to do the same to him. Treat others the way you'd want to be treated. Is that even a lesson anymore?"
Sully snorted. "Robin—" she halted when she looked me real close in the eye and realized I was dead serious. Muted shock was written in her face before she laughed hard.
"Yeah, yeah," I sighed airily. "It's amazing what kids can do."
She only laughed harder and even kneeled down, pounding her first on the ground several times. With each hit, I could feel my nonexistent ego shrinking bit by bit. Eventually I couldn't stand to watch her bruise whatever dignity I had left.
"Are you done," I said flatly.
My friend gasped for air as she finally calmed down, although there were still a few chuckles escaping. "You got flipped off by a kid!" she mocked with a grin. She stood up and sat on the stone bench I was sitting on earlier. I did the same.
After my mini adventure from the bookstore, I didn't really care about going back to the Shepherds yet. I just wanted to read so my wandering feet took me to this lovely, isolated, people-free spot. There's a big old tree with a stone bench coiled around the base and it was just begging for me to sit there and make myself at home. It was perfect. Well, until that kid popped out of nowhere and decided to give me a rude greeting.
"So," I began, "aren't you supposed to be back with the other Shepherds?"
"I was, but then you were taking so long so they sent me out," she accused. "And this is where ya been? Reading?"
"Hey, I'll let you know that reading's a wonderful hobby," I said in defense. "It's full of advencha!" I draped an arm around Sully and waved my other in front of us for effect. A pointed look is what I received and I released her with a sheepish grin.
"Everyone's worried, you know," the cavalier pointed out. "Let's go back to the inn, then the arena."
"Again? Why? Are we having another match again? If so, I'll put you in first this time." I patted her shoulder.
Sully rolled her eyes but said, "Chrom decided to call everyone back."
"Alright," I said and she stood up, "we'll go. After I finish this chapter."
"Robin," she stressed, "you can do your nerd reading later."
"But—"
"Now!"
"Hn."
"Robiiin!"
The moment Sully and I step in the building where everyone's staying at, all my eyes could catch was a yellow flash before I find myself staggering and locking on someone's shoulders. "Where the heck have you been? You're late!"
I cleared my throat as I regained my balance and let her go. "I was, er. . . ." I didn't feel like explaining. Wait, "late"? For what?
Luckily Sully spoke up for me. "She was reading in some deserted area."
The princess whirled to me. "You were reading?"
Okay, is reading some sort of forbidden taboo around here? Do Ylissean people not like reading blocks of words? Do they not like to hallucinate sometimes? Wait, hallucinate is a strong word. Dream, there we go. Do they hate dreaming? I swear that Sumia, Miriel, and I are the only ones in the Shepherds to appreciate books. Well, Miriel is more interested in tomes, but still.
"My apologies, princess," I said, "I'll be sure to not drift off again."
The princess made an indignant noise as she pulled on my hand to her guest room with Sully following close behind. "Geez, Robin," she pouted, "how many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Lissa! We're the Shepherds, remember? We're friends, so you don't need to be so formal."
"Well," I said, "to tell you the truth, I don't feel—"
"Oh Robin, there you are!" Sumia chimed in worridly from the princess's bed. "You're late for the party!"
"Party?" I asked dumbly.
"Oh right, there's a party comin' up," Sully explained. "I forgot to tell you. Musta slipped my mind."
I didn't lose the book, I just can't find it. I didn't lose the book, I just can't find it. The one thing I get something cool for free and it's gone! Gah, and I was just getting to the part where Lyn is saying she and Mark will meet again! It was such a cliffhanger! I admit that I teared up at that part.
So apparently after the whole 'oh-you-won-my-authority-back-thanks-I'll-give-you-the-troops-because-your-army-is-so-small' debate, Flavia had decided to throw a party to celebrate our victory. And hoo boy, it's pretty wild.
Earlier, when I entered the arena's private quarters with my lady companions, the first thing I noticed were people. People everywhere, especially those brawny muscular men. Gosh, I feel so out of place. The room is large with a bright and cheerful atmosphere. On the far end of the room, there's three huge pillars instead of a wall. They're spaced out, leading to the outside for fresh air. On the other walls however, it's full of battle axes and swords and lances. If I didn't know any better, I would've called this a war room. This is nothing like Ylisse's elegant decorations. But the food is a different story though. I'm actually surprised it smells enticing with meat and vegetables (actually, it was more of meat). But it didn't look nice like the food back at the capital.
I'm not sure if I've ever been to a party before, but I think I'll like them. But I don't believe this kind of party is a good idea, since we'll be leaving tomorrow and I wouldn't want all of us to be hungover. But milord said we all have been working hard and deserve a break, so I'll have to follow his word.
But when I was going through my stuff, I couldn't find the book! I asked Sully and all she said was, "I dunno." Man, this sucks balls.
I had to get outside and sit against one of the pillars to think where I misplaced it. Wasn't it tucked in when Sully came to pick me up? Did I drop it on the streets?
"Robin, are you feeling alright?" I jumped and twisted my head to see who had spoken. Milord, a foot away from me, held his hands up in surrender. "Peace, Robin. I saw you walk out and thought you might want some company. May I join you?"
I wordlessly patted the spot next to me and he complied. He mimicked my stance and also leaned against the stone pillar. The noise from the party was faint, so we could have a clear conversation. "How are you—" he froze when he saw my eyes. "Gods, a-are you crying?!" he panicked.
Why am I crying over a simple book. "Not at all, milord," I beamed with a reassuring smile, wiping at some bits of water off my eyes. "It's just that the sun's rays are burning my retinas from the inside out. Who knew that the sun would be such a nuisance?"
"Robin, there's no sun," milord pointed out, "and evening clouds are present."
"Ah. How could I have not noticed." I know, I shouldn't have used sarcasm to my commander but come on. Have you ever had a moment where you're just joking around to hide your discomfort and there's that one person who just breaks it? Yeah, he's becoming one of 'em. I was clearly joking, milord. Clearly joking. Right?
"Very funny Robin," he said with a hint of amusement. Oh okay, so he did noticed the sarcasm in that last statement. "But are you well?"
I smiled sheepishly. "Thank you for asking," I said bashfully, picking at the grass. "But I'm doing well. Some dust got into my eyes earlier. It'll be gone quick." Yeesh, that was a pretty lame excuse.
But by some luck, he bought the lie without so much of a blink. "Perhaps Lissa can check on that."
"I'm fine," I insisted. He left it at that and I enjoyed the brief moment of silence. It's really nice to get away from the stuffy crowd and aromas just to sit back and enjoy the air. It'd be nice if I could do this everyday. With my book! And maybe some apple slices and some elderberry tea.
"I don't think you're just here to accompany me milord," I spoke. "Do you need something?"
"Observant as always." Uh, I don't think so. "I wanted to ask if you have spare time to show Lon'qu around since my hands will be—"
I completely zoned out right after he said the words, "show Lon'qu around."
"—more pressing matters at hand such as—"
Show Lon'qu around, milord said.
"—rick's been having this strange glint in his eyes when he starts campfires—"
Show Lon'qu around.
"—ink he rather enjoys it—"
Me! Alone with him!
"—gardless, do you think you'll—"
"Yes," I cut in immediately. "Absolutely. I'll make sure he's comfortable with me—the Shepherds! The Shepherds," I repeated quickly, bobbing my head to show him that I understood his order.
"Good. I'll send Lissa to help you out—"
"That won't be necessary milord," I interjected quickly with a giddy smile. "I wouldn't want to waste milady's time."
"Are you certain?" he asked carefully. "I wouldn't want to see you helpless."
"Absolutely," I said again. Man, all this talk about Lon'qu is making me forget about that book I cherish so much.
. . . Oh, damn it.
Another worrisome thought came to me. "B-but," I stammered, "isn't he . . . y'know, women?" I added tentatively, already feeling hopelessness seeping in.
Realization slapped his face and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gods, I've completely forgotten about that," the royal muttered.
"Milord, excuse my bluntness, but how could you forgotten something so trivial as that?" I asked incredulously. "It's not everyday you meet people that would be uncomfortable around women."
"My apologies, it must have your appearance that caught me off guard," he said with a thoughtful look. "They don't remind me of an ideal lady's."
Um.
"I," my words pushed out, "don't remind you of an ideal lady. . . ."
"Well, yes. You're rather tall than most women."
"I'm tall," I said stoically.
"Very. And it's not difficult to assume you're a not a lady." Why is he talking so casually.
"Not," I murmured in a daze, "difficult at all. . . ."
"Robin?"
To be honest, I don't even know anything anymore. Could it be the hair? It's not crazy short like Sully's, it's just messy. Messy enough to be a guy's! Did I get drunk one day and chopped my hair, if it was long? Or did I inherit a bad fashion sense from my ancestors?
I cleared my throat.
"Milord, let us stop discussing about me looking like a man," I strained out with a tight smile.
He frowned and tilted his head, wondering why my mood suddenly shifted before widening his eyes in alarm. He stood up with such swiftness and started wildly waving his arms. "No, I mean—I didn't mean—not like that! Uh, no! No no no no! No! That is—you're a woman, you and I both know that—"
Oh my god.
"—it's just that when said "lady" I meant the ones who—you know—proper and fancy—"
Man, this is just sad.
"—and you can fight with a sword and magic and strategize and fight! . . . Not to say a lady can't fight . . ." When he saw my face to see any flickers of annoyance, and maybe he did spot one, he actually thought that he should continue. Hastily, may I add.
"Gods, this is coming out all wrong," he groaned. "Robin, I swear I didn't mean to offend you in any way! I-it's just that when I think of ladies I picture prim and proper . . . perfumed and pretty—"
It's like he's trying to insult me as politely as he can. It's highly amusing.
"Nothing like you at all!"
Can I poke fun at him, for once?
"Milord," I began lowly, "you're indirectly calling your tactician the opposite of what you just said. Rumpled and sloppy, smelly and hideous—"
Those words were enough to make him sweat bullets, ha!
"Robin, I can explain—!"
"Milord, look at me and see if I'm offended."
The prince carefully did what I asked and his jaw dropped in disbelief. "You're . . . you're not angry." Surprise, surprise.
"Not really. I'm just disappointed." When I saw him tense, I quickly added, "At myself. I know my looks aren't exactly"—my fingers plucked another strand of grass and started peeling it—"what people expect at first glance, but I do try my best to meet their expectations. In a way, I guess."
He doesn't speak and I was scared that I broke his soul until I look up. His hand was outstretched to me, silently asking to take it. I released the grass I was fiddling with and hesitantly grabbed his hand. He pulled me up and I'm already thinking back to the day he found me. It was just like this.
"Robin." I shivered discreetly when he said my name firmly. Where was the sapling who was just flustered seconds ago? "You have no reason to be ashamed of yourself, especially your appearance. Because looks don't matter in this army. Anyone who says otherwise will meet me."
I blinked as I take in his words. Then smiled. "Thanks, milord. You can let go of my hand, now."
Ah, there's the blushing prince.
"You can say my name," he said frowning. "It's not as if it's a curse."
"You want me to say your name?" I asked incredulously. "Why?"
"I've haven't heard it since we arrived at Ylissol after that bandit attack. Care to tell why?"
"Because Frederick calls you milord."
"Frederick is Frederick," he stated in confusion. "That's who he is."
"Then Robin is Robin," I replied. "That's who she is."
It was quiet for a moment, then he asked me to try saying his name. "Try" saying his name? Heh, I guess I'll "try".
"Uh"—I tried to look unsure as possible. Of course, I know how to say his name, but l wanted to try poking at him again—"Chr . . . ome."
He gave me this funny look and I continued. "Com."
"Robin," he sighed, shaking his head.
"I can do it, just give me a minute. Ch-Chro . . . K-R-O-M."
"I didn't ask you to—that's not how you spell my name."
"It's not?" I feigned surprise. "C-R-O-M?
"No!" Though he sounded exasperated, he was chuckling.
"Chrom," I said simply. It's been awhile since I've announced it, so it sounds foreign. "Chrom, Chrom, Chr—you look so surprised, milord."
"I—er," Chrom sputtered. "L-let's go back inside, shall we? I'm sure Lissa is looking for us." Without even waiting for me (rude), he stalked off into the building, vanishing from my sight and into the crowd of people. Man, he's such a weirdo.
At least I get to show you-know-who around, wink wink.
Say my name, say my naaame~
So, I bet some of you bastards purchased Fates, eh? Lucky. I have yet to acquire a 3DS. But why couldn't they make it playable on the Wii U as well?
I'm surprised I managed to update this in a week. I have more time then I thought. Oh, and don't be shy to tell me if there's any typos. I can take it.
