A.N. Just.. Don't trust any promises I make. But I might retake more often writing. Maaaaybe. But here's a block of rambling!
Tharja: The one with the darkest thoughts.
A certain female, Plegian dark mage cackled to herself. She always found enjoyment with the brewing process. Oh, just how effective would this one be? And who could she test it out on? That was easily the best part. Determining who would be the test subject. And by that, if she was feeling honest, she meant victim. A dash of rat tail fur, now, careful… Brilliant, the sickly odor and color were heartening signs, of course. Maybe- She sighed, something uncharacteristic. No, Robin was too smart. No way he'd fall for any ruse, he was above that. Even if this wasn't any form of love potion or something of the sort. The level of perfection that man had, it was uncanny, and she wanted that all to herself. She'd make it so. And if a couple of beatings, ropes, and hexes were necessary… Well, flesh can get better, she would just make sure to not take out.. Oh, a rib. As effective as that might be, she admitted that might be a bit too dangerous for her precious, it wouldn't really grow back. Then again, she could work on something for that. And if she did, then- How could she test that out? Perhaps something small, a vole or so. She could get that farm boy to catch one for her. If the victim- Subject- no, victim, should be human sized, maybe he would be of use then too. Every now and then, there was some poor cut open sap in the healer's tent, maybe she could pluck one out while nobody was looking and try the spell later and then figure out a way to check it. Probably in their sleep, just feel for it. If it was Robin, himself… That'd be a bone to keep and treasure forever. No grinding that up, not like, yes, a pinch of this bone meal instead. This was for.. Sometimes it was hard to keep the concoctions straight… Right, this was to move objects or people. Sure, mages can teleport themselves, and skilled ones, others, but people didn't always have access. This would put the user where they most wanted to go, in theory. It was risky, going halfway across the continent if you wished for "safety" might be a damper… But to hell with others, she always wanted to be by Robin's side. If only he'd give her more attention… But he always spent time with.. others. Maybe they'd like a good life leeching Nosferatu. Maybe they could tragically die, inches from the healers, but too weak to move and gagged, so they couldn't get help. That'd be just deliciously painful. Or maybe, if they insisted on getting closer to Robin…
Robin sighed. He had been nudging Tharja for maybe a minute now, but all he had gotten was the odd cackle or getting to see her add something to her pot. He just wanted to thank her for having his back. Maybe another time, he turned and left with a shrug.
A.N. I dunno, I had some fun. Do what you will. Suggestions, hate, criticism, apathetic nothing, whatever.