a/n: I have a bad habit of posting things late at night...it's 11:30. Anyway, for Tharja fanboy Vykktor~(your review made me giggle ^_^) rated somewhere between T and M, you know, because Tharja.

The next request and probably something else will be up tomorrow, because school's been cancelled yet again. I want spring.

bereave

RobinxTharja

a wretched soul, consumed by grief.

"Robin."

Robin and Olivia looked up at the sound of the woman's voice. They were kneeling in the grass under a flowering tree, flipping through sheets of paper covered in architectural designs. He first saw the golden slippers, then his eyes slowly rose, past her long, silk-covered legs, over her muscled abdomen, and up to her dark eyes, which stared unashamedly into his. It was a good thing she clutched a book to her chest, he thought.

He knew it wasn't just him. Tharja caught the eye of anyone near. Random passerby in town sometimes fell at her feet, blood dripping from their nose. Even Olivia was blushing fiercely.

The dark mage shifted her weight to her other leg, and put a finger over her lips. "What are you up to, Robin? I was thinking we could have another one of those...dates. It is a lovely day," she purred.

"Of course. Let me finish going over these theater plans first though."

Tharja giggled. "Olivia can join us, if she's into that."

Robin grasped her meaning immediately and sighed. Tharja was very nearly as intelligent as he was, but she used her knowledge for darker things, like chasing other girls away from him.

Olivia's entire body turned as red as Cordelia's hair, and she froze completely. Robin patted her hand. "She doesn't mean that. She's just being predatory. Right, Tharja?"

Tharja looked mock-offended, then shrugged. "I have nothing if not innuendo."

His assurances helped little. The dancer was still going to avoid both of them for the next month. Their dream of a theater would never be realized at this rate. Robin shuffled the papers together and handed them to her. "You better keep these. My organizational skills are somewhat lacking. Hey, don't listen to-" but she was gone, ducking away from the scene with a stuttered "Good-bye."

Robin thought he heard a 'I hope I never see you anytime soon' in there too. He sighed yet again before turning to his fiance and looping his arms around her waist. Tharja wriggled closer, sliding her arms inside his coat.

"What am I going to do with you? Last week, you very nearly killed Lucina with that hex. And yourself, because then Chrom found out," he chastised.

"She was fine. I have all my spells completely under control. You trust me, don't you, Robin?"

"And then there was that time you mistook Libra for a random blond woman..."

"He...survived."

"He gets a rather serious twitch anytime he's around either of us."

"Are you going to stand that close and not kiss me?"

Robin chest rumbled with his laughter. "Your wish is my command."

"Good boy."

Her fingers threaded through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss that was every bit as sultry as Tharja herself.

"Noire. Leave."

"Mother..."

She cursed. "If you wish to remain here, then obey me, Noire! I cannot work with you hovering about!"

The girl bit her lip, gathering every bit of courage she possessed. It was hard, especially in the dark atmosphere her Mother 'worked' in. They lived in the basement of some old house Tharja owned, deep in Plegian territory. It was a semi-safe place to be, considering that the Grimleal were focusing their efforts in Ylisse. Bottles of potions and dusty books littered the small area. There were dark lumps in the corner Noire didn't even want to think about. There was an almost tangible smell from the many broken bottles of spilled liquid, a result of Tharja's rage.

"T-This isn't right, Mother. It's not what Father would have wanted."

The dark mage whirled on her daughter. Anger and grief made her eyes wild. "You know nothing of right or wrong. My life with Robin was right. He was stolen from me, brutally ripped from my side. Can you even imagine the pain, Noire? Have you ever come close to the crushing grief I feel?"

Noire wanted to fight back, but Tharja had sucked the life from her, like she did to everything else.

"He made me whole. He made me right. He's gone, but I will get him back. Don't stand in my way, child, because I...I have no qualms about throwing you aside."

It was pitiful to see. The woman who had once stood above a nation as it's most gifted mage, now reduced to a wretched soul consumed by grief. Was this the inevitable consequence of loving another?

"I'm sorry, Mother," Noire bowed her head. Tharja calmed, ran a hand through her unwashed black hair, and collapsed into the nearest seat. "This is taking a toll on me. I can't keep it up much longer. If I die, Noire..."

"D-Don't say that!" As much as she resented her mother, Noire didn't want to lose her only remaining family member. Her father had died, then Morgan had disappeared...

"Perhaps you should leave anyway. Go to Ylisse with the rest of the kids. Maybe...Maybe your sister will be there."

You don't care about her. You don't care about me, you just want me out of the way.

"If you think it's best, I'll...get ready."

When she had left, Tharja exhaled deeply and picked a bottle from one of the thousands surrounding her. Her eyes focused on it's contents, two tiny slivers of white hair.

Is it so wrong of me to want you back? To want you to hold me again, and give me look when I do things to embarrass you, and kiss me anytime I ask? Robin...

The glass shattered in her fist, and she squeezed. Tharja sat there for a long time, just watching drops of her blood hit the grimy floor. Noire never reappeared.