paramnesia

Robin x Tiki

He would have given his life to let her sleep in peace just one more night.

Robin sighed deeply, snuggling closer to his sleeping wife. They would have to wake up soon; the morning light was just peeking under the bottom of their tent. But outside meant facing the morning chill and battle preparations, and he hadn't the motivation to do either.

"Tiki," he mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around her. The aura of sleep hung heavily around the both of them, but she seemed to be still asleep. All the manaketes in camp were heavy sleepers. It was a pain to deal with on the mornings they needed to rush.

"We should probably get up."

She was still unresponsive. Robin was just about to stretch out and pull off the covers when the tent flap burst open, scalding his eyes with the sun's light.

"Good morning, Father and Mother!"

Robin scowled at the peppy, green-haired girl. Morgan hopped on the end of the bed and laughed. "Wake up, sleepy heads! It's time to go!"

"Just a little bit longer, Mor. Your Mother is still asleep."

To his horror, Morgan bounced over to Tiki, and placed her ice-cold palm against her face. "Hey, Mama, wake up," she cooed.

Robin frowned and waved her away. "Don't wake her up, I've got it. Go on and tell the others we'll be ready soon." He had to admit, his reasons were selfish. But who wouldn't want to spend just a few more minutes cuddling their sleeping wife?

The girl nodded and complied, waving goodbye as she headed back out the door and quietly closed the cover. Robin turned back to Tiki and tweaked her pointy ear.

"I can't believe you slept through that. Come on, we really must get up." He shook her gently. "Tiki? Did you fall into one of those really long sleeps again?"

Every line in her face was soft, peaceful, but when he laid his ear on her chest, there was no telltale beating. His heart began to knock against his ribs. "Tiki?!"

Screams exploded in the background, deafening him. The warm bed and blankets fell away. He was wearing his battle gear, and his cloak was wrapped around a heavy object he held onhis lap. His throat was numb and his eyes burned.

"Father! Mother!"

Robin jerked back, and the object rolled to the desert ground. Harsh winds whipped at his face and hair. They blew the cloak aside, revealing that the object was a person. A woman. A woman with dusty green hair and empty eyes. Blood ran in a thin line from her cracked lips.

Just as he began to scream, another person fell to their knees on the ground next to her. Another woman with the same green hair. Morgan collapsed on the Mother's chest and began to beg. "Mama, wake up! Please, you have to wake up! We-we have to go-" her sentence broke off, or he didn't hear it over his own mournful sobs.

"Why couldn't you have spared her?" Robin cried to the darkness inside him, because he knew who had done this, even if he hadn't been present to watch it. His wife had suffered and died while he was trapped in a fantasy. The burnt hole in Tiki's chest was identical to the one he'd seen in Chrom's chest mere weeks ago.

"We need her! I loved her!" But his cries were lost.

He shoved Morgan aside and pulled Tiki to him, clutching her limp body, rocking back and forth. There was no comparable feeling, he thought, to this one. To knowing you had hurt someone you loved more than anything.

It would haunt him for the rest of eternity.

paramnesia: a distortion of memory in which fact and fantasy are confused.

a/n: I'm bad at endings...I decided to put these down here I guess. Sorry I've been gone forever, college/life stuff. Don't grow up. Blow your money on video games.

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