Short Bit I wrote to avoid exam studying.
Severa flopped down next to Robin, utterly exhausted. Panting for air, Robin drew an arm around his wife's shoulder and brought her closer to him. Severa, too tired to care, snuggled into the crook of Robin's neck. White hair tickled her sweaty forehead. "Sev..." Robin huffed out, wrapping a protective and loving arm around her bare midsection. Severa groaned. "I-I...I don't think...I can...go anymore..." She spoke between gulps of air. Robin chuckled. "No...me neither...but..." Robin spoke with a loving tone laced with exhaustion, "I love you."
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Severa woke to muted sunlight streaming through the thin fabric of the tent. She noticed with unrestrained disappointment that Robin had already left the tent, most likely to train or to attend another one of his meetings. Severa took this time to bring the blankets closer to herself, the Valmese weather was not terrible, yet this morning was quite cold.
Severa slightly shivered as she drew the blankets even tighter. She resigned herself to just a little more time in bed, after all, she had no particular plans today. Yes, a nice time to relax in bed before a late breakfast and possibly some private time with Robin...it was going to be a nice day.
"MOM!" Yelled an excited voice from outside the tent. Severa huffed and rolled over, content to ignoring her daughter and hoping she would take the hint. Besides, she wasn't quite decent under all the blankets. Much to Severa's dismay, she could her the shuffle of fabric and rapid footsteps coming closer. "-Oof!" Severa let out a gasp as a large force collided with her spine.
The blonde mercenary moaned and rolled over, blinking to see the disturbance. Morgan lay beside Severa, and eager smile on her face as well as a sparkle in her eyes. No matter how much Severa tried to resist, she couldn't deny that face anything. Severa quickly hid her admiration and frowned. "Do you know what time it is Morgan?"
Morgan smiled cheekily, "Yes Mother! It is time for~" the girl extended her 'r', drawing out the imaginary suspense. Morgan gulped in air, her face radiating joy. "Operation get back memories of mom!" She proudly proclaimed, slamming a fist against her chest.
Severa remained blank, blinking a few times. Morgan's face faltered for a brief moment, and Severa could feel a string in her heart break. It was odd for the normally icy mercenary to say, but she never wanted to see a frown on her daughter's face. Severa felt a smile tug on her lips, maybe she could be a mother after all.
Morgan saw the change in expression on her mother's face, and jumped at the chance. "So, like you said I shouldn't bash my skull off anything anymore, so I've decided that if I spent more time with you...mayyyyybe I could get my memories back?" The tactician-in-training said, leaving the end as a question.
Severa nodded slowly, still wrapped in her blankets and laying on her side. To Morgan, her mother looked silly. Severa was laying on her side, the blanket wrapped to tightly around her that it looked like a large and puffy dress. The blanket then wrapped around Severa's head and acted as a hood, to which the blonde's unbound hair spilled around her face. Morgan could assume that Severa probably stole the blankets over the course of a night, as she found herself waking up in similar positions as well.
Severa let out a huff, the blanket shifting over the svelte blonde's movements. "Morgan, I would love to..." Severa said with a hint of remorse, "But I am way to comfortable right now to move." Morgan cocked her head to the side, thinking. Her daughter not looking, Severa took the time to carefully analyze her face. She had a remarkable resemblance to Robin, practically a carbon-copy of the Grandmaster. Yet, she did have her blonde hair as well as red, albeit dulled, irises.
Even the way Morgan thought looked quite similar to Robin, akin to Robin attempting to beat Virion at chess. "Well!" Morgan semi-shouted with enthusiasm, "What if I just looked at you? You wouldn't move and it helps me remember you. After all, I must have seen your face a thousand times in the future!"
Severa nodded an affirmative, eager to rest for as long as she could. Morgan tucked a pillow under her and lay down beside her mother. The two blondes stared at each other, Morgan with complete focus and Severa with an awkward blank face. The mercenary had never really been under this much...examination at any time. It was rather uncomfortable. The silence and her daughter's almost unblinking face did not help the situation.
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Robin sighed and sat at the table, palming a small figure meant to represent the Ylissian cavalier division. The war was nearing its final stages, for better or worse, as the Shepherds along with the Feroxi army has arrived at the doorstep of Walhart the conqueror.
It was going to be a tough push to get into the leader's castle, after that, it was only a matter of killing him. A task not so easily done. The man was practically a mountain of muscle, and the horns adorning his helmet didn't help morale.
The meetings were coming faster and more frequently now, it robbed Robin of his personal time. Something he greatly liked to share with Morgan or Severa. Hell, he had even gone back to talking to Cordelia on a person-to-person level. The knight had avoided him with the devil's glare for quite some time now. Of course that didn't stop Vaike from training with Robin or attempting to drink him under the table.
A blue figure pulled Robin from his thoughts, the person seemingly hesitant to leave the tent. Robin looked up to see Lucina gazing at him over her shoulder, the lord seeming to have stopped mid-stride. Robin stared at for a moment before the two realized no words had been said yet, just an awkward silence. Robin coughed and poke, "Hello Lucina."
Lucina stumbled over her words before muttering out a greeting and vanishing through the tent flap. Robin stared after her for a moment. When the thoughts of the tactician came together, he realized that Cynthia was no doubt telling the truth. Robin cursed under his breath. This was something that only happened in cheap stories.
With another large sigh he stood and exited the tent. Around him many of the Shepherds and begun milling about, talking to each other and preforming tasks. Far down the row of tents, Robin thought he could see The two Ylissean princesses yelling at each other. Robin rolled his eyes and moved to the next row of tents, intent on getting his tome from his desk. A little magic practice couldn't hurt.
When Robin got near to his own tent, Morgan burst through the tent dragging along an angry Severa. Morgan chirped a greeting to her father, her iron grip still clutching a yelling blonde. Severa flashed Robin an exasperated look, to which the tactician simply shrugged.
Once the two blondes rushed past him, Robin shrugged and went into the tent.