IM NOT DEAD! Also, this isn't discontinued. I have had a really tough time recently, got sick a whole lot and hospitalization was a thing. Turns out over the past few months I developed lactose intolerance, asthma, as well as an allergy to cold weather. Sucks to be in Canada. As well as a few terrible stomach bugs, and a lack of interest in writing. As well as depression and anxiety issues, its all good!
However, I really do sincerely apologize for leaving this story hanging on such a weak note for so long. From here on out, I could do a few more fluffy-type stories but if I want this to continue I feel like I would have to get into the whole endgame content with Grima and such, Either that or skip it completely and jump to post-grima.
Either way, I am trying to get this off the ground and onto full-production again, rather than dragging it through the mud like I have been.
I am going to leave you with this short little thing, I hope you enjoy.
-ThatOneGuyThatWrites
PS
I would also ask you fine people to judge if my writing has improved at all. I hope it has. Been to many lectures on writing and reading a lot of Brandon Sanderson and Terry Goodkind, much inspiration there.
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Robin trailed his hand through the hot sand, making small zig-zagging lines. He sighed happily, content to lay in the warm sun for hours.
The Shepherds had once again travelled into the outrealms, and found themselves helping out an Anna with bandit problems. After clearing them out, they all got a free pass to spend the day and a night at the beach resort. Robin, having lost his memories and all, was looking forward to the whole experience, as Ylisse lacked a proper beach resort.
He had lain down in the sand a bit away from the others, happy to spend some quiet time to himself. Not that he was tired or frustrated with the Shepherds, but he needed time like this every once in a while. Sitting up, Robin glanced down the beach to see Morgan, Nah, and Cynthia happily running around the beach. Many of the older Shepherds were playing games with a ball, or simply laying in the sands like he was.
Happy that all seemed in order, Robin pulled out a book from under his blanket. Another one from Sumia's collection. He examined the cover; The Twins of Renais. With a mental shrug, Robin flipped open to the first chapter.
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Not even two chapters in, and Robin felt something was wrong. Nothing with the book, in fact he was quite enjoying it, but something...else. It was an evil chill that seeped into his spine, as if darkness itself was trying to burrow into him. With a great breath, Robin turned to face the palm tees behind him.
Staring back at him, was a set of purple eyes. Almost immediately recognizing the owner, Robin stood and marched up to the trees. "Tharja..." He said calmly, refusing to look anywhere but the dark mage's eyes. "Yes, my love?" She asked innocently, as if the phrase was meant to be, or more likely she wanted it to be true. Using her arms, Tharja made her bust more...pronounced.
Robin blinked twice before sighing. "What are you doing?" He asked, already fearing whatever answer he might get. "Whatever do you mean my love?" She purred, leaning closer to the tactician. "I don't know, perhaps stalking me in the forest?" Robin spoke with sarcasm.
Tharja put on a hurt expression. "My love, why do you use such hurtful words?" Robin rolled his eyes and began to walk back to the Shepherds on the main beach. Tharja scrambled after him, running to just a few paces behind him. "Where are you going?" She asked innocently. "To find your husband." Robin muttered. He scanned the beach, picking out the priest amongst the others.
Robin made his way to the blonde man, waving in greeting. "Libra!" He called. The priest looked up from his book, apparently having the same thoughts as Robin. "Greetings, Robin." He nodded. "What do you need my services for?" He asked.
Robin gestured to his back, where Tharja was affectionately pushing up against him. Libra's face fell for a brief moment before being replaced with his usual smile. "I understand. Forgive my wife, sir." Robin shook his head. "No problem."
Libra managed to peel Tharja off the tactician, the former muttering something along the lines of sun-tan lotion. Robin sighed, attempting to make his way back to isolated spot. As he expected, another interruption impeded his progress. With a high-pitched girlish shriek, the princess dived in front of him. "JUSTICE CABAL!"
Robin just barely managed to stop his palm from meeting his face. "Stop evildoer!" Cynthia yelled, wielding a large stick like a lance. Well. Robin thought. If it's gonna be like this. Robin referred to his memory, attempting to remember exactly what plan would fit this situation. Ah! Plan 4-C, that could work perfectly! Rising to the challenge, Robin modified his voice to a deeper pitch. Starting with an evil chuckle, he began his exposition.
"Hah! You think you could startle me so easily, Princess?" Robin added an evil cackle to his speech. "Fool! I shall defeat you!" Bringing his hands above his head, Robin arced a weak thunder spell from his hands. With careful precision, he threw the sluggish spell at the girl. Cynthia easily avoided the spell, lunging forward with her 'lance.' Robin backed up under the shade of a tall palm tree, about to ready another spell.
A cheerful cry resounded out from above him. With feigned terror, Robin looked up to see Morgan balancing precariously from the top of the tree. "Checkmate!" The tactician-in-training yelled, dropping from the tree and onto Robin.
When Robin finally pulled his head from the sand, he was greeted with the sight of his wife shooing away the two younger girls. Smiling sheepishly, the tactician sat up and began to brush the sand form his hair. "Must you entertain them?" She tsked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Robin opened his mouth to reply, but stopped as his brain went off the rails. Severa was wearing a very...fitting one-piece swimsuit. Red in colour, it seemed to hug her curves perfectly. Robin worked his jaw up and down dumbly, muttering occasionally to himself. Severa, realizing why Robin had become so silent, quickly turned around, a blush prominent on her face.
"Idiot!" She mumbled, dropping into the sand beside him. Robin smiled gently. "How can I not become dumbfounded, seeing you dressed in that?" Severa's face turned a deeper red. "...Thanks." She spoke under her breath, and Robin could barely pick up on the words.
He moved closer to the twin-tailed girl and placed an arm around her shoulders. "Did you know Morgan was going to do that?" He asked. Severa shook her head. "No, I was actually looking for her earlier, but she ran off with her friends before I could catch her."
Robin's face turned serious for a brief moment. "When I catch her, she's going to get a talking to." Severa turned to face him, eyes widened slightly with shock. "Are you serious? You've never yelled at her before."
Robin scoffed. "No, I don't think I could ever yell at her unless she really did something terrible. No, I meant I wanted to talk to her about how dangerous it was to climb a tree like that." Severa rolled her eyes. "We ARE fighting a war, you know." She flicked his shoulder. "It's hardly the most dangerous situation she has been in."
Robin sighed. "I know, I know...it's just..." He took a deep breath, red flecking his cheeks. "I feel like I have been settling in to this whole 'father' thing recently. I want to hold her and keep her sheltered form the world." Severa smiled, much to her chagrin. "Just the other day-" Robin continued. "-I saw Inigo talking to her! That boy..." He hissed, sounding surprisingly evil.
Severa nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't let that scum anywhere near Morgan." she affirmed, scowl growing on her face.
Robin smiled and pulled his wife closer. "Look at us, already filling out our rolls as parents."
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As the sun began to set, Robin finally slammed the book shut with a satisfying thud. Beside him, Severa groaned and rolled onto her back. "Done already?' She asked lazily, enjoying her time bathing in the sun. "Yes, Sumia really should get more books by this author..." He mumbled off, studying the cover of the novel closely.
Rolling her eyes, Severa settled onto the blanket she had been laying on for the past few hours. Finally, she had found some quiet time to spend with Robin, PRIVATE TIME, that didn't include sneaking away in the middle of the night. She was enjoying the time immensely, though she would never let anyone else know. Yet, like most couples shared, they seemed to have a bond. Robin always knew what she was thinking, and vice-versa.
Severa felt the sands move slightly beneath her and the blanket shift. She felt the inevitable touch of Robin, his warm hands gliding over her shoulders. Settling in beside her, Robin draped an arm and placed his head down on the sands.
"Sev?" He asked after a few moments of silence. "Mhm?" She replied, unconsciously edging slightly closer to his embrace. "Have you ever tried a different hairstyle?" Severa pulled her torso upwards, balancing on her elbows. "Is my hairstyle not good enough?' She hissed.
Immediately Robin knew he had offended her. "Of course it's lovely!" He praised. "I mean, more of, have you tried a different style just to see how it looked?" Severa scowled. "Why should I? I don't have near as great hair as my mother..."
Pulling her close, Robin kissed her cheek. "You're right." The blonde mercenary looked about ready to hit the man. "You have much better hair then her. You have a much better personality than she does. You are better in every way I can think of and more."
Severa felt her cheeks heating up. "I love you." Robin spoke quietly. Severa stood, avioding another one of the man's kisses. Confused, Robin stood up as well. She tentativley grabbed his hand, leading him over to the palm tress behind them.
"Sev? What's going on?" He asked. Severa faced him, a red blush prominent on her face. "I want to show you...something." She spoke softly. "Something?" He echoed.
Severa rolled her eyes. "Yes...something!" Robin gave her another dumb look. "Ugh! Somthing..." She trailed off, letting a small amount of huskiness into her voice.
"Oh!" Robin exclaimed, his cheeks heating up as well. "Something!" He replied with a smile. Huffing, Severa pulled him into the trees.
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Moonlight danced on the waves, casting the beach in a silver gleam. A slow wind rustled the palm trees, and the dying fires of the Shepherds glowed a soft orange. Severa, Robin, Cordelia, Vaike, and Morgan all gathered around a campfire, cooking a strange food called 'smores.' "Dad?" Robin called out, making Severa's eyes roll.
Vaike shot the tactician a murderous look for a brief second, quickly replaced with a smile. "Whatdya want, Pupil?" Robin laughed. "Could you pass the marshmallows?"