Ink Black Eyes

"Well that's good... I'm glad your alive at least." Chrom said with a small smile before looking to the soothing and reassuring hand that touched his upper arm. He could feel the emotions coming from that touch alone, and he smiled a little more at Cat. He was glad Cat was here with him. They haven't met that long but he felt like he's known the tactician his whole life.

He looked back to Rosalia before looking to Cat when he spoke up, "This must be serious. Very well let's head into my tent and hear her story." he said as he opened the tent flap open even more to allow the two inside.

Rosalia saw the interactions between the two and suddenly felt suspicious that there was possibly more going on between the two. She almost felt jealous, but mentally berated herself for thinking that. This wasn't her world after all.

"Before... Before we talk though. Please believe every word I say... I really am telling the truth." Rosalia explained quietly, finally speaking. Chrom looked to her strangely but nodded as he waited for the two to go inside.

"Chrom wants YOU" — art by Finni Chang

Oh Freddy. We love you so very much even though your stat growth is horrendous and you’re completely useless after the first couple chapters.

And indeed, almost immediately after they’d set foot inside the camp, there was a familiar voice from their right. Cat jumped a bit involuntarily before turning to look guiltily at Lissa.

"Calm down, Lissa," he muttered, in an attempt at placation. He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes at the mention of Chrom. "I wasn’t gone that long. And I’m fine. See?" He gestured vaguely at his perfectly healthy body for emphasis.

Thankfully, the cleric was distracted with their… guest. Cat looked at Rosalia and paused for a moment, faltering. Ah… The look on her face… Cat could see it; the pain that flickered through her eyes. Right… This must be… difficult for her. He could imagine it; being surrounded by people you knew, and yet they don’t know you in return… Cat hesitated for a moment, thinking that he ought to say something to comfort her, but he’d never been good at comforting, and there were no words on his tongue.

He ended up touching her arm, a little awkwardly, without really thinking about it. “Er. Lissa, this is Rosalia. Rosalia…” She knew her already, no doubt, but… “… this is Lissa.” He swallowed and dropped his hand. “I found her in the field to the North. She…” He hesitated. “Well… We should probably sit down and talk about it with Chrom.”

There was another voice then; “He’s returned his tent, I believe, since he couldn’t find you.”

Cat glanced up to see Frederick walking towards them, a javelin balanced against one arm. The great knight’s lips were pressed together in that way that betrayed his irritation. Though he said nothing in Rosalia’s presence, Cat could tell he’d be in for a scolding later. Well, Frederick the Wary was ever against solo patrols. "You’re our tactician," he’d say. "You must be more careful about going out alone." Cat had used similar lines on Chrom, but was irked to hear them, nonetheless.

So he cut his eyes away as he greeted the other. “I see. We should go meet with him.” He turned his dark eyes back to Rosalia. “Then we can discuss things properly.”

"I won’t be joining you, as I have the evening patrol with Cecilia." He nodded politely to Rosalia, though his gaze was a little suspicious, and then looked back to the tactician. "But I will report to you later, Cat."

Cat narrowed his eyes a bit and then nodded. As the great knight walked away, he exhaled faintly before turning back to the others. “Let’s go, then…”

They made their way quickly through the camp before pausing outside of the lord’s tent. Cat rapped once on one of the wooden poles and called out; “Chrom?”

…

Rosalia almost flinched when Cat touched her arm. She was also glad for that because it brought her back to reality, out of the darkness of her mind. Her lips quirked up in a small smile at Lissa as she finally opened her mouth to greet the cleric back. "Hello Lissa." she said, even though she already knew the other girl. She was cautious about telling the girl of her origins at the moment. Cat took it surprisingly well, but she didn't know about Lissa or the others for that matter.

Lissa smiled back at the other girl, "Its nice to meet you Rosalia!" she said before looking to the side when Fredrick walked over explaining where Chrom was. "Ah that's right! Chrom will probably want to see your new friend too Cat!" she said.

The smaller of the two tacticians grimaced seeing Fredrick come up to them. She could already see the irritation set in his eyes, she was after all a stranger. It stung at her heart again but she shook it off, Frederick the Wary was doing his job after all, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She quietly nodded her head in a greeting after Frederick before she quickly followed after Cat towards Chrom's tent with Lissa following them from behind.

Her heart started to nearly hammer within her chest with each step closer to Chrom's tent. Once they were in front of the tent her heart was beating nearly a mile a minute as sweat collected at the palm of her hands. She didn't know if she was ready to face him yet. The man with the same face as her husband but yet so different.

Quick footsteps sounded before the tent flap opened up to reveal the Lord himself. He looked to Cat with a relieved smile but there was also a hint of sadness within his eyes. "Cat there you are... I'm glad to see you are unharmed. But you should know better than to go out alone." he scolded lightly towards the tactician before setting his eyes on Rosalia.

Rosalia swallowed down the lump forming in her throat as she let out a soft gasp when she saw the sadness in Chrom's eyes. She remembered that sadness well, it was right after Emmeryn's death. Which means, they must have just finished the Plegian war, or got away from Mustafa's group. Her hand reached out slightly, wanting to comfort him before she pulled it back quickly to her chest. It wouldn't do for her to do that.

When he shouldn't have; he shouldn't have had to go through this. It was Cat's plan that'd been flawed...

The tactician was silent for a second before shrugging, half-heartedly. "Yet here I am, alive and well," he offered, before tracking Chrom's gaze and looking to Rosalia as well. Then there was more awkward silence; the obvious question that hung in the air. Eventually, Cat stepped forward. Like Rosalia, he felt that urge; that urge to touch the other, to comfort him, somehow, because he so obviously needed comfort, even if he'd never admit it. Unlike Rosalia, though, he could act; his hand settled on the lord's upper arm, soothingly.

A reassurance; I'm here, his touch said. However much that was worth...

"Chrom, this is Rosalia," he explained, in a low voice. "We met by chance in the field to the North." He hesitated, looking to the dark flier. "I think we... all need to sit down. She has some things to tell us."

...

This whole thing was… a rather odd coincidence. Of all the people to meet… Cat could not help but wonder how else their stories were similar. Did she have amnesia as well? And had she served the Shepherds just the same during the war with Plegia? There were so many questions on the tip of Cat’s tongue, but he held them back, nodding when Rosalia asked about getting somewhere safer. Right… They were still just standing here in the middle of a field, after all… And though Cat was armed and quite capable, he didn’t want to test their luck.

"Our camp isn’t far," he explained. "Start walking now, and we should be able to reach it before dark." He had just been out for a walk himself; something that was a bit ironic, considering he always scolded Chrom for going out alone. He needed to, though; he needed to be alone sometimes to think…

Turning back towards camp, he gestured for Rosalia to follow.

…

Just as Cat said they reached the campsite before it got dark. Almost immediately Rosalia felt like a foreigner. She knew all these people at the campsite, but they didn’t know her. A sense of sadness washed over her frame. She was already starting to miss her universe. Almost anyone would feel what she’s feeling though, being thrown into a world so similar to your own, yet so different all the same.

"Cat there you are!" A cheerful, with a hint of worry, voice yelled out running towards the two tacticians. The blonde twin-tailed princess skidded to a stop before them. Lissa, the princess of Ylisse stood before them, nearly out of breath. "I was so worried something may have happened to you! Chrom has been looking for you too! He was worried something may have happened to you!" she yelled out before finally noticing the dark flier.

"Oh! Who is this Cat?" Lissa asked curiously.

All the while Rosalia was frozen in shock, her voice caught in her throat. This was happening all to fast for her brain to catch up. This is probably the first time she’s ever been left speechless like this.

And indeed, almost immediately after they'd set foot inside the camp, there was a familiar voice from their right. Cat jumped a bit involuntarily before turning to look guiltily at Lissa.

"Calm down, Lissa," he muttered, in an attempt at placation. He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes at the mention of Chrom. "I wasn't gone that long. And I'm fine. See?" He gestured vaguely at his perfectly healthy body for emphasis.

Thankfully, the cleric was distracted with their... guest. Cat looked at Rosalia and paused for a moment, faltering. Ah... The look on her face... Cat could see it; the pain that flickered through her eyes. Right... This must be... difficult for her. He could imagine it; being surrounded by people you knew, and yet they don't know you in return... Cat hesitated for a moment, thinking that he ought to say something to comfort her, but he'd never been good at comforting, and there were no words on his tongue.

He ended up touching her arm, a little awkwardly, without really thinking about it. "Er. Lissa, this is Rosalia. Rosalia..." She knew her already, no doubt, but... "... this is Lissa." He swallowed and dropped his hand. "I found her in the field to the North. She..." He hesitated. "Well... We should probably sit down and talk about it with Chrom."

There was another voice then; "He's returned his tent, I believe, since he couldn't find you."

Cat glanced up to see Frederick walking towards them, a javelin balanced against one arm. The great knight's lips were pressed together in that way that betrayed his irritation. Though he said nothing in Rosalia's presence, Cat could tell he'd be in for a scolding later. Well, Frederick the Wary was ever against solo patrols. "You're our tactician," he'd say. "You must be more careful about going out alone." Cat had used similar lines on Chrom, but was irked to hear them, nonetheless.

So he cut his eyes away as he greeted the other. "I see. We should go meet with him." He turned his dark eyes back to Rosalia. "Then we can discuss things properly."

"I won't be joining you, as I have the evening patrol with Cecilia." He nodded politely to Rosalia, though his gaze was a little suspicious, and then looked back to the tactician. "But I will report to you later, Cat."

Cat narrowed his eyes a bit and then nodded. As the great knight walked away, he exhaled faintly before turning back to the others. "Let's go, then..."

They made their way quickly through the camp before pausing outside of the lord's tent. Cat rapped once on one of the wooden poles and called out; "Chrom?"

...

rlervine asked:

Although when she heard what he said next after introducing himself, her eyes widened completely. Her suspicions were confirmed now, she really was in a different universe, and possibly time, from her own. A universe were she doesn’t exist. That thought alone scared her. It would mean she would have never met her dear husband, Chrom. Have two wonderful children that she loved so much. Although she stayed calm as best as she could and looked up at Cat.

"I know this is going to sound crazy… but please believe me when I say I arrived here through some portal. I had gone, well more of fell, into the Outrealm Gate. I believe it brought me to whole new timeline or another universe even. Because I myself am the tactician of the same band, or army now, called the Shepherds." Rosalia said with a truthful tone as she stared into his eyes. Her eyes held nothing but truth in them.

Then it was his turn to look surprised, black eyes widening as he looked at the other. It really wasn’t that crazy of a story; Cat knew how the Outrealm Gate worked, in a roundabout way. At least, he knew what it did, and he knew that it was quite possible for people to travel between dimensions and through time, no matter how ridiculous the notion seemed. But to think that this woman was… the Shepherd’s tactician as well? From a time where…

Where…

He swallowed imperceptibly. “So does that mean…” he finally ventured after a moment, averting his eyes as he carefully chose his words. “Does that mean that Chrom found you lying in a field, as well?” Somehow, it was a little unnerving to think of this girl filling his role. The way she spoke… and she’d held no recognition for him… Did that mean that he didn’t exist in her timeline?

…

She heard him swallow before asking his question, “Yes. He found me lying asleep on the fields. I’m guessing it is the same for you?” she replied before firing off a question of her own. Grey eyes looked around the area before looking back up at Cat.

"Might there be a place we can sit and speak? A field hardly seems the place to have this conversation, seeing as there is a chance we could be attacked at any moment." she mentioned before realizing that her Pegasus was missing. Meaning he either didn’t fall through with her or something, or someone, had spooked him enough that he flew off. This also meant he flew off with her tomb and spear. She was completely defenseless.

"And well… as you can see I am unarmed." She muttered a little sheepishly.

This whole thing was... a rather odd coincidence. Of all the people to meet... Cat could not help but wonder how else their stories were similar. Did she have amnesia as well? And had she served the Shepherds just the same during the war with Plegia? There were so many questions on the tip of Cat's tongue, but he held them back, nodding when Rosalia asked about getting somewhere safer. Right... They were still just standing here in the middle of a field, after all... And though Cat was armed and quite capable, he didn't want to test their luck.

"Our camp isn't far," he explained. "Start walking now, and we should be able to reach it before dark." He had just been out for a walk himself; something that was a bit ironic, considering he always scolded Chrom for going out alone. He needed to, though; he needed to be alone sometimes to think...

Turning back towards camp, he gestured for Rosalia to follow.

...

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☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

☯ : Genderbent headcanon

⋆ : Sex headcanon

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

♤ :  Cooking headcanon

☻ : Mood headcanon

Robin: “Chrom. That’s a nice thing you made.”

Chrom: “Robin. You have a nice thing too.”

Robin: “Mine is better.”

Chrom: “No, mine is better.”

Robin: “You wanna say that again, bitch?”

Chrom: “Bitch, I’ll say it any day of the week.”

Owain: “Look at this hand. This is a nice hand.”