My Dankness is Danker than yours

Owain kept up the pace with the boys footsteps and walked along the sidewalk, looking up to the school. It was rather larger than his last school was, by far. He huffed and pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket, his schedule and what classes he was taking.

He tapped his new friend on his shoulder and held the paper out to him, “Help me find my homeroom at least pleeeeeeeeease?” Owain smiled and nudged him a bit. Owain was always pretty close with anyone that could put up with, “Oh oh by the way, my name is Owain. What’s yours? I don’t think your name is friend huh?”

Owain was his name. Yup. Just Inigo’s luck. He at least seemed genuinely nice. Although, Inigo wasn’t big on the nudging. 

“I… I can try.” Inigo offered. Truth be told he didn’t even know where his own homeroom was. His schedule was buried in his back pack so he wouldn’t be able to check until they got to the school.

About fifteen minutes into the walk, Inigo figured the boy was here to stay. Well, that was how he befriended Severa. After months of never contributing to a conversation, she stuck by his side.

He turned around to Inigo and almost was vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t sit still and certainly couldn’t contain his excitement. “C’mooooooon!” He pointed to a piece of paper on the wall inside. 

“That has our homeroom classrooms! C’mon I wanna see if we’re in the same class or not. I hope we are. I hope we can sit next to each other too!”

@lunaofylisse

Owain had everything set up, he knew that Severa would be over soon. He invited her to his tent so that hopefully this date would go according to plan. She sat waiting for him, and he didn’t want to keep her waiting for too long.

“Sorry about the wait, I needed to grab the hair ties that won’t hurt your little delicate head.” He smiled softly to her and kissed the top of her head. “I know you love when I tie your hair up for you.“

Severa would seek out Owain to do her hair most times because he would just do it for her out of the blue. 

As they sat down in their usual place on his bed, Severa tugged out the ties holding her hair up, combing through it with her fingers as it fell down her back.

She forgot sometimes just how long her hair was. The tips of it rested against the hem of her pants, but it was tangled. No worry, though - Owain was always gentle when he brushed it out for her. Despite how frizzy her hair could be, he was always gentle, and it was always perfected braided.

“Oh yeah, I figured to start learning magic so that mom would be proud of me. She always loved to see me try new weapons out. Except the lance. The lance was not fun and you do not wield that as you would a sword.” Owain was more focused on her hair so his normal speaking went out the window. 

He got all of the tangles out of her hair and started to properly brush it. Feeling the softness of it in his hands made his heart race. He did truly care for Severa, almost as much as he did for Inigo as well. Having her here in his room, even being in Askr, she still sought him out specifically just to do her hair.

When he felt him move some and his head was lifted from his shoulder. Damn, Odin liked having Laslow actually be somewhat affectionate. He closed his eyes when Laslow asked his question. Why was Odin up this late? Could he get away with the excuse that he was hungry? No Laslow could see through his lies too well.

He took a deep sigh and set his food bowl down, thinking and pondering how to word himself without being over-theatrical. “Well, perhaps I’m just seeking the comfort in the night itself. Odin Dark cannot bare to be away from darkness just like how you cannot be away from romance itself!” He wasn’t necessarily lying.

“In truth, I couldn’t sleep. I kept seeing their twisted painful faces. Grimacing as they were slain by our enemies. Mother…” Odin stopped talking when he mentioned her, his throat felt like there was a heavy lump in it. If he spoke anymore, the tears would start.

While Laslow’s head was moved, he was still shoulder-to-shoulder with his friend. It was just enough contact to reassure himself. He chuckled at the usual theatrics. If he had asked seriously, Laslow probably would’ve smacked him but this time he just wanted something to keep himself awake.

Hearing Odin describe his own terrors, made him feel guilty to have asked.  It was almost ironic that the two were awake for similar reasons. The nights either of them had a peaceful nights sleep were getting to be extremely rare. 

He looked at his food and brought his knees up some and slowly started to eat the stew. It did remind him of his mother, but he knew that she was alive and well off doing her own thing. When would he ever return to her side though? Did she think he was dead?

“Inigo. Guard Severa. I promise I’m gonna fix this.” He unstrapped Missiletainn from his belt and planted it in the ground next to Inigo and Severa. “I promise…” Those words he held true.

He knew that risen were attracted to heat, thus why they came after living beings. They were warm, but if Owain could produce something warmer than them. Then maybe he could.. He tossed his medical supplues bag to the both of them.

“Severa, Inigo. You two are my best friends. I’m so sorry my stupid actions got us in high water like this. Heal yourselves.” He gritted his teeth and reached into his leg pouch and pulled out a fire tome. One he had been practicing on using and it was about time he put it to good use.

“Remember? A promise is a promise.” He gave one last grin to the both of them, then to the remaining risen he saw. He wanted them away from his friends. Quietly chanting the spell he needed, fire appeared in his hands and he threw the ball of fire deep into the woodland area. It dying out before landing. But the risen followed it, thinking it was a larger group of people.

Owain casted it again, this time holding the fire steady and running from his friends with it. The risen chasing him and leaving his friends alone.

White spots rapidly clouded his vision when he felt Severa’s hand against Inigo’s open wound. “Shit!” he muttered through gritted teeth.

 Warm tears formed at his eyes from the searing pain. Okay… it was a lot worse than he anticipated. Without even thinking his hand met hers in an effort to release the pressure. Sure Severa was trying to stop the bleeding but Inigo could barely keep his focus with her hand pressing against him. 

By the time he regained his vision, Owain had thrown Missiletainn and the medicine pouch in front of them. Only when he saw the red tome did Inigo understand what his friend was doing. A mix of emotions welled up inside him. Most of his anger had turned into fear and panic.

“Promise my ass! OWAIN!” he tried yelling but the myrmidon was already en route. After letting go of Severa, Inigo summoned all of his strength to try to stand. He was able to run a short distance after him before the white spots returned. The mercenary barely felt his feet collapse underneath him or the tears rolling down his cheeks. Hell, he didn’t even feel his body hit the ground. All he felt was the agonizing pain from his side.

Severa coughed on her words, watching her friend run off like a madman. She expected a a blaze of glory, for him to cut down the Risen as though it were easy. Instead Inigo collapsed, and Severa cried out, hand reaching for him.

Risen swarmed him immediately, and Owain was still cornered as well. If she did nothing, they would be killed. But her wound still throbbed in pain, and small streams of blood kicked at her collarbones.

Her mother would tell her to be have resolve. Strength. If she were here, she could do this.

Fighting through the sting, Severa tied her makeshift bandage down, holding pressure without requiring a hand. She could still feel bleeding, but it was stunted - it would have to do.

Slowly, wobbly, she crawled over to her sword, grasping it and standing upright. Two options presented themselves - defend Inigo, who was defenseless, or go help Owain, who lacked a proper weapon. To chose either would be condemning the other. She couldn’t do that.

There was no time to come up with a proper plan, and so Severa did the only thing she could think of. Jogging a short distance away and ignoring her pain, Severa held up her sword, took a deep breath, and screamed.

“Severa, Naga dammit! You are injured I left medical supplies here so you could heal yourself and Inigo.” Fuck! Inigo was on the ground in bad shape. He picked Severa up and trotted back to Inigo, setting Severa down. He looked to her and then to Inigo, they both were messes. The makeshift bandages around them. 

Owain grabbed the bag of medical supplies and tore it open. He handed Severa a concoction, “Drink it, it’ll burn your throat a bit but it’ll help.” He paused and sent another shot of his fire magic to the risen. Fuck fuck fuck! They wouldn’t stop coming after them. 

“Drink it fast Severa. We don’t have much time. I’m carrying both of you to safety, we can’t stay here and I’ll get you both proper medical treatment.” He picked Inigo up and leaned him against his chest. He pulled Inigo’s shirt up to get better access to the wound at his side. He placed a cloth to the wound and gently wiped away the excess blood, placing some leaves to his wound and then the gauze on top of it. He knew it wasn’t the cleanest but it had to help.

Owain took Robin by the hand and gave a proud smile at his accomplishment. Defeating the evil that held their dear tactician in its clutches. Then EVERYONE wouldn’t call Owain’s plans stupid anymore. Because he had the ultimate plan.

“Everyone’s darkness can be cured! Well, except mine. It courses through my blood and it’s uncontrollable! It cannot be contained by anything! ARH! My aching blood!” He did his “normal” pose, striking his hand in front of his face.

“My plan will be the best eve-.. Wait. What? You can’t remove your darkness?” Owain actually stopped to listen to what Robin was saying. Was his darkness truly not fixable? Did their beloved tactician like having his darkness and didn’t want to fight it?”

“Robin… I… Do you want your darkness to be gone? Or are you happy having it?”

There was no use hiding it from Owain. He had witnessed the future for himself, wherein Grima ruled the land and destroyed everything in its path. Grima had taken his body, wore his face, and brought forth mass destruction upon all of Ylisse and beyond. Those who did not understand blamed it upon Robin. Perhaps it wasn’t his fault, but still, he took responsibility. As much as it brought him disdain, as much as he hated it, as much as he wished it weren’t so, he was born with Grima’s Heart. He was part of Grima.

“It isn’t a matter of whether or not I want it, Owain,” Robin replied, drawing in a breath, his calm countenance slightly fluctuating under the stress of his own thoughts, “you’ve seen…what happens in the future. I was born with Grima’s Heart. There is a part of him inside me that is both equally his and mine. If it were to be destroyed, not only would Grima die, but I would as well.” He explained, his expression pensive.

Which this all ties back to what Robin was originally bringing him in here for. Owain looked into Robin’s eyes, as if trying to glare Grima down. Speaking softly, he ran a hand through his hair, “Robin, that’s why I’m overprotective of my friends. I’ve seen them hurt beyond curing can do, Grima makes me like that. Makes me wanna protect people. But, if I can trust you Robin, then I’ll believe your words.”

Owain looked away then, should he be wary of Robin now? Grima was always with him and Owain loathed Grima. He was confused on what to believe now, would he come to trust Robin even if he harbored that demon? 

“Oh? On your own? You must be very skilled with your handy work.”

He pulled his Elthunder tome out and lightly tapped the top of Niles’ head with his tome, “Bad. God, why are you like this?” Odin knew that Niles could twist his words so he decided to not speak as often to him. Except when it came to serious issues.

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Chrom looked over at the front of the training tent and wondered where in the world his nephew could have been. He had been expecting him to rush right in, giving him his long winded title about his sword hand being filled with darkness or something like that. Chrom was barely able to keep up with what he said half the time, but he did try to keep up. He knew how much joy Owain brought Lissa, and he had to admit, in some of his darker hours, just hearing Owain’s rambling talks made him laugh.

He had decided that he could teach him some of the sword techniques that he had taught Lucina. He knew that the other was extremely eager about using a sword since every time he mentioned his sword it had to have some odd introduction that he never really understood. He wielded Falchion and never thought to give his blade a long winded intro, even though Owain had tried to convince him to give him one before. He had just fumbled through the entire monologue before laughing at the end at how silly everything sounded.

Did they wanna train with him? Was it someone who could keep up with his wise description of their weapon? He peered into the training area, seeing his Uncle training. He KNEW that Uncle Chrom would be willing to train with him. But now he needed an absolutely lengthy introduction to his Uncle.