a nostalgic song

Of all the things that Chrom had expected to grace his exalted presence, this boy did not even make the top hundred. His first reaction is to sputter incoherently - he had none of his older sister’s composure in situations like this. It’s not the sort of surprise that spurs Chrom into drawing Falchion, which is a kind of surprise that he has no idea how to deal with.

There is a nagging feeling at the back of his head that tells him that this isn’t the first time that he was put in such a position. What sort of man had he been in his previous life? Does he want to know?

When his mind has finally slowed down a notch, Chrom realizes the absurdity of the situation. This — this is his own room, isn’t it? Yes, that’s right - he had every right to be here. He has every right to be unpacking leisurely, and this boy had no right to be prancing about in his room with nothing but a bathrobe and — does he smell flowers?

“I’m the pervert—?” Chrom can’t keep the indignation out of his voice as he suspends his disbelief. “Oi, keep your voice down — “

He doesn't think too much of it right now. He needs to put some distance between them then find himself a weapon - his hands feel strangely empty as if he had always held something of some weight with them. He has no explanation for that either but maybe, just maybe, this readiness of his is some sort of subconscious feeling that he's always have. Something that he's always known all along, but forgotten...

Maybe...maybe all this time, he'd always known that one day, he would fight an intruder naked...

Toto narrows his eyes, examining Chrom carefully. He will not be deceived by his innocent acting. If Toto were a pervert, he would act exactly the same way. He makes an inconspicuous glance for the sword behind Chrom before making his move.

Toto kicks sharply, sending his slipper flying at Chrom's face. He then dives forward and rolls across the floor while his enemy is distracted, uncurling at the foot of the sword. With ease and expertise that amazed even himself, he snags it cleanly off its stand and bears it on both hands, sheathed.

Toto shifts the sword uncomfortably. Something's wrong with the way he's holding it. It doesn't feel right. How does he know that anyway? He's never held a sword before.

"No, it's not me," he thought, his eyes wandering at the sword in confusion. "It's the sword. Its weight isn't the same...the same? The same with what?"

Heavier...wasn't it heavier...?

Now that I’m accepted, it’s time to make an introductory post~

Hey, I’m Kris! I’m the group’s future Elsa and I’ll be looking forward to meet you all. This is my first time portraying as Elsa from Disney’s Frozen. I heard it’s a great movie but I plan to watch the movie if its Dvd comes out! I’m a multi-para novella writer and I love placing my muses in different types of situations.

[So when you're up for some fun and adventure and friendship, drop me a word. I may also be rather slow. Like you, I'm still quite new so I'm still getting the hang of things. Also midterms month I guess.

[And yes I reblogged this. The text limit in the reply box wasn't enough. I'm such a rambler.

           Right now, a lot of you are getting that god-awful grey box in place of your gifs and icons. After using the image upload option, go into HTML editor and add an s after the HTTP of the image URL and put a 31. in front of the media in place of what’s there, or if nothing’s there, you shouldn’t get the grey box. Example.

Grey Box.

as opposed to this.

In a way, she had given him this freedom, hadn’t she? While Emmeryn sat on the throne, Chrom was free to become his own person. He tried to help his sister in whatever way that he could, but it came with none of the nation’s expectations. Here in Hajime, Chrom had even less to contend with. There is no weight in his footsteps except for what he chooses to put forward.

It’s more than he needs, but it is nice that his apartment is well provided for. He is pleased to see that the room even contains a stand for his sword (he does not realize that it is actually a very stylized umbrella stand). He mounts Falchion first before unpacking everything else. The only posessions besides the sword were his clothes, the shoulder guard, and a love letter that smelled of ash. He can barely make out the faded words, but he treasures it all the same. Better to love a wife that he cannot remember than to never have loved at all.

The door's pushed open as a person unceremoniously teeters into the room. He grumbles incoherently under his breath, eyes closed, and arms swaying lifelessly on his side. He moves like a drunkard but he neither smells or looks like one. His blond hair was soaking wet and has the distinct smell of floral shampoo, and he's butt naked if not for the bathrobe that has graciously spared him and many eyes the horror and embarrassment.

"Stooooppp! Can't eat....any more...of mangoes!" Toto cries out deliriously, tripping on his own feet and falling right on Chrom. He pushes Chrom away sleepily, his senses slowly coming to be.

"Whaaat....?" He blearily opens his eyes, looking up at a man burly man almost doubled his physique. Huh? Who's he? Toto recalls that he has been taking a relaxing warm bath, enjoying his private time alone. But it looks like he isn't as alone as he thought....wait, wait...WAIT A MINUTE.

Toto looks at Chrom in complete terror and screams.