#amnesicplegian

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Everything had been going well in the beginning, but Chrom should have known better than to think that just because something started off well, that it would end that way. Before he knew it, Robin and himself had ended up completely separated from the rest of the Shepherds. It had been days since either of them had seen a familiar face besides one another. At first, he hadn’t been to concerned about it since he figured that Robin would be able to guide them back to their camp, but this entire area was unfamiliar to the both of them. To top it off, they had no idea if there were any enemies around them, but thankfully they hadn’t encountered any while they had been traveling to try and find camp.

Adding to their mounting problems, last night Chrom woke up drenched in sweat, but he didn’t want to worry Robin since there was already so much that was going wrong already. He figured that he had just overheated himself by having the blankets on him while having his partner by his side as well. He decided not to think anything of it and assumed that it wasn’t a sign for anything worse to come. As the day went on, he found himself becoming increasingly tired just from doing the smallest tasks. Whenever they walked for more then a few minutes, he felt like they had been hiking all day. He continued to stay tight lipped, brushing off Robin’s concerns and telling him that he was fine, even though he felt the exact opposite.

However, later in the afternoon he could tell that something was seriously wrong. That this wasn’t something that was going to go away that easily. He had to stop walking and brace himself against a tree to catch his breath. Sweat was covering his body and his face was flushed from a high fever that he didn’t even realize he had. The world started to spin a little and he desperately tried to keep himself up right, but he didn’t have enough strength in his body to do that. He didn’t want to cause more problems for Robin, but he knew that he needed help.

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What would a tactician like to read? Silas checks what he considers the “tactics” section of the library (thick tomes chock full of dry paragraphs describing historical battles and the strategies employed by both sides. Silas once opened one on a whim and closed it as soon as he saw tiny words). All he finds for his trouble is a tactician--the wrong one, green-haired with strange red eyes like Corrin’s, who glowers at Silas until he hurries off with shivers in his spine. Silas continues his search, glancing into each aisle in hopes of spotting stark white hair and a purple coat.

Silas knows Robin, a little bit, though he’s more familiar with him on the battlefield than outside of it. His mind for strategy is on par with Kiran’s, but there’s still an aura of mystery surrounding him that keeps Silas from getting close. Silas curses himself for his wariness. Had he known Robin is suffering like this, he would have reached out sooner!

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     The sight of gloomy and socially inept Tharja at the public training grounds is a rare sight indeed.

     Standing at the far end of the training ground, her movements seem languid, even lazy in the way she gestures with minimal effort to draw her hexes into existence. In the distance, sigils of Plegian origin flicker and dance around the head of a training dummy before stabbing clean holes through its straw-stuffed interior with needle-sharp beams of purple light. The hex fades and Tharja lets her arm fall to her side, silently contemplating what a living target would have looked like on the receiving end of that hex.

     Today she has come upon a rare opportunity. A training session with Robin is not only a chance for her to learn more about her dear tactician, but a chance for her to show off as well, to demonstrate her prowess as a dark mage. If she impresses him, maybe she could earn his praise and respect--or maybe even his devotion.

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Chrom was playing around with a stick, laughing to himself as he pretended that he was wielding a sword. There were other kids around since they were all allowed on the playground after lunch, but he was content with playing by himself. Sometimes he wished that he had a friend because he would see everyone playing together, but the last time that someone wanted to be his friend, they ended up only wanting to be his friend for all the toys he had. 

His parents had sat down with him and told him that he had to stop being so trusting of other people, but he still didn’t understand. He just wanted people to be his friend, but his parents were always wary of anyone who wanted to be his friend. He hoped that one day he could have a best friend that he could go on adventures with and wouldn’t have to spend his play time alone.

He was attacking pretend monsters when he turned around and saw the new kid in their class get pushed down. He frowned to himself and couldn’t believe that the other kids were being mean to him. He knew that he shouldn’t get involved since kids were bigger then he was, but it wasn’t right for them to bully someone. He tightened his hold on his stick and ran over to them, yelling and waving it around.

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How embarrassing. Robin thought to himself, cringing as he held the box tightly in his hands. Having been overwhelmed with work per usual, he hadn’t noticed Chrom’s birthday come and go. Now those hurtful glances the prince had been sending his way made sense. Gods…I’m surprised Chrom hasn’t confronted me or worse, break up with me on his birthday when I didn’t do a thing to celebrate. He thought to himself, taking in a deep breath. Well, all I can do now is to try and make it right.

“Chrom?” He entered their shared quarters, a small, meek smile appearing on his features.

“I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about your birthday. I was so focused on my work, it just…slipped my mind. But, I did get you a gift. Here, take it. If you can’t forgive me…I understand.” He held out the box for him, bowing his head.

When Chrom was younger and Emmeryn was still alive, birthday’s were always a grand celebration. She had always made sure that it was a special day and Chrom would never forget how loved and cherished he felt during that time. The first time his birthday came around after she had passed, he almost wished no one had recognized it. Nothing felt the same and instead of being a day of joy, it was just one of regret for him. He was constantly reminded of the fact that he was alive and his sister was dead because he hadn’t been able to save her. His only saving grace that first year was Robin. He had always been able to find solace in his partner, even before they had gotten together, but he had managed to make that first birthday without his sister special, without doing much.

It wasn’t an expectation that he had that Robin needed to acknowledge his birthday. He knew that the other didn’t like talking about the subject of birthday’s in general, but he couldn’t help but be excited when his birthday rolled around. He was hoping to spend the day with the man he loved, just enjoying one another’s company and maybe having a special dinner for the two of them. He never was one for material items and much more preferred to spend time with the people he loved above anything else. However, when the sun was beginning to set and Robin hadn’t said anything, let alone even come out of the library that day, he felt his heart being to sink a little.

He tried not to be upset, he knew that the other was busy, they all were, but it hurt a little knowing that his partner had forgotten his birthday. He was never one to hide how he was feeling, but that night, he didn’t feel like bringing it up. He didn’t want Robin to feel bad about missing it, especially since it really wasn’t all that important of a day to begin with. It wasn’t like he was small anymore and there were lavish parties thrown where his parents friends would come over and dancing and laughter could be heard all throughout the night. 

Even though a few days had passed since his birthday, he still hadn’t been able to truly shake that hurt feeling. He had been hoping that Robin hadn’t been able to pick up on it, because he truly didn’t want to make the other feel bad over it. He knew he was awful at trying to hide his feelings, but he had been trying his best to act like he normally did around him. He had been lost in thought when Robin entered their room and slowly turned around to look over at him when he called his name. He blinked a few times, processing what he was saying before gently taking the present from him.

He smiled up at him, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes before he shook his head lightly. “Thank you, Robin. You didn’t need to get me anything for my birthday.” He meant that earnestly and didn’t expect his partner to get him anything. He would have been content simply having some time alone with him, that was a good enough present for him. “I know you’ve been busy. I forgive you. You don’t have to worry about it. You know that it’s hard for me to be upset with you over anything to begin with.” Even though everything he said was true, he was still trying to mask the fact that it truly had hurt knowing his partner forgot about his birthday.