#amnesiums

He was dead.

He wasn’t dead.

He was dead.

He wasn’t dead.

Henry looked down at his hands, his once lavender eyes now glowing red from the dark magic that had brought him back from death. His skin was more gray than its normal pale hue. Confusion was clear on his face. He shouldn’t be alive.

Memories of his death returned to him, the cries of his friends behind him as he jumped in the way of an attack to save them.

He couldn’t remember who they were. 

        ELVÓTHIEN KNOWS THAT the tactician ALWAYS seems to be busy, but since arriving to Ylisse, there was little time for them to talk -- to get to know one another. She is ARGUABLY Chrom’s best and most trusted friend, and he speaks so very highly of her. And so, now that she is well acquainted with ALL of the Shepherds, save for one, the little brunette haphazardly approaches her. 

        ❝ Robin! Do you have a moment?❞  Her soprano voice is soft, and so very suddenly is she struck by SHYNESS. ❝ If you are not TOO terribly busy, that is.❞

       ❛ Whoo ! That’s great -- double great, since it means you get to take a break, too. Which you probably totally need. ❜ He’s not oblivious; the norm around these parts seems to be working, working, tirelessly and humorlessly -- Robin often the worst offender of the bunch. What a perfect meeting, then, of opportunity and necessity ! 

♠♂♠-- “Ah, Mother! Your hair!”

Morgan had been in the stables all day, petting the mounts and feeding them. It was his turn to take care of them, and he found himself PAMPERING them, brushing their manes until they GLEAMED and sneaking them all sugar. He’d gotten up so early he’d forgotten to properly greet his Mother for the day.

When she’d came in the stables in search of him, her hair was a mess. He could tell she’d been up ALL NIGHT working on the strategy for the next campaign, as her ponytails were two different heights on her head.

Sad and Soft  {Sentence Starters}

      ❝ Oho! So the lady can’t bear to part with me, is that it? ❞ His grin is wide and flirtatious, accompanied by a wink.❝ Worry not, my dear Robin, for the feeling is quite mutual. ❞

      Virion sits himself down, though his attitude shifts from his well-known obnoxious demeanor to one more quiet and settled. Robin is too earnest in her request for him to take it for granted, though he would be pleased to see a smile on her face regardless.

The sun is just beginning to set, BEAUTIFULLY painting the land in WARM hues of reds and golds. Most of the camp would be settling down to eat soon and Morgan was always EAGER to be in the center of their nightly dinner gatherings. However, he still has some TIME to himself before then of which he is currently occupying in the woods just outside the camp's perimeter. 

He doesn't expect to DISTURB anyone as far out as he is which makes this the PERFECT spot to sit while he works on yet another song he's attempting to compose from scratch. He just finishes what he deems to be a very CATCHY chorus, scribbling it down on a sheet of paper placed upon a book in his lap, when he looks up to see he has been GRACED with an audience of one. Tanned cheeks flush ever so slightly but do nothing to prevent the grin which so easily parts his lips.