#chrom sharp

The Fall of Beacon had hit just about everyone hard, it seemed.

Chrom sat down in that small little tavern, in that small port town with a good chunk of Lien in his pocket...but going to Atlas to find his teammates was of high priority, and while there was plenty of food in the galley of the ship he’d be riding in, the price of admission to get on was a bit much.

...The solution, it seemed, was a bit closer in reach than he thought.

The town’s mayor wanted Huntsmen and Huntresses to gather in that tavern specifically to organize a defense...and while he spoke on about the importance of defending the port town (something most everyone knew; after the fall of Vale, it was the next biggest city, the next method of escape from Grimm infested lands...), Chrom’s eyes wandered the tables.

Getting organized meant finding a partner to take half the night shift.

Chrom sits at the corner where they would meet after class and thinks about the distance that was between them. Across the US, wasn't far in his mind back then; a three hour time gap, a day in a car to get there and even less time by plane.

Before she left, it would've been a nice trip. After, it was a universe between them. Calls were frequent, video calls rarer, both felt whole enough to keep them alive but just hollow enough for them to break after.

His phone rings. “Hello?”

Mia smiles, tapping his shoulder from behind.

“Hey.”

As I wrote this, I contemplated on the hardships of a long distance relationship: my insecurity which lead to paranoia, the difficulties of having parents on the other side that only saw the bad in me, that couldn’t comprehend that what we felt, at least for a time, was love...

Chrom quietly sits on a chair, looking at the white haired heiress (well, the main white haired heiress) patiently; he’d found out where Weiss Schnee was, heiress to the SDC and, by proxy, savior of his family and their livelihood. It wasn’t too difficult to track her down after the team ceremonies, after all…and while she’d let him in, he was devoted to serving the person that would next be in charge of potentially saving many other lives.

“I’m not here by your father’s orders, Lady Weiss. To be quite blunt, if I were here on his orders, I wouldn’t be following them. I serve you of my own accord.” His eyes trail to the precariously hanging bed atop the noble’s, and a small frown forms on his lips…that seemed dangerous.

Really, they should make the entire bunk bed situation more stable…

“That being said,” he rises from the chair, russet eyes fixed on the fellow first year, “if you’d like me to take my leave, I shall; I’ve a team of my own to look after, after all.”

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He quickly turns to face the door, a blush on his face; when did...?! He’d just entered the room! Was she hiding somewhere? Maybe in another stairwell...it was so early, too!

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The gent was quick to remove his suit jacket, neatly hanging it up before turning to face...wait. Daughter?

Oh, Dust this is Lady Euryale’s mom.

His expression remained calm as he gave a respectful bow; Mistrali mannerisms hadn’t quite left him yet, even after the years had gone by. “My apologies; I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself...my name is Chrom Sharp.” He raises from the bow, making sure not to look the woman in the eyes; bad manners, right?

“I was here yesterday for your daughter, and I wanted to speak to you in private regarding something important...” He could feel his heart skip a few beats as he slipped his hands in his pants pockets...he was what, 24 and he felt like a freshman at Beacon again! It was an important topic, perhaps, but he could feel cold sweat run down his hands, and his mouth was getting dry...

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Chrom shuts his eyes tight at the small flick, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips. “Never one to mince words, you are...but you’re wrong.” His brown eyes open as he turns to face a window.

“I’m not just here for you; I have a few other people I want to instead bring to Mistral. I’ve heard about Atlas from Undina and Tittania...more importantly, their schooling and military practices.” An airship passes by, and his eyes are on it like a hawk; it seemed to be setting said eastward...

“E-Excuse me?! All this was just for…” He could feel his heart race faster as he scrambles to his feet, quickly pointing a finger at the mystery woman with a Sharp glare.

“Y-You…! Out! This instant!” He punctuated his words with a quick stomp of the floor, cheeks flushed.

Why are you so persistent?!

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Chrom walks back to RUST’s dorm, taking a passing glance at the note...it didn’t seem relevant, at first.

...And then he remembered, and he swore he could feel a fever coming.

W-Who DOES THIS?!

He quickly took the note and a pen, hastily and forcefully jotting down a reply before racing toward the redhead’s dorm and sticking it in the door knocker.

...The only reply was a very bold, very tightly written “No.”