#fearlesschalyabs

Ginger Snap (Ginger and Chrom) , Lichtenberg (Yarrow and Rayze [Not a character officially!]) @thatismhgy

Ivory Diatonic (Tentative name for Chrom and Ivory) @elucive

Chrome Silver (Chrom and Mia Winters) @fearlesschalybs

[In the future: Jaunedina and Jaunetania (Jaune/Undina, Jaune/Tittania)

Celestine Maidens (Tittania/Pyrrha), Silver Shield (Chrom/Pyrrha)]

@chainlightniing: Ginger Snap.

“You’re a bit out of practice, aren’t you?“ The Huntsman gripped Ostinato tightly, taking even breaths as Ginger recovered; she seemed to be in even worse shape than he was. His legs were now only pistons instead of Gods that mortals could pray to for safe passage, and while a fresh bun out of the oven was a major contributing factor to Ginger’s now less than peak performance, the lack of exercise (aside from sex and some stretching to alleviate the pain) didn’t do her any favors.

“Shut it, Sharp. You’re just jealous I can still jerk you around after doing nothing for nine months.” A soft laugh escaped his lips, and he gave his wife a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Ginger, jerking around was all you did for those nine months! To the marketplace, to the sweet shoppe, to the battlefield when you shouldn’t have…” Sharp jabs were traded; strong words for a fist to the side.

“And we’re both alive. So is Russet.” And before Chrom could say anything, Ginger felt something.

Regret? Hesitation? Whatever it was, it was bothering her.

The jab with her left turned into a quick combination; one to the ribs, another to the face.

Chrom was sent reeling back, and he grimaced, holding his side. “Just because you’re still alive doesn’t mean it was a good idea! You can’t gamble like that when you have a child, Ginger!”

“And it never stopped me!” Her voice was as chipper as ever as she slammed her fists together. “If you’re so angry, bring it, old man.”

Chrom let out a high pitched scoff at the startling rebuttal before calming himself, a smirk on his face as he gripped his weapon a little tighter.

…Alright, then. We’ll talk seriously later.

@chainlightniing: Lichtenberg.

The tall man wiped some sweat off his forehead, squinting to look at a familiar, dirt covered, battle scarred blonde through some corn fields: walking down the road less traveled was a blue eyed, muscular woman that he was proud to call his wife, covered in scars and glistening in the sunlight.

Never a dull day…

He sprinted through his crops to the woman, picking her up and spinning her about with a grand old smile on his face; she was sweaty and smelled of strong, strong coffee and spices, and she was home again.

“Miss me, hon?” Her voice was low and warm like the coffee she smelled of; comforting after the days she’d been gone…

He responds with a quick nod, setting her down and gripping onto her hand. “Let’s get you some grub.”

The inside of the rustic looking home was quaint; family photos here and there, a weapon rack above the fireplace, Electric Dust cables to power the insides (thank you, Chrom connections)…t’was only a one story building, but to the Tiera/Astrapios couple, it was more than enough.

The blonde strode into the house, taking off her leather boots before taking a tight hold of her husband’s shoulders: pulling him down to meet her face to face, Yarrow planted a long, passionate kiss before strolling off to the bathroom. “…Have anything for a sandwich?”

Rayze was still standing there, a little dumbstruck.

@elucive Ivory Diatonic

Music is the silence between notes.

Chrom can hear the crackling of fire, the chirping of cicadas. Aura has done him many favors, and retaining his hearing was one he was forever grateful for.

He could hear the light snoring of the white hind faunus just behind him; he was never much for noise as he slept, but he’d grown used to it. At least, he had to: a noisy father, noisy roommates, noisy environment…the sound of silence was a rare thing, indeed.

So much sound was always around.

He stepped back into the tent, taking off his dress sneakers and sliding off his clothes before looking over at his companion: a year his senior, they had only met a month or two ago…yet there they were, sharing a tent without any qualms.

Why? They shouldn’t have been this close, not so soon…he was a gentleman, and while nearly every ounce of his being was dedicated to making sure he didn’t get into a relationship, well…

His heart was arguing with his head. So much noise…so much rabble about what he wanted.

He stared at her sleeping form, gently brushing loose strands of yellow away from her face with a smile, and everything felt silent for a moment as a soft smile made it’s way onto her face in response.

A soft hum escaped his lips, and he slid onto the makeshift bed, shutting his eyes.

Rest well, Ivory.

@fearlesschalybs Chrome Silver

Chrom quietly stands near the airship dock, and as the redhead comes out, he begins to walk away; the rapid sound of footsteps catch up with him, and the Atlesian gives him a flying hug from behind, arms wrapping tightly around his sides and clasping together over his chest. He’s quick to hold his ground though, slamming his right foot down in front of him and letting her weight press down against him. “What, I don’t get a ‘Lady Mia!’ or a ‘I missed you!’?” The well dressed Huntsman in training gives a smile in response, turning around as she started to go.

His right hand moves to the top of her head, lightly patting it; his smile grows as he leans down a little to look her eye to eye. “I missed you, Lady Mia. I figured you would have appreciated a little more subtlety.”

“T—That’s not…!” Her cheeks flare up as she digs into her pocket, pulling out a rather familiar looking skill toy.

“Here! Be glad I took care of it and didn’t toss it away!” Chrom takes a pause, looking at the metal orbs connected by silver cord…that…

“I was going to ask if you saw it; it had gone missing when you had left. You had it…?” Her heart freezes, and her body follows. Her eyes widen, mouth dries up, pupils dilate, hands are sweaty.

She pulls out her rapier, and lunges at the first year: his body goes all the way back to a rather large fountain, slamming into the base.

He’s quick to recuperate; he gets to his feet calmly before lightly dusting himself off, watching as she sprints over in front of him. “If you wanted a begleri, I could have asked Stizza. The two of you seem to be on decent terms.”

“You moron!” Chrom winces at the insult, and he shrinks a bit. Mia can feel something in her chest, something awful, and her tone softens. “I-I didn’t mean to take it, you know! I forgot to give it back to you when you let me borrow it to fiddle with!” She spins it around her index finger with practiced expertise before tossing the fidget device to him…how strange that her hand felt so empty now.

“I…” Chrom catches his custom made gift, eyes shutting. “Right. I’m sorry; I should have remembered.” He’s a bit more quiet as he steps closer to her, placing a small box in her hands. “Welcome back, Mia.”