#future-flame-emperor

A radiating ache stretched from the center of his torso to the tips of his right fingers, ebbing outward in throbbing, pulse-like waves. In a moment of confusion, Robin swore his head was underwater, surrounded by its weighty pressure. Then, abrupt like thunder following a strike of lightning, the tactician became acutely aware that he was lying on his back. Chocolate eyes flung open and he jolted upright in alarm, hissing in response to the shooting pain that greeted him as a result of his hasty movement. Instinctively, he looked to his hands, then to his limbs, searching for any obviously injuries. Though he couldn’t locate a single physical wound, traces of magic danced along his skin.

Great. He groaned to himself. With a careful, gloved hand, he pinched at the spark of magic before it leap away, drawing it close to his face for inspection. Remnants of a warp spell. Teleportation magic had a unique composition compared to other spells of that nature, and as a result, it was easily identifiable. Though mostly physically harmless, it was far from a desirable outcome. 

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #2. || Do you sleep better with silence or noise? If noise, what kind?

Well...that circle doesn’t work either. Robin thought to himself with a disappointed sigh, his calculating eyes looking to the pile of scattered papers before him, each bearing a slightly differing hand-drawn magic circle. Rather than create a spell from nothing, the tactician had decided a more efficient approach would be to adjust an existing spell. If he could modify its inherit properties, he may be able to change the outcome of its use, thus achieving teleportation. However, it seemed none of his current adjustments yielded a promising result. While it seemed to he could warp himself short, pre-determined distances, the spell was not enough to return him to his home. Retrieving his pen, Robin scribbled a few quick notes in his personal journal, utilizing shorthand to ensure none could decipher his most personal thoughts and discoveries. He only lifted his head to meet Edelgard, who was seated across from him, when she addressed him directly.

In truth, he hadn’t been completely listening to their conversation; he had merely nodded along as she spoke, only giving an irrelevant comment or two when prompted. However, when she posed him a question, that demanded his attention, and he had no choice but to temporarily remove his focus from his project.

“Well, that’s hard to say,” Robin admitted, a somewhat sheepish chuckle escaping him as his eyes drifted upward, reading his thoughts as though they were written before him, “I find the most effective way of getting myself to sleep is working to the bone. Once I’m exhausted enough I can barely keep my eyes open, I can get some good sleep. Sleeping at a reasonable time...never came easy to me.” Raising a hand to his face, he rested his chin in his palm with a thoughtful gaze. 

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #5. || 💍- They see their spouse?

A soft sigh escaped Eliwood as he continued to read over the trade agreement before him, sentences and words beginning to blur together with exhaustion. He had undertaken and crafted many successful agreements in the past, but this one was particularly complicated. He was fatigued after spending a few hours writing and he wondered if perhaps a break was in order, or if he should persevere until completion. 

That is, until the sound of a familiar voice immediately drew Eliwood from the lull of his paperwork. Straightening in his chair almost immediately, his pulse heightened in excitement, and he rose to his feet. At a brisk pace, he exited his office and entered the hallway, coming to an abrupt stop when he recognized Hector standing at the end of the hallway. In seconds, his fatigue melted away, becoming replaced with a contagious, energetic joy.

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #4. ||  31. talk about the person you love most?

“E-excuse me?” Ingrid stuttered, visibly startled. Her expression was a concoction of both shock and embarrassment; her green eyes wide as plates and her cheeks as pink as the azaleas in the monastery’s greenhouse. The question was completely unexpected, let alone from someone like Edelgard. The girl had always held herself to such a high standard and trained so seriously that she never would have imagined that she’d have interests in something like romance.

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #4. || 2. describe your ideal/perfect day?

Unconsciously, the tactician raised his hand to his chin and began to use his thumb to stroke along the smooth ridge below his bottom lip. A broad question such as this with very little context invited a variety of answer possibilities. He could reflect upon himself and his own preferences, focus on the weather, or maybe even interactions with his friends. However, as a man that never stopped working, Robin’s mind immediately drifted to his line of work. Well, I feel the best after a day with no causalities or just...when everything goes right. He thought to himself, before lifting his head.

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #4. || 10. do you prefer the ocean or the mountains?

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #3. || the moon - what are you hiding from yourself or others?

In a slow, fluid motion, Robin’s eyes moved from the left to the right, soaking in every detail of the map laid out before him. It was a map of the monastery grounds, faithfully recreated from various documents within the church. It had been a painstaking process, particularly when he had to hide the duplication from church officials, but he took pride in his work. Strategic planning was now possible with the resource, which would help in planning their approach to the future invasion. Edelgard and he had spent a significant portion of time discussing the general geography of the area, but the two still needed to consider the architecture within the church grounds. Buildings were equally as crucial, especially when anticipating reinforcements. 

Focused on his work, Edelgard’s sudden question didn’t immediately register in his mind. When it did, he stilled. He didn’t dare lift his head, though his eyes visibly widened with surprise for a brief second, before he swiftly composed himself.

“That’s an oddly specific question, don’t you think?” He replied, intentionally failing to meet her eyes, “what are you hiding from me, Edelgard?” He asked, deflecting the conversation.

From FERP Biweekly Ask Meme #3. || wheel of fortune: do you feel like you are a victim of fate?

“No.” Eliwood replied, his answer simple but certain, and given without a shred of hesitation. Though the lord had faced great hardship throughout his life, tragedies that nearly broke his spirit, he never once considered himself a victim of such circumstances. He did not believe that he had been subject to misfortune unfairly or beyond his control. It was a difficult truth to swallow, but he had failed to rescue his favor. He had made countless mistakes that had horrendous consequences. But despite the hardship, despite the gravity of the pain, he had been in control of his destiny. He believed that doubtlessly.