#grimaed

                                      𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬                                                         ↪ ( accepting )

🔷️ - tracing shapes on my muse’s skin

Dawn fluttered through the semi-transparency of their tent. Air dust shimmered in the beams of light that shied Kamui further into his pillow. He could never get used to such bright mornings where the sun welcomed him every day. It was a routine to hide away, to sleep further into the afternoons, to cling to the seconds that Robin spent at his side. They were similar around these parts of the day. Tired, not wanting wake up and face the world ahead just yet, nestled into each other until duty calls and they had to lug themselves forward. Even when they seldom rise before noon, they’d go back to sleep and rob each other of the minutes.

His breaths were gentle and tired. The sun was too bright for him to open his eyes. So there he laid as fingers danced on his naked back — padding over his bones and muscles, lining together birthmarks and dipping into the grooves of his scars. Half his face was pressed into the plush of his pillow, and he could physically feel the muscles in his face tugging upwards.

           ❛     not that good with making promises i can’t keep,     bubbles.     ❜       snicker escapes him without a second thought,     right eye shutting slightly at the feeling of lips kissing the band aid.     hey,     look at that,     a kiss for good luck   !     maybe he truly should heed robin’s advice,     since being reckless in the battlefield isn’t exactly the safest thing     (   stride without a care in the world  ;   fight to protect those that matter most.     ).     green hues study his friend’s face a bit    ——    jubilant,     beaming,     safe.     that was his purpose to continue fighting.     the bonds forged reigned STRONG,     never once faltered through their conflicting ideals    &    fickle traits.     they tied them closer,     closer,     it created something worth protecting.     a friend that saw him more than a thief,     a friend that could understand him.     (   you really are something,     aren’t you,     bubbles   ?     )

he looks at him with FEAR.

❝ YOU-- ❞ he wrenches out, sword in the same manner. he swings without the force to cut, and how DARE he allow himself to be caught off guard. but his eyes could pierce; they dart about at their rivaling features, which are surprisingly soft and without malice, but that’s what they ALL thought. he holds the blade at the other’s neck, and with grima’s hesitation akin to his own, he makes out: 

welcome, robin!

the world of YLISSE has already been registered within the STARGATE. your access portal to the stargate will be located in PLEGIA.

when entering another canon you will be allowed to retain your ability to use THORON.

happy world traveling!

   It was the start of a long night for many. Passing through canyons neglected by nature certainly proved to be daunting on it’’s own - yet it seemed insufficient to fate. As their group pressed on through the treacherous terrain, Risen had fallen upon them, practically spilling from the derelict rock walls.     No lives were lost, but the event were quite nerve-wrecking, bringing the morale to a sudden slump. Though, of all people aside from Chrom himself, Tiki was aware of who had suffered the deepest blow of all.     She stood there, outside that person’s tent. Rumors and whispers of sympathetic concern had traveled throughout the army, eventually reaching Tiki’s ears; their tactician was plagued by horrid nightmares. When the Manakete first caught wind of this rumor, she grew somewhat concerned - though she respected his privacy and refused to pry. After all, it was what she would have preferred, herself.    However...recent events left and unsettling feeling churning within the pits of her stomach. She could hardly imagine the pain that Robin was enduring after such a close encounter with disaster. So, it was then that she felt the need to intervene. There was no doubt that he was downtrodden by guilt and - perhaps - a lack of confidence.     For the sake of the world which her dearest ones sought to protect so long ago - she could not allow such a curable risk to affect their mission.     Just as well, she could hardly stand by and watch such a familiar soul become illl with torment.