#svarmodiig

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Sunset was looming in. The Shepherds were getting ready to call it a day, groups were assigned to take care of various errands. Chrom was walking around the camp as his per usual to make sure there is no problem when he heard some kind of..humming? It came somewhere close to where some crates were stacked on top of each other--the provisions and various equipment, no? Chrom carefully walked to where the humming came from and peeked to see the source. He saw Inigo standing there humming to himself before he started ...dancing? Inigo can dance? well, he is Olivia’s child so that’s not surprising. 

Ship Rate Meme// Open Always

Robin x Sumia

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

((ooc. Honestly I don’t really have that much of an opinion on this one, but going by their supports it seems to be pretty cute. The idea of them both being book worms, although having for the most part very different tastes in their books, is also rather cute. I might rate it higher if I could ever be bothered to develop it more, but for now it’s okay.

I also love the idea of Cynthia being Robin’s daughter, and Morgan/ the twins being Cynthia’s siblings. That’d be fucking wild.

Robin x Olivia

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

((ooc. okAY so probably everyone saw this one coming but g o d d a m n do I love this ship. I love their supports, I love their relationship, I love the way they talk to and treat each other, I love the children they have together and they dynamic they have with each other and their kids 

I JUST

I really love this ship. They’re both shy and reclusive but they’re perfect for each other. 

Also look me in the eye and tell me pink-haired Morgan and Marc and ivory-haired Inigo aren’t gorgeous. Go on. I’ll wait. ))

Do yourself a favour and RUN WHILE YOU CAN

“W-what!? Why would I need to ...!?”

       `  this isn’t the time to be fooling around , inigo .   don’t you see ?  every day ... it becomes harder and harder to change the course of time .  if only ...  `   without warning , lucina cuts her final sentence off .  her hand instinctively moves to grip the hilt of falchion -- the very one her father had once clenched with such ambition .  her heart is heavy , so heavy .

            “ YOU’VE been here before, I can tell ... What bussiness do you have in Valla ? Outsiders aren’t very safe here so you must know what you are doing “

Jia looked the other up and down, he could sense lingering bits of the air of valla on the other, it was strange that he could tell but this was his home and he was very connected to it, even if they were both here now he knew this person was here before... but he did not know how long before, but he was curious nontheless.

Laurent approaches Inigo with a book in hand.  already, he’s smiling, which is rare in itself, without mention of the fleeting nature this war often brings those from the future.

         The feeling of spring is crisp in the air and it’s the slight breeze (not wind, much more soft and gentle) that first wakes Owain from his slumber. There’s a weight on his arm from where Inigo is curled up next to him and he honestly thinks nothing could be better right now. The war is over and they’re finally allowed their peace, something they’ve been fighting for, for so long now. Not only that but they can finally stay in an actual soft bed now, not on the stony ground or on a pile of straw. 

         He can’t help the grin that makes it’s way onto his lips as he leans over to press a kiss onto Inigo’s forehead, careful not to stir him awake. He deserves the sleep after all those nights spent awake and plagued by nightmares. Or, that’s how he would have thought if he hadn’t been overcome with the sudden feeling of excitement in his chest. 

          He leaps up off the bed, then proceeding to scoop Inigo up into his arms, kicking away the covers before heading out of his room, not setting his lover down for one second. Not even allowing them to change into more.. day clothes or smooth his ragged bedhead down. He makes his way down to the castle gardens, early in the morning where the birds are still chirping and flowers just starting to bloom.