9HELLO EVERYONE! WELCOME TO TIME WANDERS ON!
I usually consider fight scenes to be something I am actually pretty adequate at it. I take pride in it. Describing and imagining it...it's pretty natural for me. Now...dialogue and character interaction... NOT so much.
Everyone needs to expand, so I decided to not have a chapter with 2000 words being devoted to some crazy swordplay. As great and fun and...epic it is for myself, that's not what this story is about. So I get to suck it up. Yippee for me!
Oh, I also reclassed Frederick into a Knight then a General. Hence, Iron-Wall Frederick. In case any were wondering.
Anyways anyways anyways. Let's go to what we all are here for. Hopefully you have a helmet.
It was not often Morgan heard a story where her unstoppable mother managed to lose her touch in a one-on-one sparring match. Hearing all of this for the first time, it brought a whole new light upon, well, everything. Mother didn't really mention the past with such an overwhelming look of melancholy and contentment in equal measure.
Lucina stood there, a glow seeming to capture her presence. Her heartbeat quickened at the warmth of happier times and better nights. She looked back at her daughter, his pride and joy, who had a look of pure intrigue and interest shinning on her face. Lucina mirrored the contagious grin out of reflex, hers paled in comparison, but still faithful and true all the same.
"Sooo," Morgan started, her tone teasing. "I seem to notice you took quite a notice to him, even then." Her eyebrow raised accusingly at her mother, a mischievous smirk and a playful glaze over her eyes. If she didn't know better, she'd daresay that such a question was rhetorical.
"If anything, your *simpleton* of a father is a natural at unintentionally claiming the hearts of hopeless maidens." Lucina carried a simple yet elegant smile, one that Morgan rarely had the opportunity to see.
"You do not know how weird it was for me to go from "barely being noticed" to receiving multiple death glares when we started to get our rations together. I'm surprised Tharja didn't manage to kill me."
"Is that when father had swept you off your feet, then?"
She was met with a nervous, embarrassed cough. "Not quite. We hadn't even thought of each like that." There was small break, trying to accurately recount how things had gone then. "Well. We have never shared such thoughts together."
"Whatever do you mean?" The intrigue once more getting the best of her daughter, another reminder of him.
Lucina facepalmed at the comment, not able to contain the snicker though.
"He seemed to watch his words around me. But that didn't stop the occasional outburst about how bad it was for me to "not have my own pillar of support to lean on", or "Just one smile can drive the worry someone has for straight out of someone. Myself included". He said such things quite often."
"We shall battle together," he said on when he trying to find new approaches with my fresh recruitment, "I've watched you fight plenty of times, and I would be honoured if we became partners. It would solve a lot of problems that way."
The time-traveler tried to fix the hereditary messy hair that her dearest had obtained from her Father. Can never stay neat no matter how hard I try. She decided to mark her memory for a shopping spree in the near future.
"We had a bad habit of being assigned to cooking and cleaning together, as well as our patrol schedules." Morgan's ears being attracted to the possibility of estranged gossip about her parents.
"After stopping the tyranny of Walhart in Valm, we started to see much more of each other off the battlefield. He made a habit out of making me understand his jokes by saying them more often and in a greater tangent."
"Ewww!"
"Huh? What is it, darling?" Lucina said with hint of worry.
"His jokes make ME cringe, Mother! And I'm his daughter. I HAVE to love him!" Both princesses got a good laugh out of that one. Lucina popped her daughter on the hand, although it was lightly and in good humour.
She paused, a smirk commandeering her usually stoic expression. "His excuse was: "I just love to see you smile. And hear your rare laugh. It's like to me what candy is to Gauis". Also, "Morale is important". He also managed to get that out."
"He blushed and tried to escape after he said that, didn't he?
Lucina could not contain herself, rapidly shaking her head as she collected her wits, reeling and complaining of her chest being in pain from laughing too much. "Nooo! Well...yes! But it didn't help what I had said in response.
"Oh no Mom. Dad can only take so much flattery before he shuts down...you should know this!"
"Well...umm. Yes, I do now. BUT I didn't then, mind you." She cleared her throat, her hand clenched to her breastplate as she steadied herself. "I told him that I enjoyed his company. And that I couldn't see myself having such a great time with anyone else."
Morgan seemed to halt at this.
"Oh Naga...what happened after that."
"Well...he said he preferred spending his time talking to me. And that he often thought of me when he was alone and not busy with war formats and the like." She stopped, turned, and gave a nod. "That's NOT when he panicked and ran off. It was I who got the final word in."
"Do I even want to hear the next part?"
"I often find myself wanting to spend time alone with you as well."
"..."
"..."
Both women fell against one another as they dove into hysterics. So much so, that tears found their way into the fray. This went for quite a bit, as both of their eyes were now red from the unrelenting barrage of giggles and laughing fits.
"That's not even all of it either!"
"No mom! Stop! I can't...ugh...take anymore!"
"He stuttered for a good few minutes there, and his face got so red I thought he had come down with a fever. Or perhaps a cold! I put my hand on his forehead without even thinking anything of it." She wiped the last tear from her eye, more threatening to poor down as well. "He couldn't look me in the eyes for a while as I practically interrogated him about what he ate at our last meal."
"WAIT! I KNOW THIS PART NOW! Doesn't he start sweating and finally takes your hand off of him?"
"Then he holds it without any words or comments, THEN drops it like it was a wyvern dropping?" Morgan held her hands to her head as her mother continues to bombard her with new information she could potentially exploit. Her brain running every scenario.
Lucina only made this worse, as she was not quite finished just yet. "He looked right into my eyes, and that's when I started to get flustered. We just stood there, which did no good at helping me at all, as I slowly became absorbed by the breathtaking green that stared back at me."
"And there was NO indication that he liked you?"
"My past experience's with the opposite sex was, in short, Inigo. Not a good impression to cover everyone." She seemed to shiver at this, but it didn't seem to cause her to forget where she left of at as her face seemed to glow in anticipation.
"We almost kissed then..."
At this moment, this pivotal event marked where Morgan literally could not stop herself from making the same noises Sumia made when she would watch Lucia. A range that went from "Aww's" to the ramblings that Cherche made to Minerva when she gave her a bath.
"He blinked a few times, let go of me, and said he had left a candle on in his tent."
Morgan broke free of her teenage fantasy stupor, and merely tsked at her oblivious mother.
"Maybe you are just as oblivious as he was! And Dad is quite a dense little man." Morgan scoffed, not really surprised at all.
"The next day he mentioned he had been thinking of new strategies when he remembered the candle being left out. He wrote it off as him suddenly coming up with solutions to finding the gems for the Fire Emblem. And that it had gone off to being one of his tactician episodes."
"How dare he use that as an excuse! Those are quite real, I'll have you know!" Morgan humphed and folded her arms on her chest, turning her face to her left with an air of disgust and superiority. An attribute that would make her similar to Maribelle in more ways than one.
Lucina slouched, the features on her face contorting painfully. An expression she seemed to have dropped oft of late.
"Yeah. I'd venture to say he was dense. But he was also charming. Always finding a way for me to break out of the walls I had built up to hide behind," Morgan easily recognizing the emphasis on past tense, regretting her choice of words, she tried to flip the tables and learn more about her amazingly ignorant tactician of a father.
Lucina's piercing blue eyes, the Brand of the Exalt catching the light as a lone runaway tear gently cascaded down her cheek as she dreamily responded, her soft and airy voice mimicking how distant in her thoughts and memories. A small escape from reality. Morgan caught on to the words that were not yet spoken.
"You needed him." Morgan continued, striking with utmost precision.
Lucina nodded, wiping her face with her hand.
"He allowed me to think." She shook her head, correcting herself. "No, REALIZE. That I didn't have to pretend to be super-human. I didn't need to solve everything. To bear all the pressure of a future that wasn't guaranteed. I didn't have to pretend that I had to rectify everything on my own anymore. I was able to lean on someone else. Instead of having the alternative: to shoulder the fears and pains of everyone else. Alongside mine."
"He gave you a sense of security you had never really felt before. A place which brought freedom and happiness through little moments like these" Morgan paused, flipping the growing bangs of her messy hair out of her face.
"..."
"Buutt things weren't always like that sweetie." She played with her hair haphazardly. Lucina's eye seemed trained to catch the attention of a stray particle of dust as it lazily made its way past her face. Morgan found this making her quite anxious. Annoyingly so, in fact.
"You mean before you two fell helplessly in lovveeee?" Being met with her mother's familiar glare, she raised in her hands in defeat.
"It was the same night your father confessed his feelings." She stopped, exhaling heavily as if preparing herself for another story of her origins.
"He has a bad habit of bringing things up at the wrong time," a small giggle accompanied her words as she spoke them. "For being a tactician, he couldn't seem to use those abilities of observing and formulating correct strategies outside of the battlefield.
She put her hand to her chin in contemplation, humming a small tune. "Well. Maybe just me."
He shoved the blade into its temporary home inside the bandit's newly-made chest cavity, the thick ooze of blood spluttering out, leaving its track as a lightning shaped wound in the bottom left of the abdomen right above the rip cage.
A look of surprise followed by a draining of colour in his face; the proof his life had been taken. Gracefully pulling back, the noise of skin, bone, and muscle against steel resounding as it escaped it's fleshly prison. Robin let out a breath of relief as he wiped his forehead free of its sweat, shaking his head exasperatedly at the similarities between now and his waking moments. He was brought out of his referee as Chrom smacked him harshly on his back, startling the Tactician to say the least, as he nearly doubled over from the force behind the blow.
Robin lightly shoved him back in contempt, a face of mock hurt that the pair were used to. They both shared a much needed, heart felt chuckle, with Robin wielding his ever-so trademark smirk.
Neither of them however were prepared, for as soon after. Lissa made her way, quite steathfully to Robin's apparent shock, smacking her brother in the back of the head with the head of her staff. Chrom whirled around and clutched the area of impact as the Grandmaster of Ylisse hunched over and broke into laughing sobs.
After receiving a kick that knocked the wind out of him, however, he fell to the ground gasping for air.
"That's what happens when you to run in to save the day. Gawsh did either of you learn ANYTHING in the last decade?"
Robin got up, inhaling deeply, scratching his kneck in retaliation. "I seem to remember Chrom's need for justice and my need to cover his recklessness taking priotiry." He pointed at the Exalt, condeming the man. Then pointed back to Lissa, who seemed flabberguasted at what he declared.
"YOU should know by now the importance family has to him." He would have been taken seriously if he didn't have the faintest lop-sided grin forming on his lips.
Lissa brandished her staff once more, walking dreadfully slow towards the revived Fell-blood. All jokes aside, Naga better be offering more lives at this point.
"It was all in jest! I swear it! Chrom, tell her!"
"What's that? I can't hear you! Must be the ringing from his same headache you're about to receive yourself!"
"I swear by the bloodline of the First Exalt that I meant no offen-OUCH!" He grasped his forehead, the pain easily spreading across. He found himself at a loss, he could have used this same idea as a battle formula. He always found her somewhat defenseless, that is, until now.
"And THAT is for my neice!" She stomped off, eager to resume the trek to Yllisstol.
Robin found his way over to his Prince, both still clutching at their newly appointed wounds. They both made jokes about how pathetic the other was, all in good fun. Robin realized there would be no bear meat this time around, meaning they'd either have to find somewhere else to rest and eat or try to make it straight there. No rest stops.
"How is Lucina, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Personally. I thought getting some time away from a vagabond such as yourself would do her some good..." Chrom's face went into a passive state, Robin now seeing what seemed like new wrinkles on his forehead. "I find myself regretting thinking such things so casually."
He sighed, looking off to the sun as it reached the position marking that it was around 2 p.m.
"She was devastated the first two months,Robin. The first was filled with a zealot's faith and a maiden's hope. The second was filled with a widow's sorrow and an orphan's doubt. She drove to improve her skills and abilities, the same way she did before you used yourself as a much needed distraction. But this time with more fevor, more resentment."
Robin hung his head low in shame, and regret. Chrom noticed this, and perked up. "Morgan has been a handful. More so than Cynthia if I dare admit it." Robin's head rose at the name, his face still at a standstill.
"She's helps keep my daughter grounded. Has had to endure quite the training regiment to do so." A smile crept up on the blue haired Lord's cheeks. "She had it rough as well. From doubting to preaching, she never truly gave up on you."
"I didn't know it would take that long, Chrom. I didn't know what was going on. How to speed things up. I almost regret making the decision in the first place."
"Robin, if you started second guessing yourself now, I won't forgive you. AND you won't make it back home to your wife either. That's not a threat. It's a promise."
"Haha. Still. It's so strange for me to hear you say that word so normally."
"Felt forced, didn't it?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
"HEY! HURRY YOU'RE SLOW BUTTS OVER HERE BEFORE I START ROUND TWO!"
The two grown men rushed their way to the sides of the younger, childish princess. Their newly found fear as intense as their love for their family.
"Still won't be able to call you dad though."
"Please. Never do that."
"Wait. Robin! That means I'm your aunt!"
"I will glady do anything to stop you from saying that word ever again."
"Hehehe! Are you suurre?"
"...I can't wait til this is over."
"Just think, your reunion with everyone else just may be as painful as those words!"
"Chrom, I have no problem with eloping with your daughter and moving to Plegia."
Chrom and Lissa both stopped, shooting daggers into the traitor. He started sweating, waving his arms frantically in denial that he would do such a thing easily. This however, did nothing to sway them.
"Robin. Remember how I said I could make it to where no one would have known you came back...?"
Gulp.
I am SO SORRY I haven't updated this in so long! I'm practically rewriting this whole thing from scratch honestly. The plot anyways. I am so horrible at dialogue and getting in grammatically correct AND for it sound good. I hope you enjoyed this, as I am literally working on chapter 4 right now!
PLEASE review and tell me any comments, compliments, or complaints you may have! I love hearing everyone's opinion!
ALSO. Can't wait for FATES. I CAN'T WAIT TO BE A LORD/MANAKETE
Finished at 2:35pm July 7, 2015