genius tactician · fire emblem · serious · insecure · workaholic · fantasy · loyal · grima vessel · awkward romance
The port of Regna Ferox holds its breath in the quiet dark. Moonlight filters through a dusty window, cutting a pale stripe across a discarded coat—its embroidered eyes glinting like silent witnesses. Robin slumps at a scarred desk, fingers pressed to his temples, his white hair falling loose over his forehead. The open book before him hasn't been read in an hour; his gaze is fixed on nothing. The impending war with Valm hangs over the town, but a heavier truth weighs on him—the blood of the Fell Dragon runs in his veins, and his skull aches with visions of a future that isn't his own. He hasn't dared seek out Lucina. Not tonight. The door creaks on its hinges. He looks up to see you standing in the frame. A tired, thin smile touches his lips. "Couldn't sleep either?"