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((Yeah fuck it. I’m returning to a singlemuse blog and reviving my old Robin blog. I’m only really using one muse as it is anyway because nobody wants to interact with anybody else. I’ll be over here from now on.))

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( Ominous Shadow‌: )

Desert dwellers recognizing the value the value of swimming is slim.  And oases cannot fill the same niche as larger bodies of water.  Kris accepts Robin’s command , taking a dip into the tepid waters.  Wading through the crystalline sea until the water’s lapping his chest.  Given their height disparity , Kris couldn’t confirm whether Robin would feel discomforted by deeper ventures or not.

Either way , whenever the Grandmaster arrived , Kris’ arms enveloped the younger man’s waist , licking his cheek.  Then left a short , sweet kiss on the licked perimeter.  Punctuating his touchiness by nuzzling the backside of Robin’s crown.  “ I propose a game : producing the ultimate waves.  Nothing’s off limits — I’ll reward clever methods ~ ”  Taking a sharp inhale , Kris took a dip ; reappearing as his inhuman form.

“ Gentlemen first.  You needn’t impress me ASAP ; fuss over it at evenfall , if you must. ”

{📚} Robin followed Kris into the water, slowly wading deeper and deeper. When the sea was at Kris’ bosom, it was at Robin’s shoulders. Going much deeper meant that Robin would need to start treading water, and he didn’t know how well he would be able to manage to do that considering what little practice he had with swimming. However, Kris seemed to notice, so he stopped and went back to where Robin was, showing a little affection now that they were out in the warm water together.

Afterward, Kris gave Robin a challenge: create as big a splash as possible. An innocent little challenge would show off the Grandmaster’s quick thinking once more. Even though Kris was giving Robin the chance to ponder it over, he came up with something very fast. There was a large palm tree that was hanging down over the water a bit, and that was all the inspiration Robin needed to make as big a splash as possible.

“No need to wait.” Robin boasted. “I’ve already got a plan.” And with that, he waded back toward the shore and headed over to the palm tree overhanging the ocean. With a little help from his magic, Robin was able to scale the tree and he looked from the top of the canopy out into the water where Kris is, making sure the dragon was watching him as he was about to carry out his grand plan to make a huge splash.

However, Kris wasn’t the only thing Robin saw from atop the tree. There was a giant shadow looming from under the water, undulating slowly as it swam toward the shore. Whatever it was, it was huge, and it looked like it was headed straight toward Kris, who was facing the opposite direction from it and toward the tree where Robin was perched. As such, the tactician shouted out to him.

“Kris! Get out of the water!” He shouted. “There’s a giant monster headed your way! Get out before it snaps you up out of the brine!” Now that the warning was given, Robin just hoped Kris would have enough sense to retreat rather than fight off the monster and that he would do so in enough of a timely manner to avoid being eaten.

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( Concerns Fade Away‌: )

“ Yes , we’ll approach the sands and tides promptly.  Vehicular travel methods need not apply. ”  Thrusting his palm against a large flat surface , their portal materialized.  It glows in Kris’ trademark colors — and the getaway’s in sight from its narrow tunnel.  Without further ado , Kris travelled with Robin in tow , hands clasped and cheeks flushed from their prospective visit.

Sensing the ambiance of waves nipping at the shores , seagulls chirping enthusiastically and diving for meals , dolphins leaping about nearby the horizon.  The sand beneath Kris’ feet acts as a cushion for his steps ( although the clawed toenails collected sand , it’s a non-issue. ) for once since their advent , Kris’ hand unlatch itself from Robin , peering at an unwelcome sound.  The portal.  

“ Damned coordinate retrieval lag. ”  Force-closing their bridge to paradise , he resumed.  This time sprinting over to the first instance of water bordering land , where minnows fled upon sensing company.  “ The water’s stunning , Robin.  You won’t succumb to chilliness whilst entering today.  Have you knowledge of swimming ?? ”  If not , Kris considered another source of entertainment.

{📚} Robin was also bothered by the fact that the portal refused to close behind them as most portals did once the users had gone through to the other side. Was something interfering with the portal closing? Was somebody trying to come through with them? Robin didn’t remember seeing anybody else nearby who was paying the two any mind, so this seemed a bit peculiar. Kris ended up force closing the portal, however, so Robin decided to try to get his worries off his mind. After all, he hadn’t seen anybody come through, so the two of them were surely still alone on this peaceful island.

Getting his mind off the portal, Robin giggled and responded to Kris’ inquiry. “I’m not the best swimmer, but I’ve been taught the basics in Ylisse.” He commented. “Seeing as I’m from a desert, there’s not a whole lot of swimming to do there. Still, I know enough to not drown at the very least.” Granted, Robin probably spent much of his childhood in Ylisse anyway to evade the Grimleal, but he didn’t know that for certain. What he did know, however, was that their day of fun was just about to begin.

“Come on!” Robin took Kris’ hand and started running toward the shoreline. “Let’s settle into the water and start having some summer fun!”

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( Sail Away‌: )

Humans are delicate ; prone to snapping under pressure , or they physically succumb to stress.  Kris fashioned a handful of items to hopefully stave off a smidgen of Robin’s worries , if not completely.  Therefore , a small grin appears , taking the Grandmaster’s words as an successful endeavor.  An ocean’s lapping on the sand , next to his beloved , sunsets and splashing.  It’s a damper off Kris’ mind , too.

Upon listening Robin’s voice , the dragon gyrated.  He adopts a mischievous expression , scanning his fiancé’s appearance.  “ Oh dear … what a handsome specimen ~.  Mind if I adopt your resplendence ?? ”  Wrapping a tail around Robin’s cranium and eyes , Kris unclothed himself at a sluggish pace.  Making sure to accentuate each rustle of cloth removed , along with any accessories unfitting for anything involving oceans and combing through sand.

  At long last — Kris retracts his extraneous limb. White with pockets for storage , along with the signature gold outline befitting Askran citizens on the bottom hems.  As opposed to Robin , Kris’ pendant was a sand dollar as his necklace’s charm.  “ I have the coordinates and isle’s layout , so we needn’t pack so heavily.  Ready , my love ?? ”

{📚} Robin gasped as a tail came up and snaked around his head, covering up his eyes so that he couldn’t watch Kris change out of his battle attire. However, he could hear what was going on, and it sounded like Kris was deliberately disrobing at a sluggish pace to leave much for the imagination. It was almost tortuous getting to hear Kris changing into his swimming attire but not being allowed to see it. Soon enough though, the tail disappeared and Robin was left staring at the Manakete in his swim trunks. A bit of a blush found its way to Robin’s cheeks as a result.

“Y-yes, I’m ready to go, dear.” He said. “I take it we’ll be taking a portal to this island retreat, yes?” The last thing Robin wanted to do was waste a bunch of time travelling in old fashioned ways like taking a boat to their destination. The more time to spend relaxing in the sun, the better. Unbeknownst to them, however, they were being watched...

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( A Vacation Promised‌: )

“ Swim … suit ?? ”  Privatizing beaches for two alone wasn’t legal by any stretch of the imagination.  Fortunately , hidden treasures crop up ; ergo , little plots of land named islands.  Islands without population to speak of , excepting animals and plantlife.  “ Trade your attire for the swimsuit.  I can arrange a private getaway whilst you swap your clothing.  So be a dear and I’ll get to work.  Sounds fair ?? ”

{📚} “A private getaway? You’re too sweet to me.” Robin giggled as he turned away. “Very well, I’ll be back shortly.” And with that, Robin dashed away toward his and Kris’ quarters. He excitedly giggled and hummed as he ran, which might have attracted the attention of an unwanted interloper, watching from afar...

Soon enough, Robin returned to the location where he and Kris had been prior, but instead of his Grandmaster attire, he was now wearing gray swim trunks with a purple Plegian eye motif along the sides, shorter brown boots than he normally wore as a Tactician, matching brown gloves, the bivalve pendant that Kris had just given him, and his Tactician robe worn across his shoulders like a cape. “Here it is!” Robin showed off his new attire to Kris. “How do you like it?”

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(*is trying to think while I gently carry Bubbles the cat* Think Anna’s picture tomes can change size?)

{📚} “I’m fairly certain that there’s a setting in those tomes that allows for size adjustment on the fly. Not sure if it can be applied after the picture is taken or if it’s restricted to setting it before you take the picture and hoping it turns out as you like.”

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( Time to Make Memories‌: )

“ It’s one option.  As there’s a myriad of them , I’ll present you a sample. ”  Kris plucks out a scale from his draconic form from his pocket , handing it over to Robin.  “ A literal piece of me.  So if Anna couldn’t retrieve the photo tome this season , this’ll be a fair alternative. ”

{📚} “So my options are either take a unique photo to keep as a memory or put in an ordinary scale from your hide. I think I know what the superior option is.” On that note, Robin had his own plan for what to do with the picture. “Seeing as it’s finally summer, why don’t we put on some swimsuits and have some fun at the beach for this memory we’re going to make? I already have a swimsuit I obtained when I visited the Hotrealms a while ago.”

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( A Summer Gift‌: )

“ You’re a beautiful Tactician with no sense of virility , huh. ”  Sighing , Kris brandished a plain , if hardy string consisting of a seashell as its charm.  As it’s a bivalve , it’s a natural locket for certain items.  “ I have other gifts , but this one’s more poignant.  You’ll see once you fiddle with the seashell. ”

{📚} “Oh, a shell with something special inside, huh?” Robin decided not to comment on that virility quip and instead focused on the item that he had been given. Carefully, he opened it up to find... nothing. “...Huh? It’s empty?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “You said it’s poignant though... Or are you setting up for something here with an empty picture frame?”

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“ Y- yes , but let’s keep the reason , umm … indoors. ” The dragon said , blushing madly. “ That said , I’ve a surprise … ”

{📚} “...Indoors? What do you mean by that? And what kind of surprise? I would be lying if I said your responses weren’t a little concerning...”

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Kris shoves his face into Robin's chest and mumbles some nonsense into them.

{📚} “Is... everything all right? Did something happen to you?”

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( Favorite Spot‌: )

Ifa’s snappiness deterred the poor woman , for she grimaced and stepped aside.  She recognized aggression … Wyvern jaws clamping onto flesh preludes bone-crunching , or significant armor dents at worst.  Kris , on the other hand , blinks.  A fellow dragon sympathetic to Ifa’s anxiety.  So keen to Robin’s tale , too ; flushed cheeks signalling attraction over confessing the name’s origin.

This goodnessforsaken Grandmaster.  I wish he’d never yield on showing endearing qualities.  Back to business.  There’s plenty of time to gush over his beloved later.  Keeping his mental list on hand , Kris spoke in accordance to both his attraction and their new inhabitant.  Familiarizing himself with the Pygmy in the meantime by feather-light touch ( and yes , discerning any physical faults besides Ifa’s unusually small stature. )

“ … your charm’s too enticing.  I’ll collect Ifa’s necessities.  Godspeed , my love.  My assistance’s a pocket away. ”  Kris bestows Robin with a Dragonstone-like gem ; its surface reflective — it honed into Robin’s facial features , shimmering in response.  “ Communication device.  Activate it by thought ; it’ll register your biorhythm and cultivate a link.  Good luck. ” Without further ado , Kris rides off.

Hauling a miniature wagon’s worth of cargo over to their apartment , Kris entered without reservation.  Now to reorganize the space.  Sliding his palms together , he braced himself for changes.  Literal and allegorical ; he cleared and moved items about , and stored foodstuffs and other smaller necessities.  A nest-like bed occupying their room , Wyvern-preferred entertainment ; Kris hadn’t missed a beat nor skimped on Ifa’s care.

{📚} Everybody thought the wyvern’s new name was nice and endearing. With that all settled, now there was the matter of bringing everybody back to Askr Castle where the Emblan trespassers would have judgment doled upon them while Robin would be able to get a registration to keep Ifa as a pet. Wyverns were usually considered steeds, not pets, so Robin would have to get a special exception to allow Ifa to stay in his room.

Robin also needed to figure out how he was going to carry Ifa around. The pockets of his robes were usually filled with dangerous stuff for a tiny wyvern, such a swords and heavy tomes that might squish an unsuspecting pygmy. Without really thinking about it too hard, Robin stashed the tiny wyvern into the hood of his cloak for now, as he knew there was nothing dangerous in there. With that complete, Robin made his trip back to Askr.

After doing all his errands, Robin finally returned to his quarters in the castle where Kris had already been doing some redecorating. “Oh wow.” The Grandmaster commented. “This certainly looks like a haven for a tiny wyvern now. All we have to do is...” Robin reached over his shoulder to fetch Ifa out of his hood, but upon opening it wider, a distinct sound could be heard. “Oh, would you look at that!” Robin giggled. “It looks like Ifa felt safe and fell soundly asleep in my hood. I guess he likes that spot. I just threw him in there as a temporary measure, but if he likes it, maybe I’ll keep him there deliberately.”

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{📚} “...I believe it was Chrom’s father. Self centered egotistical piece of garbage who only cared about his own country and none of the others around it. He made the movement to promote pride for the land or whatever. Either way, it’s a dumb idea, what with there also being Plegia and Regna Ferox on the continent and hopefully now that he’s dead, people should return to using its original name now.”

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( Little One’s Name‌: )

When all’s said and done , Embla’s match was dismal in quality.  Gyllir shared the same sentiment as Kris ; judging by easy footwork upon the field’s clearance.  Captors grousing about currency and blaming each other for the botched operation , the binds which link them together in future imprisonment , the silent triumph shared between the special ops.  Kris managed to break away from victory-caused elation , focusing on the wyvern instead.

This lifeform grants Kris with great joy.  His cheeks alight , some chuckling and a generally calm demeanor.  Happy.  Mirthful over the Pygmy rather than accomplishing their mission ; smiling accordingly while nearing the trembling creature.  As a dragon , Kris finds solace in wild variants of dragonkin.  Rescued wyverns included.

“ Oh , he’s so cute ~ suppose you can adopt him ??  You’ll require a permit , but I guarantee registration’s a perspicuous procedure.  I’ll fetch or purchase some care items ; an Askran shall attend you instead. ”  Kris beckoned an unaware swordswoman.  A spring to her step , and sprightliness over the runt’s presence caused Kris to form comparisons between a particular Royal.

Departing from their group , the Mythic ordered the woman to chaperone Robin , assuming he agreed.  “ Name. ”  He mused out loud , scratching his chin.  “ It’s a necessity for collars.  Figured one out yet , Robin ?? ”

{📚} Robin was a bit bemused as the soldier that Kris beckoned went to his side. She seemed quite excited to see such a cute little creature in the Grandmaster’s grasp that she almost forgot that the pygmy wasn’t very fond of most people right now. It hissed briefly at her and Robin apologized and asked her to keep some distance. This only put a small damper on the overall mood, however, especially considering Robin quickly calmed the tiny creature down with more belly rubs.

But Kris had a point. If the tiny wyvern was going to be kept by Robin, it was going to need a name. First of all, Robin needed to figure out whether it was a boy wyvern or a girl wyvern. Upon overhearing Tiki and Naga talking, however, it became clear they were talking about the pygmy using male pronouns, so somehow they must have figured out that the little creature was male. Now that Robin knew what not to call it, it was a matter of figuring out what would be the best thing to actually call it. After pondering for a bit, he finally came up with an idea.

“He needs a name that represents his new life.” Robin began. “A name that elicits happiness. And I think I got one. There’s a story I read not too long ago about a hero who did tasks for the gods in an attempt to learn the true meaning of happiness. The hero of that story was none other than a man named... Ifa. They even mention in the story that the name means ‘light’. Therefore, he can be the new light in my life now... Ifa the wyvern.” The newly christened Ifa chirped in response, as if approving of the name.

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( Tiny Companion‌: )

Ambers flit about their field.  There’s carnage.  Haphazard formations.  Withholding the basics of strategy told lack of synergy.  Quite the smattering without teamwork ( bickering about spoils , for instance ) or mindfulness.  Thus , Kris assumed either : Empire soldiers gone mad , or an independent coalition of thieves.  Coalition used loosely.  By contrast , Robin’s ordinance felt harmonious.  A sobering thought , no doubt.

Everyone conformed to the Grandmaster’s instructions.  Kris loathed to question Robin’s strategies , whether sensible or ludicrous.  Nodding at his reasoning , Gyllir scampers off.  Hector’s Pulse cloaked his cohorts as Robin foretold ; allies gained pulsating , violet auras.  Adversarial riders enclosed the formation — one Wyvern Rider toting a Gronnblade+.  No allies to Rally , Hone , etcetera , around them.  Well , a foe’s a foe.  Kris took the initiative —

Wyvern fragility to magical strikes reared its head.  One breath , one charge , and first causality of this missive.  Albeit a red mage’s within stroll-and-assault range , Kris’ bulk managed its damage type well.  Shrubbery about the desert occludes horse and foot-bound allies and foes alike.  Speaking of devoid flora , Kris observed a rattling unit. Some quivering runt as the causation of these vibrations.  

The Mythic alerted Robin by swiping his outer palm against finely-tailored greaves.   “ By Askr’s Might.  Robin , there’s a palisade in shrub form veiling a runt.  Shall we interact with the Pygmy after routing these unscrupulous men ?? ”

{📚} The Askran Coalition was highly prepared for battle and laid out a groundwork that was well thought out and covered many different grounds, thanks in large part to Robin’s tactical prowess. In contrast, the Emblans were very disorganized and didn’t have much in the way of a cohesive battle strategy. Bladetomes not getting buffs, owltomes running off on their own, and enemies with enemy phase skills attacking on player phase were par for the course. Even though there were more Emblans than Askrans, it was a badly lopsided battle in favor of the Coalition. The few Emblans that weren’t soundly defeated were rounded up to be brought back to Askr and punished for their transgressions.

Meanwhile, Kris had found a survivor of the massacre and had invited Robin over to look after the battle was over. Judging by the size, the Pygmy had only survived by the fact that it was overlooked while the Emblans came through. It was just hiding in a bush the whole while and nobody thought to check, and thus the tiny wyvern was spared. The poor little thing was scared to death, bristling at the sight of what it thought was a human staring at it. The wyvern even started to growl, which drew the attention of a certain young dragon.

Tiki was the one who went into the bush and pulled out the pygmy. Because she was a dragon, the wyvern wasn’t nearly as scared, even though it was still shaking. Tiki then turned to her mother who was floating nearby and showed the tiny creature off, asking if they could take care to nurse it back to health. Naga told her daughter that the pygmy wyvern would be better off being cared for by humans, and thus learn to trust humans again. But the tiny creature wasn’t too keen on most of the human members of the Coalition. It hissed at almost all of them that weren’t Manaketes.

All except Robin.

The pygmy stared curiously as Robin got close to test his luck. Instead of hissing when Robin reached out to touch it, the wyvern began purring like a cat. Both Tiki and Naga looked pleased that the wyvern was willing to give at least one human a chance, and thus the former placed the little creature in Robin’s grasp. “Well, hello there!” Robin cooed as he gave the pygmy a little rub on the head, which resulted in more purring. “You really like me, huh? I’m sorry other people hurt your family, but I’ll make sure no harm will come to you again.”

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( Escape Route 3‌: )

Kris’ eyes narrowed.  Evident even through its thin , milky film-like cover.  Huffing out fumes from his nostrils and prepped for lunging at Robin again.  “ I’m enervated over your antics ,so I refuse.  Now pay the price. ”  Snorting as in regarding Robin with a self-assured snicker , he bolts off towards their quarters.

“ Now give chase — by the way , godspeed ~ ”   Off he goes.  Separating himself from throngs of Heroes famed and reviled , and nondescript Askrans blurred in the background whilst sprinting , slowing to a more leisurely jog.

{📚} Instead of calmly giving back the cloak, Kris decided to take it and go gallivanting off with the cloak still attached to his neck like a cape that’s too short. Robin sighed and began running after Kris, even though he knew he couldn’t catch up to the dragon. Soon, he noticed which way Kris was running toward, and that he was stopping at a certain distance away to make sure that Robin caught up with him. Except Robin didn’t need to play catch up, because he had a feeling he knew where Kris was going.

When Kris was galloping away again, Robin used this as an opportunity to duck away into a spot where the dragon couldn’t see him. He then began slipping back toward their room to get inside before Kris figured out what was going on and beat him there. Hopefully the sudden ‘disappearance’ of Robin would be enough to get Kris to stop in his tracks and give the Grandmaster the opportunity he needed to spring the surprise on his partner.

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( Brazen Atk/Res 3‌: )

Mechanisms on his cloak ??  Kris registered the possibility of Grandmasters fleeing by some contraption — none of this caliber , though.  Either way.  More foolery , and more vexation bubbled up.  Whomever bore witness to Kris’ tantrum resumed watching.  Reactions varied , according to attendance.  Flipping the robe skywards and seizing them with his tails , Kris wore the cloak as a miniature cape.  Now the chase begins anew , with Kris blowing harmless mist in front of Robin.

“ Must I enter into Wrath 3 range ??  Or shall you repent ?? ”

{📚} Robin didn’t really get far before the mist cut off his escape, and so he turned back around and faced down Kris. Granted, Robin wasn’t really planning on actually making a break for it, but at least Kris’ attack gave him an actual excuse to start running and turn back toward the dragon who was now wearing his Grandmaster robe like a cape. Robin couldn’t help but snicker.

“I don’t think that robe was made for dragons.” He chuckled. “It’s far too small on your large, draconic body. I think it looks much better on me.” Robin then held out his hand. “Will you be returning my prized cloak then, in that case?”

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( Pass 3‌: )

So Corrin , Naga , and Idunn.  If Kris were insincere about his query , he’d jape about Robin’s … tastes.  But no , it’s plain and simple curiosity.  One whose answer summoned a rumbling , nearly inaudible growl.  If dragons could emote facial-wise , Kris’ expression would contort into a scowl instead.  Retreating from Robin , Kris plucked up Robin from his cloak , aloft thanks to Kris’ jaws clenching onto the fabric.  Because his mouth’s occupied , his outer whines mumbled against the fabric.

“ The Tail Spanking or Cold Breath treatment ??  Your choice.  No weasling your way out nor third option-ing. ”

{📚} Well, that was an unexpected reaction to Robin’s joke about which dragons he thought most pleasing to the eyes. Now he was being held aloft by his hood and being threatened with punishment. Instead of going back on his joke and admitting what he really thought, however, Robin decided to play this out a little more. After all, it was the hood of his robe that he was being held by.

“You say there’s no weaseling my way out, and yet, you grabbed my hood.” He chuckled. “One small adjustment...” Robin reached up to his shoulders and clicked the mechanisms on his epaulets holding them in place over top the blue capelet. Quickly afterward, Robin raised his arms upward so that he had no more fabric resistance, and thus was able to slip out of his robe and land back on the ground. Once there, he looked upward again, smirking up at Kris. “What now?” He taunted. “I ended up escaping your grasp anyway.”