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[[I’m thinking of transferring burdenedwithhope and apatheticdevotion over here as sideblogs. Only because it’ll make everything easier to manage and I’m always over here on this blog. Plus it’ll help me revive those muses, who I have been wanting to get back on for a while]]

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For all the peeps I know who are paranoid about duplicates!

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((Sorry my activity has dropped again. I’ve been over on my Fates OC, but also busy with work and college stuff.  Hopefully after tonight I can do more replies))

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((Like this if you want a starter with Risen King Chrom!! :D or message me if you wish yo plot for it))

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I asked if you wanted furs. And to buy some people and free them.

“I hope you’re really not selling people...” With the way the other was casually stating it made him even more suspicious. As much as he’d be willing to free slaves, it could also be a ploy to get some money out of him too.

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“Only those who would willingly sell their own child off like some object!” Chrom grabbed the other by the collar and slammed him against a wall. “You’re not common folk, you’re scum!”

Dad- The Ylissean Prince rushes at the man, and his fist connects with his face full force. Chrom full intends to knock this man off his feet.

Edan did indeed get knocked off his feet and hit the ground hard.. Where the hell did this blue pampered royal come from. The man got back to his feet and glared daggers at Chrom. “I didn’t know royalty got their kicks from punching the common folk..”

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Chrom, are you interested in buying people? Or furs?

“Excuse me?”

The prince hoped this person truly wasn’t asking him such a question.

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Time seemed to stop as he lunged forward, as Maribelle was pulled in front of the king, and as his sword plunged deep inside her stomach. His eyes widened and the hues looked frantically over the body of his wife. He let go of the sword, flinching as the sickening sound of it moving in her body filled his ears. The way she screamed and how he witnessed the light leave her eyes…he’d never forget that moment.

His shaking hands clenched into fists at his sides and he turned away from the body, afraid that he’d get sick if he stared any longer. He couldn’t cry. He refused to do it. He never did. But…he did anyway. The one he loved, the one who saw who he truly was, was dead. And it was his fault. Breathing uneven, he finally brought his gaze back up to the king with a new look. One of defeat. His eyes were empty, broken, glassy, and his heart literally broke.

“….I’ll kill you.” Finally, he spoke. Still, he refused to look forward. And with no sword in his hand, he wasn’t a threat. He refused to pull it from her body. And with the way his voice wavered and how his face was soaked with tears, he couldn’t have seemed like more than a young child. “Bastard….I’ll rip you apart!”

The King let the woman’s body go, watching it drop to the thief’s feet. “Oh?” It seemed almost rare for the man to speak, and it probably pierced the other’s ears. He still sound the same, except there was malice dripping for every word he spoke. This man no longer sound kind like his did before his death. A life he still no longer remembered.

“Will you now?”

He mocked the other, grinning at his tear stained face. There was no point in slaying there other here when he was still unarmed. Something about the thought of such an action made him frown. He assumed he just wished for an actual challenge. Chrom wanted to see this man look him in the eyes again, to lunged at him the same way he did when he plunged that sword into his wife’s body. So, he left them just like that, crying over the woman he loved.

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“Master...why...how do they know me? Do I...should I somehow know them?”

The question was genuine, but there was also a hint of fear behind it. He did not wish to anger or offend the other through such questions. The being standing before him has only offered kindness, and so far has answered many of his inquiries before. However, there was a sense of dread overcoming him when he spoke now. It was almost as if he held some doubt about the other.

“Th-They say things...about a life before this one...but I was nothing before this..right?” There it was again, the doubt. Chrom wanted to truly believe the other that he was created by their hands. That he was the only one, and that there was nothing else like him. This is the only life he has and the only life he’ll know. But why does he feel such lack of faith towards the other when he speaks?

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“You’re staring...”

   The new Risen King found himself in the company of another stranger, assigned to him by their god. Her presence was different from the risen he commanded, and to be honest, it left him uncomfortable sometimes. Having no memories of anything before his meeting with Grima, and to be told to get along with yet another new person, it frustrated him. Since she was tasked with accompanying him, he refused to speak to her. Which most likely made her job very difficult.

  Lo and behold, he finally spoke to her. He noticed the look she’d give him now and then. It was similar to the expressions he get whenever they encountered the enemy. Chrom felt as if she may have known him somehow, that he may have lived a different life before waking up from that dreaded darkness.

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Determination filled Gaius as he charged through the…things. Jumping away from attacks and in between the enemies, he ran as fast as he could. That man, if he could even be considered a man anymore, was not his friend. And Maribelle, his wife…He’d die rather than see her get hurt.

Eventually, he stood a few feet in front of the other, silver sword drawn and ready to swing. Olive eyes met the others and he hesitated once he saw the hilt of Falchion glinting in the faint glow of sunlight. “Chrom,” the thief said, voice stern and unwavering, “you don’t have to do this. Just…” A step forward. “Let her go. Take me instead. She didn’t do anything to you.” Another step. “Please…this isn’t you.” One more step, he was so close to him. Still, even with how close he was, Chrom didn’t do anything. Maribelle’s eyes looked up at Gaius with fear and sadness, and he got a rush of bravery. In an instant he had jumped at his old friend with the intent to harm.

   Again with addressing him by name as if they knew each other. He frowned in distaste, and yet he still couldn’t help that sense of familiarity. To hear these people call him by name. This isn’t you. Those words stuck to his mind, leaving the sensation of his head splitting in two. The King flinched, taking his eyes off the other for a brief moment as the pain overtook him. Why did the other calling him by name feel as if he’s heard it before? How can they say it in such a way as if they knew him?

   Before Chrom could ponder it any further, he finally looked Gaius in the eyes. He saw that glint, and new exactly what he planned to do. Any doubt or thought of confusion that was once there immediately disappeared. His grip on Maribelle immediately went from her hair to the back of her blouse. There was a scream, and blood covered both himself and the thief who charged at him. He looked the other in the eyes before a cruel smirk graced his features.

The silver sword rested within the very woman the thief had so desperately been trying to protect.

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So you guys, I made a new OC because someone (@berceusesonata​) encouraged me.  So if you’re interested in a slave trader OC with color changing hair, could you possibly spare me a like and reblog?  This is a sideblog to @lxnely-paws​, so I’m counting on reblogs to get the word around.  So with that in mind, spread this far, alright?~

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   He considered this quite the feat for the thief, watching him take down his men one after the other. Despite his short time alive, he was already witnessing the astonishing things humans can achieve when properly motivated. However, they were still weak beings, ones that could fall all too easily. They had too many weaknesses, especially when compared not only to himself, but the very God who blessed him with this life. 

"Time is running out, little thief..." 

   One hand clutches the hilt of his sword, shifting it slightly just to agitate the other. While the other hand held the very thing that kept Gaius going. Fingers were tangled into curly blonde hair, and every movement made the woman whimper. Every so often she'd whine his name, but it meant nothing to him. These people spoke as if they knew him, something Grima already warned would happen. Just one swift movement, it's all it would take to end this woman's life.