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Title: Robcina Week Day 2 - Sick Day

Description: Robin has a problem with overworking himself, even when doing so when it poses a danger to his own health. So what happens when this tendency causes him to become very ill?

Notes: Takes place during the Valm arc of Fire Emblem Awakening

Words: 2032

The first thing Robin became aware of was the burning haze that filled his head. His skin burned, face flushed, so hot that the rest of him felt deathly cold. He shivered uncontrollably, the involuntary movements bringing with him a slow, aching pain that crawled through his arms and legs. He could feel the heavy blankets draped over him, placed there in an attempt to keep the chills away.

He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. His head was a fitful miasma of thoughts slipping in and out of focus, his fevered mind struggling to latch on to any single thing long enough to make sense of it. Another shiver-fit crashed over him. He could feel the sweat starting to drench him now, paradoxically feeling both boiling and freezing against his skin. He shivered again, lips parting in a soft moan of pain.

A cool rag was placed against his face, gently dabbing away the dripping sweat before being draped across his forehead. He felt his grimacing visage loosen, the cold of the soaking cloth pulling away some of the unbearable burning that suffused his head. He wondered at it, managing to string together enough thoughts long enough to realize another was caring for him. Yet this awareness lingered but mere moments before slipping away once more. His aching bone felt heavy, and with relief from the feverish heat that had awoken him so too did unconsciousness begin to claim him once more. He tried to open his eyes, managing only a blurry glimpse of the worried face of someone holding vigil over him. His mouth, cracked and dry, worked wordlessly. Then he slipped back into a fitful sleep.

. . . . .

For what seemed like an eternity he slipped in and out of partial consciousness, pulled out of sleep with the worsening of aches and fever only to drift back each time they subsided. Several times the wet cloth was replaced by another, and one or twice his head was propped up so that someone could bring a sip of water to his parched lips.

Only the dimming and later brightening of his surroundings marked the passage of time. So it was that a pale morning light stung at his eyes when the fever had lessened so that he could at last force his eyes open.

Even that felt like a great effort, his eyelids weighing as though they had been turned to lead. His head swam as he blinked through blurred vision and looked around. Such were the aches wracking his body that he yet couldn't muster the will to move much, merely staring straight up through unfocused vision. He was in a tent, morning light streaming through the seems to cast patterns on the roof.

How long was I out? Robin wondered. He grimaced, feeling the sluggishness of his thoughts. Come to think of it, he didn't remember returning to his tent. His last memories were of conducting his duties for the day in camp. He'd been feeling increasingly unwell that entire day, but It hadn't been anything too severe. What happened? Why-

"Robin. Good, I see you're finally awake," came a voice to his left.

With an effort, he turned his head, neck aching with the effort. Seated at his side was Lucina, a chair pulled up to his bed. Her hair hung in unkempt tangles, her eyes heavy-lidded with dark rings of shadow beneath. Her hands clasped over atop his left, which lay outside the covered. "I was so worried. After you collapsed, I feared the worst," she told him, relief plain in her voice.

"Collapsed?" Robin croaked. His throat hurt with each syllable. He tried to swallow, which only made things worse.

Hearing the hoarseness in his voice, Lucina reached over, pouring water from a pitcher into a cup that she brought to his lips. Only after she'd helped him take a sip did she respond. "Yes. It was in the middle of the last war meeting. You seemed unwell through the whole thing, but we were all alarmed when you passed out. I rushed you to the healers at once and discovered how ill you were. I have been looking after you ever since. With help, of course. Both Aunt Lissa as well as Libra have been in and out to administer proper healing."

Robin wracked his memories. Yes, he remembers the meeting now. He was giving a talk regarding the army's movements towards Valm's capital. The weather had been hampering their progress, as had the numerous bands of brigands preying on the chaos the war had unleashed. He'd suggested a route to avoid them, even if it would cost them another few days. Then his vision had blurred, forcing himself to steady himself against a table. Then…

…nothing. The memory ended.

"Sorry to worry you," Robin told her. "I'm fine though, really."

Lucina looked unconvinced by his words, a frown pulling at her lips. Then, after another long pregnant moment, she sighed, asking "Robin, why didn't you tell anyone you were not well?"

"I didn't want anyone to worry. Besides, it was nothing I couldn't deal with," he answered, knowing full well the lie in his words. Evidently, it hadn't been, given he'd collapsed mid duties.

Lucina sighed again, for now seemingly reluctantly to argue the point. "Just try to get some rest now, okay? You need to, if you are to fully recover your strength."

Robin nodded, accepting her instructions. "How long was I out for?" he asked, voicing the very question he'd wondered to himself after awakening

"Long enough to worry me," Lucina answers. She wrung her hands nervously, looking away. "How are you feeling?"

"Fever is less bad and the chills are gone. Still, everything aches and my throat is very sore. Hurts a bit to talk," Robin answered, wincing at even saying this much

Lucina dipped her head in affirmation. "If you are feeling up to it, I can make you some tea. Aunt Lissa suggested waiting awhile after you wake before eating anything, I'm afraid," Lucina told him.

"I- Yes, thank you," Robin said, having almost argued for the princess not to bother herself with it. But with the pain of his cracked throat, perhaps tea would do him some good.

Lucina got up from her seat, but instead of exiting the tent to head to the mess as expected, she moved to the far side just out of view. Robin tilted his head, managing to shift his position enough to get a clear view of where Lucina had gone. She was fiddling with a small wood-burning stove that had been brought into the tent. She must have set it up to help keep me warm, Robin realized. It had been particularly the past few days, a common occurrence this far north during the winter. Come to think of it, the cold certainly hadn't done him any favors in fighting off whatever illness he'd come down with.

At last, Lucina managed to ignite the fresh fuel and soon what had before just been embers was now a farm flame. With the stovetop heating and a kettle in place, Lucina turned back to him. "There, tea will only be a few moments," Lucina told him.

Robin nodded in thanks."I appreciate it… though… you still didn't tell me how long I was out," he noted.

There was a noticeable pause, Lucina's expression becoming one of hesitant worry as if fearing a response she knew would occur if she answered. "This… is the third day since your collapse."

A second ticked by. Then another, Robin's fever-addled brain proving sluggish to fully process her words.

Then at once he attempted to bolt upright, grabbing at his covers tangling him in his bed. He needed to get back to work at once. Three days, there was so much he needed––no, had––to do. His job was too important, too critical. "I need- what have I missed, have there been any attacks? What about those brigands lurking nearby? What about Valm's army, have they made any moves? I need to-" he spluttered frantically, mind racing as fresh vigor born of panic seemed momentarily smother the aches and pain of his illness.

Before he could so much as sit upright Lucina gripped his shoulders and, gently but firmly, pressed him back into the bed. "No, you do not. You are in no state to do anything right now," Lucina warned him.

"But I-" Robin tried to argue, only for Lucina to silence the protest with a stern look.

"Others can attend to your duties in your stead," Lucina assured him. She reached up, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. "See, you still have a fever, and pushing yourself will only leave you in worse shape. That's what got you in this mess in the first place. You should have taken some rest when you first began to feel unwell."

"I…" Robin started. He still found it difficult to speak, his thoughts unfocused through the burning heat in his head, and forcing words from his cracked, dry throat was equally problematic. "I couldn't rest. Everyone's counting on me. As tactician, taking a day off isn't something I can do, no matter how unwell I felt."

"And if you collapse in the middle of a battle, or you get yourself bedridden for weeks by over-exerting yourself, what then? How would that be helping anyone?" Lucina countered. "You've scolded me in the past for putting my own well-being behind that of everyone else's. Especially when doing so has been at risk to my own health." She squeezed his hand tightly. "You need to heed your own advice, Robin, you cannot keep putting your own well-being at risk for the sake of others. There is a difference between being selfless and foolish. Knowing where your limits are and when ignoring them will do others more harm than good is how to avoid the latter."

Robin frowned. A part of him wanted to argue, but how could he when her words had cut so true? He hated to admit it, but she was right, and he was ashamed of that.

"And what about you? You've been caring for me all this time, running yourself ragged on little sleep," he asked at length. This wasn't an accusation or a counter to her words, but an honest question. For if he was to concern himself with his own well-being, he needed to know Lucina would do the same.

"This is different," Lucina protested. She shook her head, giving his hand another squeeze. "I am doing this not out of obligation or duty, but because I wanted to be there for you. Is that so unreasonable?"

Robin slipped his other hand from the covers, placing it on top of hers, ignoring the aches that accompanied the movement. "No, it's not. I appreciate your concern, Lucina, I truly do." He smiled gently. "I will relent and get some rest. Just, promise me you'll do the same. I'd hate for you to get sick as well." Then his smile turned into a grin, adding "After all, if I'm bedridden, who'll look after you?"

"Fair enough. I will concede to that much," Lucina answered, returning the smile.

She opened her mouth to say something more, only for a shrill, hissing whistle to sound behind her. The kettle shrieked, steam pouring from its spout as the lid began to shake.

"Oh, tea is done, let me fetch you a cup. I have lemon and honey here. That should help lessen the discomfort of your sore throat, I think."

Moved from the bedside, Lucina busied herself with pouring him the cup of tea, while Robin settled himself back into his cot. Outside the wind had begun to pick up, whistling through the nearby landscape to bring even colder weather. Perhaps then, this wasn't so bad, to rest a bit inside where it was warm. As much as he'd rather be working, Lucina was right, getting himself even sicker or worse would do no one any good.

He was truly blessed then, to have someone there looking out for him. Or else he would have continued to be a fool.

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Title: Robcina Week Day 1 - First Date

Description: They'd been dating for awhile, but in truth they'd never actually gone on a date. Not the kind of normal one you'd expect of the couple in love. So it was, at Morgan's insistence and with their wedding only a few weeks away, the two set about rectifying that lapse.

Notes: Takes place some time after the Valm arc, but before the final Grima arc of Fire Emblem Awakening.

Words: 3637

Robin wet his hair in the basin before dabbing at it, trying, yet again, in vain to keep the wild strands to lay flat and in place. He stared into the mirror, switching to the comb again. Maybe I should have cut it short and been done with it, he mused, his frown deepening. Then he sighed, setting the comb down next to the basin. It was too late for that now, at any rate, meaning he'd have to make due.

He again checked the buttons of the leather surcoat he was wearing, before moving on to the cuffs and collar of the white shirt underneath. He rubbed at a wrinkle in the sleeve with a finger, wetting it in the basin a few times to try to straighten the fabric out. Then he seized his wrist with his other hand, forcing his own arm down to his side with an effort of will.

Relax, Robin, it will be fine. You're fidgeting, this isn't helping, he told himself, trying and failing to take a few slow, steady breaths to calm his nerves. It's fine, you look fine. Lucina won't mind, you look great Stop being nervous and just relax. Relax. Breathe. Relax.

He tried again to breathe in and out slowly. Yet his heart still raced. Involuntarily, he went back to peering into the mirror and trying to straighten his hair. Only, after a moment, did he realize what he was doing and forced himself to stop.

What are you even worried about? You and Lucina have been together for months. You two are already engaged for gods' sake. It's just a date, relax. Just a nice dinner, nothing to worry about, he reminded himself as he began to pace and fidget with his cuffs. This is silly. Why, Robin? Why are you worried about messing this up?

This had all been Morgan's idea, of course, his daughter having set up the whole thing. She'd insisted that he and Lucina just couldn't get married without going on a normal date like normal people would. She'd nagged and begged for days on end to get both of them to relent and give in to going on the 'first date' she'd apparently already made reservations for. Before even suggesting it, mind you.

He reminded himself to consider punching Inigo the next time he saw him. This was his fault. It was because of Morgan and him dating that Morgan had gotten the idea in her head that this was necessary. Only, just as quickly, did Robin also remind himself not to do that. Morgan's inclination was innocent enough, even if the date was ultimately a distraction from far more pressing matters.

Sighing, Robin tried one last time to get his hair to lay in place. Then, seeing the attempt futile, tossed the comb aside. He needed to get going, the reservation was for only half an hour from now. He just hoped his appearance was presentable enough. He was certain Lucina wouldn't mind, but…

I guess I just don't want to embarrass us. I've never done this before and…

Gods, dammit, why did he care so much about doing this right? When he knew full well Lucina never concerned herself about things like this?

Just relax, Robin. It'll be fine. Just fine.

. . . . .

"Don't worry, Mother, you look great! Father will love it."

Lucina frowned as she gazed into the mirror intently.. "Are you sure? Is it not a tad, understated?"

"Do you trust Grandmother? She picked out the dress, not me," Morgan countered, stepping up and giving her several reassuring pats on the back. Through the mirror, Lucina could see her beaming smile.

"I do, but…" Lucina said hesitantly. Shouldn't I be wearing something a bit more regal for such an occasion? she wondered to herself. The dress her mother had picked out for the date was a simple white, with only a few accessories in the arm of two leather belts, one braided and clasped with gold, long enough to wrap twice around her waist, the second shorter and of a simple design with a silver clasp. The jewelry she was given to wear likewise had come from her mother, being a gold bracer and armband to adorn one arm and a silver bracelet wrought to look like a chain of flowers. Unlike the dress, however, these had not been purchased in the past few days, instead coming from her mother's own collection per her position as queen.

Lucina reached up to touch the top of her head, fingers running through her hair as she felt the absence of her tiara. Both Morgan and her mother had assured her several times that she looked fine without it and that it would not go well with the rest of the outfit, not to mention that it would draw undue attention. Perhaps they were right, it would be better that the two of them were not recognized nor stood out too much during the date, as things would certainly go much more smoothly.

Still… Lucina felt oddly naked without it, so accustomed was she to wearing it. However, perhaps the events of just two weeks prior had something to do with her reluctance to part with it. After all, it had been quite the ordeal that she and her friends had embarked on into the Outrealms to retrieve. She is still not quite sure how her replacement tiara had killed those Risen, but that was a moot point now.

Without realizing it, she began to fidget with her hands, scratching at her fingers while wringing them together.

"Nervous?" Morgan asked. She was still grinning even as her eyes looked almost thoughtful as they regarded her.

"How could you tell?" Lucina asked.

"You're fidgeting and asking way way more questions than you usually do. I mean, I'm the one who's supposed to do that. It's like my trademark! It's weird when you do it, Mother!" Morgan answered. She patted her again, this time on the shoulder. "You'll be fine, trust me. I have the whole date all planned out. You just have to go and have a good time. It should be easy. First dinner, then a nice moonlit stroll. Easypeasy!"

"I've just… never done this before," she admitted. She found herself fidgeting again, wringing her hands and staring at the floor. She had no experience with this. Sure, she and Robin had been together for a long while now, but they hadn't gone on anything so formal. How was she supposed to know how to act, how to embarrass herself or him with inexperience?

She shook her head again, failing to shake away the doubts. "How are you sure I won't-" Lucina started to ask.

"Mess up? You won't, mother, trust me. I have been on a ton of dates now and I've never messed up any of them," Morgan assured her. She gave her another slap on the back. "Just relax and remember-"

Somewhere outside, a bell chimed six times.

"Oops, no time! You need to get going now. Don't want to be late for your date!" Morgan exclaimed. She grabbed Lucina by the arm, pulling her towards the door.

"But- Morgan I-" Lucina stammered, mind a whirlwind as she found herself now abruptly thrown to the proverbial wolves.

"Not enough time! Go, go, go! You'll do fine! You don't want to be late!" Morgan exclaimed, twirling around her in a flurry of movement to begin pushing the rest of the way. In moments, Lucina was outside the door. "Have fun, Mother!" Then, with that final exclamation from Morgan, the door was slammed shut behind her.

Thrown out by my own daughter. I do not think that's usually how this is supposed to go, Lucina mused, too stunned for a moment to really know how to respond. She absently reached up to straighten her tiara, fingers passing through nothing but strands of hair. The habit was so second nature that she only now realized how often she did it. She sighed deeply, forcing her hands stiffly to her sides.

I best get going then, Lucina thought to herself at last. Morgan is right about that at least, I do not wish to be late.

. . . . .

Robin hurried through the streets of Ylisstol, occasionally stopping to check the directions Morgan had written him for getting to the restaurant she'd booked for him and Lucina. He squinted at them intently, trying to make out the barely-legible scratches that were his daughter's handwriting. She could write much clearer than this, but only when she actually slowed down and took her time. It seemed, however, that not rushing wasn't exactly in Morgan's nature.

Never mind Morgan's sloppy penmanship, I should be almost there. I can work on that with her later. Date now, don't screw this up. You got this Robin, he told himself as he tucked the slip of paper into his pocket.

Rounding the corner, Robin found the place, a bustling cafe near the heart of the city's market district. The place was already packed, with customers seated at every table outside the building and all those he could see through the circular windows that lined the wall facing him. That explains the need for reservations, Robin noted, peering around intently, searching for Lucina

"Robin, there you are!" came a voice behind him.

He turned, then froze as he caught sight of her. Lucina was always beautiful, stunningly so, but today she looked particularly gorgeous. She'd let her hair down without any tie or tiara to hold it back, allowing it to cascade around her shoulders in gentle waves. She wore a simple white dress, which somehow managed to accentuate her natural beauty than a more elaborate dress would have.

"I- Hi," Robin said lamely, his heart skipping a beat just as the words caught in his throat. He dearly hoped he wasn't staring too much and appearing as some drooling, love-drunk idiot. "You look… nice…" he managed to stammer out, his words coming in even more of an awkward jumble than his initial greeting.

Really, Robin? "You look nice"? That's the best you could do? He scolded himself, feeling his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Oh, so do you. Your outfit I mean, I love it," Lucina answered, her words coming haltingly. Her cheeks flushed as well, matching his. "Um, so do we…" She trailed off, hastily tucking the handwritten note away she'd been clutching. Robin caught a glimpse of Morgan's handwriting on it before it vanished from view.

I guess she needed directions as well. This calmed his nerves slightly, knowing he wasn't the only one going in blind here. "Oh, I almost forgot, here. I got you these." He thrust out his hand, producing the bouquet of white flowers he'd been holding behind his back.

"Oh, Robin. Did you get flowers for me?" Lucina asked, accepting the bouquet. She held them up to her face, taking a moment to smell their fragrance. "These are the same kind, are they not?"

"Yes, the same as when I first, you know, told you how I felt," Robin confirmed, feeling more embarrassed than he probably ought to have. "I thought it fitting, for the occasion. I hope you like them."

"Robin, of course, I love them. That was so thoughtful of you. Thank you," Lucina answered.

There was an awkward pause, neither of them making any move. Lucina opened her mouth to say something, hesitated, then shut it again.

"I…" Robin trailed off.

"So…" Lucina offered, blushing.

"Should we go inside?" Robin asked. He stiffly stuck out a hand, offering it to her.

"Yes! Shall we?" Lucina asked, seizing his hand so fiercely that Robin nearly winced.

They exchanged one last nervous glance, then went inside to make their reservation.

. . . . .

"Oh come on, that was the perfect chance to kiss, you idiots!" Morgan exclaimed from her vantage point on the rooftop overlooking the restaurant. She'd arrived there long before either of her parents, relying on the roundabout directions she'd given to buy her enough time to beat them there via a more direct route.

"Popcorn?" Cynthia asked, offering her the bowl she'd brought along.

"Not now, I need to get these dorks to stop acting dumb and do actual couple stuff!" Morgan fumed, shoving the bowl aside.

"I thought you said it was gross when your parents made out," Cynthia asked through stuffed cheeks as she munched away.

"Well yeah, normally I do. But this is different. Their wedding is in three weeks and they haven't done, like, half the normal boyfriend-girlfriend things that normal people do! This needs to go right before it's too late!"

"Well, I'm having fun either way. Let's just see how this goes and then, if it goes terribly, we step in to save the day and possibly their soon-to-be marriage," Cynthia assured her. She threw the now empty bowl behind her, not even seeming to notice as it shattered loudly against the roof tiles. "Shame Owain isn't here to help. What was so important to keep him from serious Justice Cabal business?"

"Eh, I think Severa took custody of him for the day. Something about needing someone to carry her things on her shopping trip. That poor, poor doomed fool…" Morgan shook her head sadly as she returned to spying on her parents.

. . . . .

"Oops!" Lucina exclaimed, hands shooting upward to hide her face as it turned bright red in embarrassment. She'd accidentally bumped the pitcher of water sitting at the end of the table while reaching for her own drink, spilling it directly into Robin's lap. His trousers and the entire bottom half of his shirt were now completely soaked with water, the rest dripping from him onto his chair and the floor.

"I'm- Robin, I- I'm so, so very sorry. That was dreadfully clumsy of me and- I am truly sorry for-" Lucina stammered through her fingers, feeling her face burning even hotter with every word as a part of her just wanted to curl up and die.

There was a painfully long pause before, slowly, Robin reached for his napkin, mopping up the water as best he could. "It's alright, Lucina. Accidents happen," Robin assured her, smiling gently. He chuckled then as Lucina hastily thrust her napkin into his hands as well, using it as well to dry off. He waved off the waiter who rushed over to help, quickly apologizing on Lucina's behalf. Still mortified as she was, Lucina found herself even more thankful for Robin handling it so as to not cause even more of a scene.

It was only after a few moments longer and when Robin had managed to somewhat dry himself off that Lucina finally worked up the courage to speak again. "Are you quite alright? I'm dreadfully sorry, it was an accident and very clumsy of me. I didn't mean- I hope I didn't ruin your clothes, did I?"

"Well other than the fact water is my one weakness and I am going to melt into a puddle at any moment, I'm alright," Robin answered, his jest certainly an attempt to dispel any tension from the matter. He flashed her a reassuring smile, holding out his palms in a gesture for her to relax. "It's just water, Lucina. It's no big deal, really."

"I know but… now I've gone and embarrassed both of us," Lucina told him, sheepishly, wishing she could hide from the looks the other patrons had given them during the commotion.

"I came in here certain I'd do something to completely ruin the whole date. Since that hasn't happened, I consider this a victory," Robin told her.

"Really, you do not need to jest so, Robin. I admit my mistake and ask for your forgiveness for my lack of coordination," Lucina told him. "I knew this would happen, that I'd mess this up and- make a scene or- embarrass both of us. I hope you can understand, that I am still terrible at this. I've never been on a date before and I wanted this to go well," She looked away fidgeting with her hands as her cheeks flushed again.

His response caught her completely off guard, a deep belly laugh emanating from the tactician. "No, I- I'm dead serious, Lucina. I honestly expected to somehow blow this whole thing, Truly, I've been a nervous wreck all day, terrified. It's still, I know, but…" he shook his head, the gesture carrying with it both bewilderment and bemusement in equal measure. "I am just thankful it seems like we both were driving ourselves crazy over this."

Lucina nodded. "And you are sure then that I am not embarrassing you?" she asked.

Robin reached out, taking her hand. "Of course not. And even if you did, it couldn't be any worse than I could embarrass myself."

Lucina laughed at this, finding herself at last put at ease by both his admission and jest. She smiled back.

It was about then that the waiter returned with their food. So it was that their date resumed, the incident quickly behind them and forgotten.

. . . . .

Morgan peered through the book she was holding up over her face, having ingeniously cut eye-holes to allow her to see through it. Next to her on the bench, Cynthia was doing the same, their disguises having allowed them to move to a spot with a direct view through a window to the couples' table.

"Nice recovery from father, but why are they still not making out? They started holding hands and everything!" Morgan fumed, stamping her foot in frustration.

"You are really hung up on this, huh?" Cynthia noted. She was snacking again, having slipped away to buy doughnuts from a nearby stall. She offered one to Morgan, who again shoved her hand away.

Normally, Morgan would have taken the doughnut, but this wasn't a normal situation. This was serious business after all, so serious that not even a delicious pastry could sway her focus!

"I had a plan Cynthia, and the two of them making out is part of it! This needs to be romantic! Romantic, I say!" Morgan answered, practically shouting. She threw her book up into the air to punctuate her statement, froze, and then scrambled to retrieve it before she could be spotted.

"If you say so… oooh, I wonder what they ordered," Cynthia said, peering intently through the eyeholes in her own book.

As Morgan reoriented her ingenious disguise, she was already planning their next move. Once they finished eating, she and Cynthia would need to get moving. The moonlit stroll was to be alongside the river that ran through the city, meaning before then they'd need to get to their chosen hiding spot. Luckily, there were several large trees growing by the water that would be perfectly suited for that very purpose.

. . . . .

Hand in hand, the two of them walked alongside the cobbled street that ran alongside the river, the way illuminated from the candle lamps that glowed above and the light of the full moon overhead. The air was calm and the riverside peaceful, away from the continued bustle of the market even after sunset.

"I was skeptical of her plan at first, but I think we can say Morgan's idea was a good one," Lucina noted, speaking up after a while. They'd spoken little since leaving the cafe, having been more than content to just enjoy each other's company while on the stroll

"Nerves aside, I agree. I've had a wonderful time," Robin agreed. The two came to a stop, gazing out over the water near a large oak tree. The moon shone bright overhead, its silvery disk reflected as a rippling mirror on the surface of the river. "I hope I wasn't too nervous though. As I've said before, I don't have much experience with this sort of thing and…" he trailed off, realizing he was ruining the moment.

Lucina squeezed his hand reassuringly, turning to look into his eyes. "Neither have I. But regardless, I loved this evening greatly, Robin. I hope we can continue to spend moments like these together, even after we are no longer dating and instead are properly wed."

"I'd like that," Robin agreed. He found himself entranced by her beauty there, her eyes seeming almost to shimmer where they caught the silvery moonlight and the distant flicker of the lanterns.

Slowly, the two of them began to step closer, leaning closer and closer until their lips almost met. There was a gust of wind, dry leaves swirling upon it. Amongst the soft whistle, there was something else. Almost sounding like muffled voices.

Robin stepped back, breaking from soon-to-be-kiss. "Sorry, hold on one moment," Robin apologized, holding up a hand for her to wait. He turned suddenly, sweeping a hand towards a nearby tree. "Elwind!" A vortex of air shot towards the treetops, shaking the branches and sending a flurry of leaves into the air. There were two surprised yelps, followed by the silhouettes of two figures falling from the branches into the river with two loud splashes.

"There we go," Robin said, turning back to Lucina.

"Was that…"

"Yeah…" Robin confirmed. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Morgan and Cynthia have been spying on us the whole date."

"Ah, I suppose we can scold them later then. Provided the unexpected bath isn't punishment enough." Lucina laughed, squeezing his hands tighter. "Now, where were we?"

Smiling back, and satisfied there were no more onlookers, Robin leaned in, his and Lucina's lips meeting in a long, drawn-out kiss. When they at last separated, both were blushing, yet with huge, dumb smiles on both their lips.

"This was nice. We should do it again sometime," Lucina told him.

"Yes. We should," Robin agreed. As first dates went, this hadn't been all too bad.

#robcina week #day 1: first date #robcina #robin x lucina #robin #lucina #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening

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