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Erk was not a seeker of comfort. It was the poison of many to search for comfort and softness, especially during the war. When people knew they would have to wade into combat, risking their lives endlessly, they tended to want a comfortable, lavish place to return to. If it wasn't normal things like pillows, it was things like a special article of clothing, or, in some cases, a partner. Erk never looked for any of these. He never went into towns in search of blankets or the like. He seemed to be unattached to most of his possessions- he was protective of his spellbooks and tomes to study, but he cared only that he had spellbooks and tomes to worship- the tomes themselves weren't especially special to him. As for a relationship, Erk seemed to avoid them. He had been more than friendly to Priscilla, which started plenty of talking about them. Had the solitary, clipped Erk finally found someone to be intimate with? Lyn in particular seemed quite excited, liking to see people in the Legion falling in love. Serra, however, and oddly the tactician too, seemed nonplussed, and Serra seemed rather snappier than usual. It turned out, however, that Priscilla's innocent charm had not, in fact, melted Erk's unimpassioned heart. While he was more comfortable with her than the rest of the band, it turned out to be nothing more than as a teacher, the sage glad to find someone to teach the intricacies of anima magic to. And, of course, a little bit of relief that Priscilla wasn't as demanding an employer as Serra. Serra, according to Priscilla, was a frequent topic of conversation. More precisely, complaining about her. Or remarking on how much of a breath of fresh air Priscilla was after her. Of course, employer or not, Serra still bothered Erk frequently since he'd been redrafted into Lyndis's Legions. There was one thing, however, which did break this mould of uncaring. A stave, that Erk always kept. A stave with a small pink heart doodled on the side. Tags: fire emblem- erk/serra
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“Erk!” The purple haired mage winced as the shrill voice cut through the night air. “There you are! Why are you slacking off? You’re supposed to be dealing with those bishops over there!” “Serra, I’m-” “And what about protecting me, you’ve been on the other side of the battlefield all day-” “I’m trying to-” “AND I know for a fact that you haven’t researched that thing I asked you about, or talked to Lady Lyndis, or dealt with those knights or-” “SHUT UP!” Serra fell silent out of more shock than anything else, and the fighting around them stopped momentarily as all the combatants stared. Well, except for Canas, who merely smiled and took advantage of a soldier’s confusion.
“You never stop talking! Never! How am I supposed to do the ridiculous tasks you set me when you won’t pause long enough to stop giving me new ones? The only reason I’m over here surrounded by thrice damned dark mages-” Canas frowned slightly at the term “-is because I was afraid that if I heard one more damn SQUEAK from you I’d kill you myself!”
Erk stood, the rage draining out of him as he took deep breaths, and Serra stood, shocked and defenseless, for once without a comeback. She deflated slightly, and for once actually looked like the rather petite cleric that she was. The battle, meanwhile, never one to be stopped for long, was continuing around them, and a brigand took the chance to take a swing at the helpless healer. “Serra, watch out-” Erk started, but realized that it was too late and leapt, calling out the incantations and flickering his hand through the familiar patterns to strike down the ax wielder, finishing just as he hit Serra, sending both of them tumbling into the bushes as the bandit struck only air before bursting into flame. Serra blinked, and then a sly smile passed across her face. “Ohhh, I see how it is. You can’t concentrated on what I tell you to do because my charms are distracting you.” Erk sighed in defeat. “Yes, Serra.” Serra smirked. “I understand. My beauty is far too much for any mortal man to withstand!” Standing up, she patted the mage on the head and said. “I’ll try to give you a little more time to admire me.” And with that, she skipped off to rejoin the battle as Erk scowled and wished he’d let the brigand kill her. Tags: fire emblem- erk/serra
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“Erk, come in here!” The sage smiled slightly as his normally serious student showed just a hint of excitement in his rapid walk into the elder spell caster’s chambers. “Is it the assignment, Lord Pent?” The excitement was obvious now, although Erk’s posture remained calm and serious.
“Yes, Erk. Your first official job as a mage is to escort a Lycian priestess to Ostia. She’s frail, but sweet. Or so I’ve heard.” The sage handed Erk a Fire tome and his gold. “The payment, as always, is in advance. Do a good job on your first mission, my favorite student.” Pent ruffled Erk’s hair playfully as Erk looked serious. “Yes, Lord Pent.” Pent sighed slightly. Erk had been so much more fun when he was younger. Now that he was older, he was far too serious. “Um, Lord Pent?” Erk asked. “Yes, Erk?” Replied Pent. “What’s the cleric’s name?” Pent smiled. “Taking an interest? A good idea. Her name is Serra.” Erk pondered for a moment. “…Serra…she sounds… quiet.” Oh, how wrong he turned out to be… Tags: fire emblem- erk/serra
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