The chill of Autumn's touch blew in through my tent. In reaction towards the cold, I curled closer together trying to trap the warmth near me. Somewhere in my hazy mind the thought occurred to me; the wind shouldn't be passing into my tent. As if on cue to that realization, quiet footsteps sounded in the confined area. I jumped forward, sitting up straight. My wide (e/c) coloured orbs met with royal blues ones reflecting concern and shock.
“Shh…” His deep but hushed voiced echoed in my ears almost lulling me back to sleep. “I'm sorry, Love.” He whispered as he soothingly cradled my face in his bare palm. “I didn't mean to startle you.”
“Mm…” I said quietly feeling sleepy once again after calming down. “It's fine, Chrom.” I replied leaning into his touch. I closed my eyes content to just stay in the moment. However, there were too many questions in the back of my mind, and the cold air was not helping.
When I opened my eyes, I was once again met with his beautiful blues. His features were softened into a loving smile as he watched me. I couldn't help but begin to blush; from either the thought that he would look at me so sweetly, or the realization of how close we were, or perhaps some degree of both. Nonetheless I needed to ask him the one thing that had been on my mind for the past while now.
“Chrom, what are you doing here?” I inquired.
“No reason.” He answered giving me a reassuring smile before looking away.
“Really?” I asked cupping my hands around his face. The tips of my fingers brushing through his soft, messy, navy locks. I stared into his deep blue eyes. His gaze faltered before he gave a sigh.
“It's just…” He began seeming to carefully choose his words though not knowing what he actually wanted to say. “I couldn't sleep well. Or much at all actually…”
“Is something wrong?” I asked concern growing in me. As his tactician, as his friends, and as his lover, I couldn't help but begin to worry over him. I could only try to imagine the weight on his shoulders. With his kindness, and his tendency to want to help, he surely incurred more stress than he knew of.
“Don't make such a face.” He said as his hands came up over mine. I must have looked more worried than I thought because he was now comforting me. “I'm alright.” He gave me another reassuring smile. “I simply had too much on my mind.” He closed his eyes.
“If you need to, you can talk to me about it.” I said, and then feeling presumptuous added, “If you want to that is…”
“I know. Truly, I do.” He said giving my hands a gently squeeze. “But I can't burden you, and cause you a bad night's rest.”
“Then what can I do?” I asked feeling a little useless. I knew his words were sound of intelligence, and I couldn't argue them, but I could neither find another solution to help him. It felt unfair.
“Don't pout.” He chuckled as he brought his lips to mine in a quick kiss. Stunned into silence, I couldn't retort, so instead he continued. “There's a lot you can do. Without even knowing it, you do so much for me. So much...I wonder if I can ever pay it back.” He leaned his forehead against mine his navy blue bangs mixing with my own (h/c) ones.
“You're exaggerating…” I muttered in embarrassment. My face was burning with a red blush. I thanked the dark veil of the night for hiding it, but I was sure even with that he still noticed.
“I'm not.” He said with a tone mixed of sweet and serious. “I feel at ease just being near you.”
Of course. I felt the same way. Safe, and loved, and happy, and so much more. At that moment, , an idea came to me. And instead of thinking it through, like the logical tactician that I was, I asked immediately what came to mind.
“Do you want to stay the rest of the night?” Even with the words now out of my mouth I didn't regret them. I knew well that we were currently in a secret relationship. I knew what people who could potentially see Chrom coming from his tactician’s tent would think. I was well aware of many things; like the small part of me that kept thinking of what if scenarios. But, still, I couldn't regret it.
“Are you sure, (y/n)?” Instead Chrom was the one who voiced the problem in question. “You always say we should be more careful…” He said thinking it over. “Not that I want to return to my tent…” He added.
“Then don't worry about it.” I replied.
“Then I won't.” He said wasting no time in pushing me down into the sheets before burrowing us under them.
With his arms around me and in the warmth of his embrace, I could feel droziness and need for sleep kicking in. Even the thought of who or what and if were quickly pushed aside. I was much too tired and much too happy to care. I would do so in the morning anyway.
“I love you, (y/n)...” His deep voice laced with sleepiness resounded close to my ears.
“I love you too.” I whispered back. I felt him press a kiss to my forehead before drawing me closer. And that was the last I could remember before I drifted into a pleasant, deep sleep.