Final Yearning Black smoke shrouded the area around them. Hands cupped tightly on their mouths and noses, Chrom and Robin bowed slightly to prevent the tainted air from slipping into their lungs. Although his lips were pressed cleanly, although his vision was horrifyingly blurred from the dusty atmosphere, Chrom tried to look around. Right hand firmly gripping on the grip of his Falchion, his left waved at his side, mentally pleading and searching for his wife’s presence.Final Yearning by FieryFafar
The dark cloud still lingered, thickened even, but that never stopped him from trying to take a look. “Is it over?” He finally asked, voice though rasped with coughs and gasps. Quickly he turned his head to the side, brilliant blue eyes finally spotting a certain tactician who was now kneeling and coughing at the corner of the tower.
Dreadful fear and manic worry rooted in his heart. “Rob-!”
“Ack-!” Before he could even think about runn