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Grima was fated to end the world. Chrom was fated to end Grima, or die at his hands. This is how the story goes. The ending they write is not what they would have once claimed to dream of, but they would not trade it for anything.
Half-asleep, side by side, on a gentle spring night. It is a comfort Grima would not have dared desire, a softness Chrom thought lost to the fires of war. Still, Grima leans into Chrom's warmth, Chrom tightens his grip.
It is nowhere near what fate had scripted, but why should that stop them?

Kinvi Tue 09 Sep 2025 10:47PM UTC
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