[Tharja is a little terrifying, but at least he knows she'll have his back.
And probably slightly below his back, honestly. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair... and finally notices the glimmering stone in his brand. Robin holds his hand up to see it better, and there it is: a tiny deep red, leaning to purple stone set in the place where the two sides of the mark crisscross at the base. He thinks for a moment: 'at least it's not the eyes']
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[Tharja is a little terrifying, but at least he knows she'll have his back.
And probably slightly below his back, honestly. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair... and finally notices the glimmering stone in his brand. Robin holds his hand up to see it better, and there it is: a tiny deep red, leaning to purple stone set in the place where the two sides of the mark crisscross at the base. He thinks for a moment: 'at least it's not the eyes']
Well now, what's this?