"So, Lucina started knitting--the young one, and she did something for you. She's a bit shy to give it to you personally so here you go." it was a little sheep! admittedly, it takes a bit to recongize it is a sheep but hey it is palm sheep, fits neatly in your palm for all your relaxing purposes.
“Little Lucina made me something?” Isaac paused in his reading to see what it was Chrom had for him. When it was placed in his hand Isaac looked it over a few times, since it just looked like a knitted ball. “Is this…is this a sheep?!” He asked with a smile growing on his face. “These are the little legs, right? And this is the head! Aww, this is so cute! Give Lucie a big hug for me and tell her I love it!” He understood how shy she was so he’d let Chrom relay his thanks instead.
He was going to keep this in a safe place and treasure it forever.
she was simply going with the flow but she wanted this. if she didn’t, he would have heard of it. so losing herself in the kiss, she wasn’t surprised that he pinned her to the wall. her hands held onto him as if she didn’t want to let him go. hearing his whisper, she couldn’t help but smile at him.
❝ but not here. ❞
even if she was caught in the moment, she had some sense and didn’t want to show this to everyone. moments like this were meant to be private and just between them, or so she thought. before he got the wrong idea, she quickly added in a whisper,
❝ let’s go somewhere, just the two of us. ❞
He could feel Estelle’s heartbeat from tightly he was pressed against the princess. It was racing as much as his. The smile she gave him made him pause, worried she didn’t want to continue. Her next words were sweet relief. Isaac pulled himself together.
“Then lets go somewhere private.” He whispered back. He raised a hand out to the side, a small signal for someone to open a portal to the Rift. It was the most private place he could think of, and would give them all the time they needed together.
The air rippled next to them, taking on a purple hue, as Isaac pulled Estelle through without much of an explanation. He’d mentioned he was from another world at this point, though they hadn’t gotten to sit down and discuss all the finer details of it yet.
One the other side of the portal was a normal looking apartment with a large sectional sofa, a small kitchen and table, a grand piano on the far side of the room and a short hallway off to the right. Isaac backstepped down the hall, pulling Estelle along and brought her into the bedroom on the right. A queen bed against the left wall, a desk and shelves opposite, and a closest door on the other end.
Isaac pulled his shirt off and leaned next to Estelle’s ear. “Touch me.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Ma`am, Sir.” he fixed his posture and then noticed the man’s hand extended for a shake so he hastily shook his hand. “The pleasure is all mine. I am sure it will be, otherwise, I will have Isaac take responsibility for this haha.” was his joke … okay? ngh… sometimes his humor could be taken quite literally (Olivia and Stahl are victims of that, bless their souls.)
“Ahem, yes. Isaac has been a great help to me and my country and I owe him a lot.” He doubts his parents would love to hear how their son almost got killed for a stranger’s sake, right? Better not to mention the swap plan that one time.
Regal gave a tight grip with his handshake, and evaluated Chrom based on his handshake. He looked to be an honest man, and as he was a friend of Isaac’s Regal could assume Chrom to be of excellent character.
Isaac chuckled. “I promise, you’ll be in want of nothing whilst you’re here. I’ll see to it personally.” Already Isaac was making plans to show Chrom the beach and the amusement park.
“I’m glad to hear my son has been helpful to you.” Regal nodded.
Anastasia stepped next to Isaac and fake-whispered, “It was a body double job this time, wasn’t it?”
“Mom!”
“It was obvious!” She around a childlike smile. “The two of you are two peas in a pod, it’d take little for you to disguise yourself as Chrom.”
Isaac pouted a little, knowing how much his parents worried about him. “I made sure to take every precaution and Chrom even called a healer for me after just to be sure.”
“If it’s all the same,” Regal cut in, “perhaps we should have our conversation over tea. If you two would care to join us.”
“Oh yes!” Anastasia clapped her hands together. “Isaac we have the treats you made set out and they’re just wonderful! We can have two more cups and a fresh pot of tea brought out. Please join us!”
“Amazing … Reminds me of our castle–since the days of the first Exalt. Well, it had a lot of renovation in the past couple of decades.”
Chrom followed after Isaac as he guided him to where he used to play with his mother, “A garden,” his voice trailed off remembering Emmeryn’s garden. He, too used to play there.
“Haha a knight? We’re so alike,” well, he would say he is the Hero-King. “I–hm?” his head whipped to the back when he heard someone’s voice. A beautiful lady and a tall man were there. Isaac’s family? It was apparent with the striking resemblance the three share.
“Your parents?” Chrom inquired before he faced the two and so naturally, he bowed to greet the two. “Apologies for intruding without greeting you first. My name is Chrom, uh..” right, there was no need for his title. It weighs nothing here after all. Huh … strange. It’s not like he would throw his title around in every conversation but somehow this feels …liberating to be just Chrom. Still, he is proud of his roots; the Exalt bloodline.
Chrom seemed to be enjoying the tour for the most part, though Isaac caught when there was a hint of sadness in the king’s eyes. Perhaps something in the garden made him think of the past?
Suddenly Isaac heard his mother calling to them, and his father was at her side.
“Yep.” Isaac answered and took Chrom over to meet them properly.
As Chrom introduced himself he felt the desire to say more in the introduction on a deep spiritual level. Wanting to say ‘I am Isaac Cecil Bryant, son of Duke Regal Bryant’ and so on but not being able to was a common issue for him in world jumping.
The woman had a flash of recognition in her eyes before she smiled and curtsied. “It’s nice to meet you Chrom. I’m Anastasia, Isaac’s mother.”
“I am Duke Bryant and Isaac’s father.” Regal offered a hand to Chrom. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. We hope your visit is a pleasant one.”
“Mom, Dad, this is Chrom. I’ve been traveling with him and helping to keep his country safe in his world.”
“I know! They couldn’t have worded that better?” Isaac joined in with the huffing and puffing as he grabbed a pen. Normally he’d doing a single strikethrough when making corrections but this time there was a violent scribbling out of the original sentence before writing ‘score an X into the loaf’ above it.
“In what universe is an ‘X’ a blessing?! Doesn’t that seem like a way to mark something as bad or to curse it?!” Isaac would join her in kicking the author if he could. “We’re past the dumb part now at least. The rest looks like a normal bread recipe, all we need to do is put it in the oven.”
“Exactly. Hmph. It doesn’t sound like they’re that great of a baker if they think that’s some sort of blessing.” She gave the bread loaf a withering glare. “And just how good will the bread be after all of this?”
She turned, tutting, when he said they only needed to put it in the oven. “–Fine, let’s do that. Then we can put it to the test to see if it really is good bread or not.” She certainly doubted it at this point.
“Well, it does have your blessing. I think that would count for something?” Isaac was too ready to wash his hands of this blessing business. He yanked out a cast iron skillet. “So, it does need to sit in a skillet to be in the oven. I’d normally try something else, but considering we’re right at the finish line it feels weird to start making changes now.” He plopped it on the counter and coated it with flour so the bread could sit nicely in it.
“If it does turn out bad…hmm…what does one do with bad bread?” He asked while sliding everything into the oven. “My only thought is croutons but then we have bad croutons.”
“Wow …” he was in awe as everything unfolded quickly in front of his eyes. He took a gander that the ‘thing’ Isaac was communicating was none other than Aeon. Well, it got to be him, right? Otherwise, how on earth are they going to travel?
“Right–uhh, just in case as in we might get separated? Don’t want that to happen.” excuse him to hold onto his arm. The last thing he wants is to get kicked into another world he has zero information about.
His eyes shut close when they passed the portal and he slowly opened them when he heard Isaac’s voice clearly. “Are we …Whoa….” when he finally could see better the sight in view was spectacular. Nothing like what he imagined. It shows how different this place is.
“It looks beautiful, Isaac. I take this manor is your home?” With childlike curiosity, Chrom took a couple of steps ahead to look around.
“It is! It’s belonged to the Bryant family for generations.” The architect style of the manor was different than the rest of the city of Altamira. Isaac thought showing Chrom the house first would be easier to adjust to than the hotel and amusement park.
“This is where I’d play with my mom as a child!” Isaac pulled him over to the small 'rose maze’ as he called it. It wasn’t much of a maze just some winding paths through short rose bushes. “I’d pretend I was a knight and would rescue my mom, the princess, from the mean dragon!” He got caught up in showing Chrom around the gardens and recounting childhood memories when a voice called out to them.
“Isaac! Who do you have with you?”
A middle-aged blonde woman who had many of Isaac’s facial features stood out on the patio. Next to her was an intimidating and large man with bright blue hair that matched Isaac’s.
“I do not recall having two sons.” The man whispered.
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It was strange that he is going to travel yet he didn’t need to take anything with him, aside from Falchion, of course. This whole traveling time….worlds? business for Isaac is still tripping him honestly.
“I guess I am ready then. Shall we go to your world, Isaac?”
Isaac smiled from where he sat off to the side as Chrom got his few things ready to leave. “Yes!” Isaac stood and made a gesture with his hand, like he was signaling some unseen third party. The air next to Isaac started to ripped and turn a purple hue. “This is our portal.” Normally Isaac took portals up to the Rift and then rerouted to his desired location, but with Chrom it would be easier to make it direct, even if that was more taxing on the portal itself.
Isaac grabbed Chrom’s wrist. “I got to keep a hold on you, just in case.” He explained, then pulled Chrom through the portal.
On the other side was a vast garden with an impressive and imposing manor welcoming them. “Welcome to my home.” Isaac smiled, sweeping an arm out over everything he grew up around.
