Awakening Supports/Maribelle Virion

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Maribelle:
Virion?

Virion:
Ah, milady! 'Tis a pleasure to be in the company of one so beautiful. Your eyes—

Maribelle:
Charmed, I'm sure. But flattery so freely given quickly loses its luster. If you insist on calling yourself a noble, you must take care what you say and do. Your words and deeds reflect not only upon yourself, but all men of breeding.

Virion:
Then, fair lady, you must tell me the best way to polish my noble reputation... Perhaps we can have a first lesson tonight over dinner? Just the two of us, mmm?

Maribelle:
Absolutely not! I can't be seen consorting with a rogue such as yourself!

Virion:
You wound me, milady! Harsh words for one whose love for you is deeper than the sea.

Maribelle:
Don't play me for a fool, cad. You've more love for that frilly shirt than for me.

Virion:
She wounds me yet again! What will it take to prove my sincerity, dear lady?

Maribelle:
I can tell you this: honey-coated words alone will not be enough.

Virion:
Then by my deeds I shall win you, and the bards will sing of our love!

Maribelle:
Any singer who utters even a word will have a quick answer from my parasol!

B Support

Virion:
And so we find ourselves come to this...

Maribelle:
Is something troubling you, Virion? You stand as if you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Virion:
You see to the core of me, my lady. I'd thought to hide my troubles from you. But 'tis true: I bear a terrible weight that threatens to crush me with every step. And your kind, loving eyes have spied it at first blush!

Maribelle:
Er...

Virion:
I find that war makes people ever so eager to whine. Don't you agree? "I can't march another step!" "Why must we carry all these spare bows?!" And so on. I had to engage in a full retreat just to give my poor ears a rest.

Maribelle:
Is THAT why you wouldn't advance with the rest of us during the previous fighting? Gods, what madness! What's wrong with you, Virion?! The fact I have even a moment's concern for your welfare boggles the mind.

Virion:
B-but...did you see the way I came running onto the battlefield at the end? It was magnificent! Why, our foes all but fled in terror at the sight of me!

Maribelle:
Was this before or after you let yourself get surrounded? Before or after you panicked and forced Chrom to rescue you?

Virion:
All part of the plan! By playing the decoy, I lured the enemy into our snare. They don't call me Virion the Cunning for nothing, you know.

Maribelle:
You are the most dishonest and silly man I've ever had the misfortune to meet. You call yourself a nobleman? Ha! I've met scullery maids more noble. You, sir, are an embarrassment to men of good breeding everywhere.

Virion:
Enough! It's one thing to consider me superficial, but dishonest? Silly? Milady's ravishing beauty hides a tongue that cuts too deep. But alas, it's not the first time I've been hurt by words so ill considered.

Maribelle:
I'm... I'm sorry, Virion. I should not have spoken so harshly.

Virion:
W-would you excuse me for a while? I have some thinking to do.

Maribelle:
Wait! Don't go! I didn't mean what I said! ...Er, at least not all of it!

A Support

Maribelle:
Hello, Virion. I've not seen much of you as of late... Are you keeping well?

Virion:
Well enough. Busy with noble deeds and so forth. ...Keeping up the good name.

Maribelle:
Er, Virion, about before...

Virion:
I should go, milady. Forgive me.

Maribelle:
Oh, yes. Yes, of course. It's just that... Well, you haven't been yourself recently. You seem tired. I rather miss my lively old Virion.

Virion:
Milady, when you called me dishonest, it gave me pause. Am I a credit to nobility? Do I bring honor to house and peer? Can I yet be better? I am unused to thinking on such things, and my ponderings gave me a terrific headache. I've barely had a bite to eat and grow ever thinner by the day. If I think any harder, I fear I shall simply waste away.

Maribelle:
Hah!

Virion:
Scorn does not become you, milady.

Maribelle:
My apologies. But I promise, I'm not mocking your plight. I just find this ever so amusing. For you see, you have already proven me wrong and don't even realize it.

Virion:
Hmm? You have me at a disadvantage, sweet lady.

Maribelle:
I said you were superficial and dishonest. A blight on all who hold good blood. But here you stand, anguishing about whether you are worthy or not. That alone proves your worth!

Virion:
...For true? A great relief if you feel so. Now I think...I must away to...the inn...

Maribelle:
Virion? Virion! H-help! Someone! Virion has collapsed!

Virion:
F-forgive me. I haven't eaten a morsel all day, and I suddenly felt quite dizzy.

Maribelle:
You fainted because you were hungry? I thought you'd suffered a mortal wound!

Virion:
Perhaps if I had some salted pork... And bread... And an apple or two...

Maribelle:
You are a remarkable man, in every sense of the word. Well, instead of lunching at the inn, perhaps you might dine with me today? I recently took down a fat boar that would be perfect in a turnip stew.

Virion:
I would be honored, milady.

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Virion:
Ah, sweetest Maribelle.

Maribelle:
Virion?

Virion:
I want to thank you again for that wonderful stew the other day.

Maribelle:
Oh, but the pleasure was mine. After all, we are friends now, aren't we? And I did so enjoy listening to your stories. Especially the one about getting lost in your own castle. I know the exact feeling!

Virion:
It seems we have much in common, being fellow members of the nobility. Perhaps when next we share a pot of stew, we might speak of more romantic things?

Maribelle:
There you go again with your wild japes... And just when I was starting to form a more favorable impression. I DO hope you're not going to disappoint me again.

Virion:
It is no jest, milady, I assure you. ...And perhaps this will prove my sincerity.

Maribelle:
...A ring? You would offer me a ring?

Virion:
I have always been your most fervent admirer, milady. I spoke true when I said my love is deeper than the sea. When you doubted me, it sent me into a raving fit of...introspection. And so ever since, I have struggled for a way to prove my sincerity.

Maribelle:
You thought yourself into unconsciousness for...me? Oh, Virion, that is so GALLANT!

Virion:
Yes, I suppose it is rather, isn't it? I mean, now that you mention it. And the gods saw fit to answer my prayer in part, for now we are friends. But milady, it is not enough... I would be more than just a friend. I would be your companion—nay, your husband!

Maribelle:
Oh... Will you ever give me peace if I refuse you? Heh... No. I don't think you will... Very well, gallant Virion. I accept your ring.

Virion:
T-truly?!

Maribelle:
You should know by now that I always mean what I say. But if we are to wed, you must pledge to put my happiness above all else. Agreed?

Virion:
With every fiber of my being I agree! I shall think of nothing but! And when this hateful war is over, I shall welcome you to my home! Our celebration feast shall be the envy of nobles throughout the land!

Maribelle:
Oh, I think not! Surely you know you must marry into MY house. We have no male heirs, and my father will insist on adopting my husband.

Virion:
Y-you mean... We would have to live with your parents?! Er, th-that is to say... If milady so wishes...then of course I would be...honored? Ah ha ha! Ha ha. Haaaaa...