Awakening Supports/Tharja Stahl

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C Support

Stahl:
Hey there, Tharja. Catch!

Tharja:
...A fig? And what do you want me to do with this?

Stahl:
Just thought you might be hungry. You barely touched your lunch, and you're pretty scrawny, yeah? Figured a nice juicy fig might hit the spot.

Tharja:
You were spying on me in the mess tent?

Stahl:
Well, I'd hardly call it "spying"... I mean, it's a public place, right? Anyway, I just noticed you were pushing beans around with a fork.

Tharja:
Oh. Well, all right then. Very thoughtful of you.

Stahl:
I actually have a whole bag. I could leave 'em right here if you—

Tharja:
One is enough.

Stahl:
Right. Got it. Well, I guess I'd better, um... Yeah. Just let me know if I can do anything else for you, all right?

Tharja:
I am suspicious of this unbidden kindness.

Stahl:
Sorry, what was that?

Tharja:
Nothing, nothing... ...... You know, in my home, it is customary for new friends to exchange locks of hair. Perhaps you would give me a strand or two from your head.

Stahl:
Huh? Oh, well, sure, I guess. I mean, if it's a custom...

Tharja:
Thank you. You have been most helpful... Eee hee hee...

B Support

Stahl:
Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard of it.

Tharja:
You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?

Stahl:
Er, nonsense?

Tharja:
Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of hair, right?

Stahl:
Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?

Tharja:
Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing. It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly painful manner.

Stahl:
What?! But that's so...mean.

Tharja:
Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer with truth, or else!

Stahl:
*Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of...um...concerned.

Tharja:
You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever took the throne.

Stahl:
No, that's not what—

Tharja:
I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I imagine any of you sad sacks will believe me.

Stahl:
That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja.

Tharja:
Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?

Stahl:
Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.

Tharja:
If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!

Stahl:
Rrr...right. Got it. I'll just be...walking...over here now.

Tharja:
Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprised that you are what you claim to be. That's all.

A Support

Stahl:
Hey, Tharja. Whatcha doing with that big crystal orb?

Tharja:
Divination.

Stahl:
Soooo, is that some kind of hex or what?

Tharja:
Divination is the art of seeing into the future. Right now I'm trying to see who is going to win our next battle.

Stahl:
N-no! Don't do that!

Tharja:
...Come again?

Stahl:
If you see victory for us, we might get complacent and lose. And if you see defeat, we'll give up before we've even tried. Don't you see? No good can come of what you're doing.

Tharja:
I suppose that's one way to look at it. I thought you'd be more confident.

Stahl:
Oh, no. I go into every battle expecting to get my lunch handed to me.

Tharja:
How inspiring.

Stahl:
But don't worry! You're my special friend! I'll die before I let anything happen to you!

Tharja:
...What?

Stahl:
Oh gods. Did I really just say "special friend"? I meant "stalwart ally." That's it! That's all.

Tharja:
That's weird.

Stahl:
Ugh... Well, you're the one who put that stupid truth spell on me. I can't help it if everything I say comes out in shades of pink.

Tharja:
Hmm. I'd forgotten about that.

Stahl:
Still, it's funny. Having to speak the truth is almost...relaxing, in a way.

Tharja:
That's the first time one of my victims has thanked me. ...... Still, if you are so eager to be friends, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible.

Stahl:
Really? You mean it? My heart bounds like a thousand fluffy kittens! ...... Uh, do you think you could remove this hex now?

S Support

Stahl:
Ha! Hya! Eeeya! ...Nope. Still not right.

Tharja:
You'll get it eventually.

Stahl:
Yeah, but when? I need to hone my skills if I want to serve Chrom and the others. Plus you'll never like me if I don't get strong and powerful.

Tharja:
...Like you?

Stahl:
I mean, you're always strong and tough and scary, right? Well, I'm not. I'm just some guy who floats through life on a breeze. So if I don't get stronger, I'm never...you know. Gonna have a chance.

Tharja:
Bashing a practice dummy to smithereens will not improve my opinion of you.

Stahl:
Yeah, but it couldn't hurt, right?

Tharja:
You're missing the point. Your modesty and flightiness ARE your strengths. They are also...oddly charming.

Stahl:
Wait, really? They are?

Tharja:
Yes, I suppose. Though gods help me if I understand why.

Stahl:
Oh, Tharja! Marry me!

Tharja:
Is this some kind of joke?

Stahl:
I love you! I hunger for you with the passion of ten thousand dying suns! I can't breathe around you. I... *wheeze* *gasp* Look, I even went out and got a ring and everything. ...Please?

Tharja:
For someone so mild mannered, you can be quite forceful... Very well. I accept.

Stahl:
Really?! WOO! Tharja, this is the best day of my entire life! And you know that's true because I'd die a horrible death if I lied to you.

Tharja:
Actually, I removed that curse some time ago.

Stahl:
You removed... Wait, what?!

Tharja:
Oh, yes. You had the power to hold your tongue all along.

Stahl:
Really? ...REALLY really? ...... I think all the kittens in my heart just died of shame...