Awakening Supports/Tharja Virion

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C Support

Tharja:
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Virion:
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Tharja:
Oh, how nice. I was just going to ask for a volunteer from the audience. Tit for tat... Become a CAT!

Virion:
Meow!

Tharja:
Oh my. That was fast. Let's try another one, shall we? Jeepers creepers... Close those PEEPERS!

Virion:
Zzzzzzzzzzz...

Tharja:
This guy's a walking curse magnet. I've never seen anything like it.

Virion:
*Snore* You are...so beautiful... *snort* Please...marry me... Zzzzz...

Tharja:
Oh, that's quite enough of that. Spiders and flies... Open your EYES!

Virion:
Whu—? Huh?! What?! Where am I?! Oh, alas! It was but a vivid dream. I've never slept so soundly in my life. Such a pity I awoke at that moment. She was on the verge of saying yes. We would have exchanged sweet nothings, and then, under the light of the moon—

Tharja:
*Ahem*

Virion:
Ah, greetings! ...Tharja, I believe? How may I be of service this fine day?

Tharja:
Service, eh? That's not a bad idea at all. Oh, you're going to be perfect.

Virion:
Aha ha ha! Oh, my good lady, you flatter me! Though I must admit, you're not the first woman to tell me such a thing. However, you ARE the most lovely! Perhaps I'm still dreaming, mmm?

Tharja:
Enough chatter. You've got chores to do. Sputter and spidge... Build me a BRIDGE!

Virion:
As you command, milady! Virion, AWAY!

Tharja:
Oh, I'm going to like him a LOT. Eee hee hee!

B Support

Tharja:
Dasher and derricks... Remodel the barracks!

Virion:
As you wish, milady! Virion, AWAY!

Tharja:
Flower and beast... Cook the whole camp a feast!

Virion:
It shall be done, milady! Virion, AWAY!

Tharja:
Hmm... What should I make him do next?

Virion:
I shall do anything you ask.

Tharja:
Did you say something?

Virion:
I said, "I shall do anything you ask." You don't even have to rhyme.

Tharja:
...Wait. Have you been awake this whole time?

Virion:
Of course.

Tharja:
That's impossible. A victim of a curse enters a trance state with no memory or awareness of his actions.

Virion:
A curse? Is that what you're trying to do? Tsk! You should have told me before. Those little hex doodads never work on me.

Tharja:
But you've been doing everything I demand without hesitation! Are you playing me for a fool? Because that would make me...angry.

Virion:
Not at all! I simply find it impossible to say no to a beautiful woman.

Tharja:
What if I told you to... Oh, I don't know. Pluck out your own eye? Or sacrifice your life?

Virion:
If necessary, I would do either one without hesitation. Ooh! Then I could wear a fine diamond eye patch.

Tharja:
If necessary?! What does that mean? You're evading the question. Or you're lying.

Virion:
I never tell a falsehood to a lady, even in jest. In time, you will come to see the sincerity of gallant Virion's heart.

Tharja:
Hmph...

A Support

Tharja:
You are a fool.

Virion:
An unfair accusation, on its face. But it does harbor a grain of truth. When in the presence of a lady so fine, it ill behooves me to appear so slovenly.

Tharja:
I'm not talking about your wardrobe! I'm talking about what you did.

Virion:
Perhaps if milady were to tell me what I did, I might better explain why I did it.

Tharja:
In our last battle, you threw yourself in front of a blow that was meant for me.

Virion:
Don't you remember our talk?

Tharja:
When you said you would give up your life if it were...necessary?

Virion:
Exactly! Well, there was also a bit about eyeball plucking, but that's beside the point.

Tharja:
You are immune to my curses, which means you chose to take the blow in my place. What I fail to understand is why.

Virion:
Once, in the not-too-distant past, I was responsible for the lives of many people. Yet when that dastard Walhart attacked, I was unable to fulfill my solemn duty. We were overrun, and those who had placed their trust in me were...cut down. In response, I swore to devote my life to the service of others. The dead are gone, but if I save others in their name, they will not have died in vain. It is...the proper thing to do.

Tharja:
That makes no sense.

Virion:
Plainspoken and blunt, as always. I do like that in a woman!

Tharja:
You are... Hmm... How do I put this?

Virion:
A gentleman of impeccable manners? A dashing rogue of countenance fair?

Tharja:
An idiot who bleeds on my behalf. I hate it when people bleed for me. I'd rather they bleed BECAUSE of me.

Virion:
Are you SURE you didn't mean to say the dashing rogue one? Because I think—

Tharja:
Enough with your japes! Now be quiet while I tend to those wounds. Otherwise, I might be tempted to stitch your mouth while I'm at it.

S Support

Virion:
Sweet Tharja. I wanted to thank you for your gentle nursing the other day. In gratitude, I brought you a small token of my goodwill. I wonder if you would do me the honor of accepting it?

Tharja:
This is a ring. ...A fancy ring. I smell a rat.

Virion:
No rats, my sweet! Only common sense. If I am ready to give my life for you, I must be at your side night and day. Otherwise, I might miss my chance were it to come.

Tharja:
So. If someone else asked you to give your life for theirs, would you do it? Is your kind offer open to strangers and village idiots alike, or am I a special case?

Virion:
I have found myself pondering that question of late. But no, Tharja. I will sacrifice myself for no one save you.

Tharja:
Why?

Virion:
When love blossoms in a man's heart, must he explain himself? But if you were to press me, I would say I have fallen for your gentle kindness.

Tharja:
You must be thinking of someone else.

Virion:
Oh? The bridge you had me build was so children could cross the stream in safety. The barrack repairs kept the soldiers dry, and my feast filled their rumbling bellies. You could have used me in any way possible, and yet you chose to benefit others. What is that, if not kindness? I would be honored to give my life in service of such an extraordinary woman!

Tharja:
I don't want you to exchange your life for mine.

Virion:
You would deny me the inestimable honor?

Tharja:
Don't worry. I have a different plan for you. I want you to live, Virion. So promise me.

Virion:
B-but that is no proper oath for a gallant warrior such as I!

Tharja:
Nevertheless, it is what I desire. And if you want to marry me, you'll do it.

Virion:
...So be it. As milady commands, I pledge to defend your life. But I also swear to never risk my own life in service of this task! ...Good heavens. These are the strangest wedding vows ever!