fic: Late/Waiting
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bonnefoisTitle: Late/Waiting
Series: FEH/FEA
Character/Pairing: F!Robin/Tharja
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1734
Summary: Due to a mishap with Kiran's summoning, Robin arrives quite late to the bridal festival.
Tharja does everything in her power to ensure Robin gets summoned to the festival.
Author's Note:
Bride Tharja is so pretty, formaing with her has been fun.
A treat for femslashex.
Kiran sighed and brushed her robes off. The book still faintly glowed, and the stone slab ebbed the last bit of power.
Her face, as always, was hidden completely by the white and gold hood of her robes.
"Well, I did pretty good. I brought Tharja here, and she'll definitely help the troops. Now back to gathering orbs."
A vengeful shadow stood behind Kiran. She turned to see a woman in a wedding dress that was filmy, dark, mysterious and beautiful.
Just like the woman who wore it.
"Ah, the new summon," Kiran said.
Kiran smiled. "I look forward to seeing just what you can do. I've heard lots about your abilities. Hope the journey wasn't too hard on you."
"Excuse me," Tharja said coldly. "I think you forgot something. I'm ready for my arrival at this bride festival, and my wife is not here. How much longer must I wait until she arrives? I'm enduring this festival full of people and sappiness and other deeply unpleasant things, all for a glimpse of my bride. And she is not here."
She glared with the deepest hate at Kiran. The kind of hate which would be fertile ground for a strong ritual.
"Fix this, or I'll fix you."
Kiran crossed her arms over her chest.
"Fix my orb count, then. Because I need it to power my tome," Kiran said.
Tharja's lip curled in a snarl. "Orbs power your book? I've never heard of such a thing. Orbs are found around this place like stones. You cannot take a step without tripping over them."
"Maybe you have a better sense than I, or better luck, because I'm down to nothing. And there's nothing I can do about it. I've dug, I've pawed at the ground, I've searched and quested, I've even prayed to the gods. One of them personally showed up to mock me."
Kiran shook her head.
"Damned Loki," she said.
"Fine. If you cannot find these orbs, then I will."
So Tharja hitched up her filmy dark skirts and set off to find the orbs.
And woe be onto whoever got in the way of her quest.
*
Tharja was good at finding things. People, too. Namely Robin. She couldn't be bothered to care about any old boring soldier. But from the first moment, she knew that Robin was special, and the one she was destined for.
She could sense people and things. Most mages and sorceresses knew about how to feel the essence. Robin had the darkest essence shadowing her, yet the kindest soul.
Tharja tracked down each shiny orb. Some she found by sight alone. Others, she used a bit of scrying.
She scryed for her love, too. But the echoes came back empty.
Soldiers and monsters got in her way, but she cared little. A hex for this, flames to any who got too near.
With each one, she got closer.
"I'll find you yet, Robin. And bring you back to me," she said.
As far as it took, as long as it took.
*
Massive mountains, craggy and tall, were surrounded by gray clouds.
She gathered ash in her satchel for later rituals.
Her flowers wilted. In the land of flames, she picked more. Red flowers which had a hint of flame to them.
Muspell posies, picked between the mountains and active volcanos of this realm.
She heard a laugh behind her as she picked the last of her bouquet. A tall man cloaked in the robes of a king and flames sneered at her.
No, a god.
"You're pretty daring to come into the land of flame alone."
She gave him a withering look.
"I was raised in the lands of the fell dragon. At birth, the tether between me and my mother was cut with a single, sharp curse as it had been for generations." All of us grew up wondering who would be devoured by the god of the land.
"And one day, I would fall in love with the vessel of that very god, the one my family renounced and refused to worship, even when it was punishable by death. Robin looked death to the face, and killed the fell dragon of destruction that would be her, if she had accepted that fate. And through it all, she lived."
She leveled her gaze at him, and it was as cold as Nifl.
"I do not fear you, godling."
The god laughed again.
"You're a spirited one. If I wasn't amused by you, I'd turn you into ash and rubble. I could give you power, and make you my champion."
"I have power, and I am no one's champion but Robin. All I need are enough orbs to bring my wife back to me here in these realms."
She turned, and clutched her bouquet tight.
She felt the flames that licked her heels and the edges of her bridal gown. She lifted up her posies and let the flowers singe, and catch the flames.
Muspell posies dug their roots deep into the lava and flames. Ash was there only soil in this land of flames.
What the posies didn't take, she endured. It was less painful than being without Robin. She breathed in the smoke, the power.
She turned, her gray eyes filled with cold hate.
"You're lucky that I'm busy finding her, or I'd curse you within an inch of your wretched life. As it is, you live for another day, godling."
Tharja tossed her long, black hair and went on. A second burst of flames didn't follow her.
Muspell could have their gods, she had her own to worship. The woman she loved who killed the god of Plegia, who she would've become.
*
Tharja returned carrying a massive bag that dragged behind her.
"There you are, Tharja. I was looking for you."
"I haven't forgotten our promise, Kiran," Tharja said.
Kiran laughed nervously. "That isn't full of bodies, is it?"
"Hee Hee....not quite. Though yours will join them if you let me down again."
"Good luck summoning her then," Kiran said dryly.
Tharja opened the bag. It was bursting at the seams and full of glittering orbs. The hood fell back, and Kiran's blue eyes widened not just with shock, but desire.
"T-That many?"
" You said you wanted orbs? Here. Take them. They're worthless for me, and Askr is brimming with them. They can be found under every stone and in every river. I have traveled a long and dangerous journey to bring these to you. Now, fulfill your side of the promise. Bring me my wife, or else," Tharja said darkly.
"All right, I'll try. But, I just hope she isn't behind the colorless door. They say I can find the strongest beasts and gods and dragons there, but I've gotten nothing but old priests who can barely walk."
Kiran sighed and shook her head. "They don't call it Colorless Hell for nothing."
"I'll send you to an even worse hell if you keep me from my wife," Tharja said coldly.
"I'm trying, here. Summoning is an imprecise art. Trust me, if I had what I wanted, Heather would already be here. I've been trying to summon her for four years and she just won't appear. Probably flirting with women in some realm I haven't discovered yet. And don't even get me started on the number of times I've tried to summon for the Kamui from Valentia. I keep getting Corrins."
"I don't care about your excuses. I brought you the orbs. Bring her to me. You don't want to break any promise to me," Tharja said.
"I'll do my best," Kiran said.
*
It took most of the pile of those orbs, but it finally happened.
And then, all of the sudden, the silhouette of beauty and everything she wanted shone.
Robin's hair was silvery and pale in this light, even more so from the delicate lace veil pulled back and attached with white flowers.
She had a huge bouquet of lillies wrapped in ribbons.
Robin stared out at the festivities and glanced down.
"A Plegian wedding dress? Did I fall and hit my head again?"
Finally, her wife had arrived. And in what splendor, too. Her dress was serpentine and so beautifully dark. Gold and white flowers.
She was dressed in a black dress and white veil, both sides of the scale. Robin looked fit for a funeral. How wonderful, just the kind of thing Tharja preferred than these festivals.
Funerals were always such good fodder for her rituals and magic. Sitting shrouded and so close to death, she could draw power into her fingertips.
"You've kept me waiting a long time, my love," Tharja said.
"It it was anyone else, I wouldn't have forgiven them. But you...are always the exception."
Robin blushed at the very sight of her.
"Tharja...you're...beautiful! Just as beautiful as the day I married you after we defeated the fell Dragon, and you found me again. You never stopped looking for me."
Robin smiled tenderly.
"Now I remember. You and I were going to a festival. I seem to have gotten lost somewhere along the way. I think the summoning might've left me a bit dizzy."
"I'll forgive you because I love you more than any other. But it is quite rude to keep a bride waiting this long."
"Sorry, I'll be sure to make it up to you. But, er, is this our actual wedding? I was under the impression we had already married..."
"It's a festival, not a true wedding. But it was wrong to be here dressed like this without my one and only by my side."
"You'll have to catch me up on what happened while I was gone. Until then, we'll be two blushing brides together in the festival. This should be fun," Robin said.
Robin held out her gloved hand and Tharja gladly took it. Robin led the way, always full of such kindness and compassion. Things which Tharja was less skilled at.
Things which made Tharja love her wife all the more.
Tharja saw little fun in crowds full of people. Their stupidity, inanity, and sappiness.
But, what made Robin happy she would fight to protect.
Tharja was not one for the bright lights of a festival. There were so many troublesome people to deal with. But it was not quite so bad with her wife by her side.
Author's note:
Corn's name in Japanese was Kamui. That's why Kiran kept getting Corns when trying for Kamui (Echoes.)
Series: FEH/FEA
Character/Pairing: F!Robin/Tharja
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1734
Summary: Due to a mishap with Kiran's summoning, Robin arrives quite late to the bridal festival.
Tharja does everything in her power to ensure Robin gets summoned to the festival.
Author's Note:
Bride Tharja is so pretty, formaing with her has been fun.
A treat for femslashex.
Kiran sighed and brushed her robes off. The book still faintly glowed, and the stone slab ebbed the last bit of power.
Her face, as always, was hidden completely by the white and gold hood of her robes.
"Well, I did pretty good. I brought Tharja here, and she'll definitely help the troops. Now back to gathering orbs."
A vengeful shadow stood behind Kiran. She turned to see a woman in a wedding dress that was filmy, dark, mysterious and beautiful.
Just like the woman who wore it.
"Ah, the new summon," Kiran said.
Kiran smiled. "I look forward to seeing just what you can do. I've heard lots about your abilities. Hope the journey wasn't too hard on you."
"Excuse me," Tharja said coldly. "I think you forgot something. I'm ready for my arrival at this bride festival, and my wife is not here. How much longer must I wait until she arrives? I'm enduring this festival full of people and sappiness and other deeply unpleasant things, all for a glimpse of my bride. And she is not here."
She glared with the deepest hate at Kiran. The kind of hate which would be fertile ground for a strong ritual.
"Fix this, or I'll fix you."
Kiran crossed her arms over her chest.
"Fix my orb count, then. Because I need it to power my tome," Kiran said.
Tharja's lip curled in a snarl. "Orbs power your book? I've never heard of such a thing. Orbs are found around this place like stones. You cannot take a step without tripping over them."
"Maybe you have a better sense than I, or better luck, because I'm down to nothing. And there's nothing I can do about it. I've dug, I've pawed at the ground, I've searched and quested, I've even prayed to the gods. One of them personally showed up to mock me."
Kiran shook her head.
"Damned Loki," she said.
"Fine. If you cannot find these orbs, then I will."
So Tharja hitched up her filmy dark skirts and set off to find the orbs.
And woe be onto whoever got in the way of her quest.
*
Tharja was good at finding things. People, too. Namely Robin. She couldn't be bothered to care about any old boring soldier. But from the first moment, she knew that Robin was special, and the one she was destined for.
She could sense people and things. Most mages and sorceresses knew about how to feel the essence. Robin had the darkest essence shadowing her, yet the kindest soul.
Tharja tracked down each shiny orb. Some she found by sight alone. Others, she used a bit of scrying.
She scryed for her love, too. But the echoes came back empty.
Soldiers and monsters got in her way, but she cared little. A hex for this, flames to any who got too near.
With each one, she got closer.
"I'll find you yet, Robin. And bring you back to me," she said.
As far as it took, as long as it took.
*
Massive mountains, craggy and tall, were surrounded by gray clouds.
She gathered ash in her satchel for later rituals.
Her flowers wilted. In the land of flames, she picked more. Red flowers which had a hint of flame to them.
Muspell posies, picked between the mountains and active volcanos of this realm.
She heard a laugh behind her as she picked the last of her bouquet. A tall man cloaked in the robes of a king and flames sneered at her.
No, a god.
"You're pretty daring to come into the land of flame alone."
She gave him a withering look.
"I was raised in the lands of the fell dragon. At birth, the tether between me and my mother was cut with a single, sharp curse as it had been for generations." All of us grew up wondering who would be devoured by the god of the land.
"And one day, I would fall in love with the vessel of that very god, the one my family renounced and refused to worship, even when it was punishable by death. Robin looked death to the face, and killed the fell dragon of destruction that would be her, if she had accepted that fate. And through it all, she lived."
She leveled her gaze at him, and it was as cold as Nifl.
"I do not fear you, godling."
The god laughed again.
"You're a spirited one. If I wasn't amused by you, I'd turn you into ash and rubble. I could give you power, and make you my champion."
"I have power, and I am no one's champion but Robin. All I need are enough orbs to bring my wife back to me here in these realms."
She turned, and clutched her bouquet tight.
She felt the flames that licked her heels and the edges of her bridal gown. She lifted up her posies and let the flowers singe, and catch the flames.
Muspell posies dug their roots deep into the lava and flames. Ash was there only soil in this land of flames.
What the posies didn't take, she endured. It was less painful than being without Robin. She breathed in the smoke, the power.
She turned, her gray eyes filled with cold hate.
"You're lucky that I'm busy finding her, or I'd curse you within an inch of your wretched life. As it is, you live for another day, godling."
Tharja tossed her long, black hair and went on. A second burst of flames didn't follow her.
Muspell could have their gods, she had her own to worship. The woman she loved who killed the god of Plegia, who she would've become.
*
Tharja returned carrying a massive bag that dragged behind her.
"There you are, Tharja. I was looking for you."
"I haven't forgotten our promise, Kiran," Tharja said.
Kiran laughed nervously. "That isn't full of bodies, is it?"
"Hee Hee....not quite. Though yours will join them if you let me down again."
"Good luck summoning her then," Kiran said dryly.
Tharja opened the bag. It was bursting at the seams and full of glittering orbs. The hood fell back, and Kiran's blue eyes widened not just with shock, but desire.
"T-That many?"
" You said you wanted orbs? Here. Take them. They're worthless for me, and Askr is brimming with them. They can be found under every stone and in every river. I have traveled a long and dangerous journey to bring these to you. Now, fulfill your side of the promise. Bring me my wife, or else," Tharja said darkly.
"All right, I'll try. But, I just hope she isn't behind the colorless door. They say I can find the strongest beasts and gods and dragons there, but I've gotten nothing but old priests who can barely walk."
Kiran sighed and shook her head. "They don't call it Colorless Hell for nothing."
"I'll send you to an even worse hell if you keep me from my wife," Tharja said coldly.
"I'm trying, here. Summoning is an imprecise art. Trust me, if I had what I wanted, Heather would already be here. I've been trying to summon her for four years and she just won't appear. Probably flirting with women in some realm I haven't discovered yet. And don't even get me started on the number of times I've tried to summon for the Kamui from Valentia. I keep getting Corrins."
"I don't care about your excuses. I brought you the orbs. Bring her to me. You don't want to break any promise to me," Tharja said.
"I'll do my best," Kiran said.
*
It took most of the pile of those orbs, but it finally happened.
And then, all of the sudden, the silhouette of beauty and everything she wanted shone.
Robin's hair was silvery and pale in this light, even more so from the delicate lace veil pulled back and attached with white flowers.
She had a huge bouquet of lillies wrapped in ribbons.
Robin stared out at the festivities and glanced down.
"A Plegian wedding dress? Did I fall and hit my head again?"
Finally, her wife had arrived. And in what splendor, too. Her dress was serpentine and so beautifully dark. Gold and white flowers.
She was dressed in a black dress and white veil, both sides of the scale. Robin looked fit for a funeral. How wonderful, just the kind of thing Tharja preferred than these festivals.
Funerals were always such good fodder for her rituals and magic. Sitting shrouded and so close to death, she could draw power into her fingertips.
"You've kept me waiting a long time, my love," Tharja said.
"It it was anyone else, I wouldn't have forgiven them. But you...are always the exception."
Robin blushed at the very sight of her.
"Tharja...you're...beautiful! Just as beautiful as the day I married you after we defeated the fell Dragon, and you found me again. You never stopped looking for me."
Robin smiled tenderly.
"Now I remember. You and I were going to a festival. I seem to have gotten lost somewhere along the way. I think the summoning might've left me a bit dizzy."
"I'll forgive you because I love you more than any other. But it is quite rude to keep a bride waiting this long."
"Sorry, I'll be sure to make it up to you. But, er, is this our actual wedding? I was under the impression we had already married..."
"It's a festival, not a true wedding. But it was wrong to be here dressed like this without my one and only by my side."
"You'll have to catch me up on what happened while I was gone. Until then, we'll be two blushing brides together in the festival. This should be fun," Robin said.
Robin held out her gloved hand and Tharja gladly took it. Robin led the way, always full of such kindness and compassion. Things which Tharja was less skilled at.
Things which made Tharja love her wife all the more.
Tharja saw little fun in crowds full of people. Their stupidity, inanity, and sappiness.
But, what made Robin happy she would fight to protect.
Tharja was not one for the bright lights of a festival. There were so many troublesome people to deal with. But it was not quite so bad with her wife by her side.
Author's note:
Corn's name in Japanese was Kamui. That's why Kiran kept getting Corns when trying for Kamui (Echoes.)
