fic: Sunny Day
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bonnefoisTitle: Sunny Day
Series: Fire Emblem Awakening
Character/pairing: Maribelle/Lissa
Rating: PG-13 Series: Fire Emblem Awakening
Summary:
Maribelle and Lissa meet their (future) sons again in the Outrealms for a special day.
Word Count: 1,242
Author's note:
* Lissa/Maribelle - flower crowns, picnics, baking sweets for each other, wedding anniversary, a day in the Outrealms with Brady and Owain
treats for candy hearts exchange for SaraJaye.
Maribelle got up at dawn. Her exams were over, her (future) children were returning for the special day, it was close to one of the happiest days of her life. She couldn't quite declare this one the happiest, for with Lissa so very many days had been filled with joy and sunlight.
But this day was the day she finally married her lovely Lissa.
She stirred the ingredients with care. Maribelle would not put up with imperfections, least of all on today. Only when she was positively sure it was utterly free of lumps did she put it into the stone oven to cook.
Then, in the fire of the hearth well before dawn, Maribelle brewed herself a cup of tea and began to go over the day's itinerary.
She wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect for her darling Lissa, after all.
*
Maribelle pulled on her best lacy bonnet to shield her porcelain pale skin from the sun. She'd donned a lovely lace sundress, so akin to the wedding dress she'd worn on this day years ago. Given the occasion, Maribelle dressed her best. It was a testament to one of the happiest days in her entire life.
Though she made sure the boots she wore did not have much of a heel, considering she couldn't ride the entire time. Not when she had to make sure that her darling Lissa didn't twist her ankle with her habit of skipping around.
Lissa dressed simpler, ruffles and exposed metal of her skirts. Whatever fashion she chose, it would be lovely, for it was her Lissa.
They settled in a grassy meadow filled with colorful wildflowers of all kinds.
Lissa couldn't help but peek in the basket.
"Wow, you really got up early and cooked all this yourself? Like, not even asking for help at all?"
"Of course, darling. Any proper lady should know how to treat her beloved," Maribelle said.
The Outrealm travel always did leave her a little unsettled, but it quickly passed, and Maribelle kept up appearances, as any lady should. Thankfully there were no Risen around in this Outrealm. In the distance she saw them--though even if she hadn't, she would've known. Owain was given to...dramatics. And she could already hear him going on about something or other.
Owain looked far different this time. He didn't even have a sword, and Brady already looked tired of his theatrics. He wore a crown of flowers on his head. Perhaps a token from a lady he saved. Or he made it himself because he wanted to add a touch of color to his robes. He was her son, after all.
"Owain dear, aren't you cold? Your clothes look more suited for Plegia," Maribelle said.
"He's going by Odin now," Brady said. "It's his new secret identity."
"It can't be too secret if he just told us," Lissa said.
"I, Odin Dark, feel no cold. It only increases my strength."
"And I'll be the one to fix you up when you go and get frostbite on your butt," Brady said.
Owain, Odin now, wore the clothes of a a dark mage. In fact, he matched Brady's black robes. That might've been his intent. Or it was another game. Who knew with this dramatic son of hers?
He was certainly made for the stage, that one.
"Whatever name you go by, I'll love you just as much," Lissa said. She laughed, and ah, what a beautiful sight her wife was. Especially when she laughed.
The sun shone down and it warmed them. Brady and Odin helped spread out the blanket over the grass, and they all settled down.
Lissa opened up the basket. "Maribelle made a FEAST."
Odin reached in.
"Now, boys. Manners."
"Apologies, Mother. I have traveled a journey of a thousand miles and taken little nourishment. I am truly half-starved, subsisting only on justice--"
"Whaat! You didn't eat?" Lissa puffed out her cheeks. "You have to remember to eat!"
"We ate breakfast. He's just hungry again," Brady said.
Odin ate--without grace, but she only gave him a consternating stare, for it'd been far too long since she'd been with her sons.
Brady, perhaps, had taken at least some of her lessons in ettiquate to heart, and remembered to keep one pinkie out while he drank his tea.
Odin let out a happy sigh.
"I have traveled the many realms, of Hoshido and Nohr, and never have I tasted such delicacies as this cooking of yours, mom."
"I know, Maribelle is such a good cook! Though she's usually too busy with her law stuff to go into the kitchen much more than to make orders from the cook," Lissa said.
They chatted of distant lands while they ate. When the meal was over, Odin wiped the crumbs away from his mouth with a napkin--on Maribelle's insistence.
"And to you, fair lady, mothers of mine, I bestow a gift. There's one for you, too, Brady, dearest brother of mine."
Matching flower crowns for all of them.
"To celebrate this day of all days, when our mothers came together in eternal matrimony," Odin said.
"We'll reach our fiftieth anniversary before Odin finishes his monologue," Maribelle said.
Lissa giggled. She ducked her head. It wouldn't fit over her pigtails, so she pulled them free and let her long blond hair loose down her back.
With as dignified smile, Maribelle bowed her head as well to receive the gift.
"With it is the magic of--my love!"
"Oh brother," Brady said.
"We brought staves too. We got some good ones in the Outrealms. Special ones, sure to heal anybody up good. Figured you could both make use of them, Ma and Mama," Brady said.
"What a thoughtful gift. Especially as your mother sure loves to go on trips healing the people of Ylisse. She worries Frederick something fierce. He's set his daughter to guard her. Of course, Cynthia loves being Lissa's personal bodyguard on such heroic missions," Maribelle said.
"She reminds me so much of you, Odin. Even when you aren't around, it's nice to have that little reminder."
Lissa sniffled. Both sons came closer.
"Mother--! I was off in foreign lands stopping the wars to end all wars. But every moment, I thought of you and Mama Maribelle." He choked up, filled with emotion. And it wasn't just part of the act which had helped keep him sane in a world of ruin.
Lissa wiped at her eyes. "It's all right, I know."
"Mother, I never wished to cause you tears! I shall embark on a journey of a thousand years of redemption--"
"They're happy tears, silly! I'm just so happy to be here with my sons and my wife on our anniversary," Lissa said.
Brady sniffed, tearing up too. He bit his lip and tried to keep the tears back, under a guise of toughness, but failed. "S-So that's where I got it from."
"Come here. No more tears. I forbid it," Maribelle said.
Both boys came in for a hug. They'd gotten even bigger, with no more starvation and constant worrying about death.
"You will take breaks in your quests to visit your mothers more than once a year, or I shall be very angry, understood? And Odin, come visit Cynthia sometime as well. She asks about your adventures all the time," Maribelle said.
"I shall take on this quest with the utmost dedication, as a declaration to the very universe--"
"Sure, Ma," Brady said.
Hugging her wife, and her two sons from the future close on a sunny day. Could anything be more beautiful?
Series: Fire Emblem Awakening
Character/pairing: Maribelle/Lissa
Rating: PG-13 Series: Fire Emblem Awakening
Summary:
Maribelle and Lissa meet their (future) sons again in the Outrealms for a special day.
Word Count: 1,242
Author's note:
* Lissa/Maribelle - flower crowns, picnics, baking sweets for each other, wedding anniversary, a day in the Outrealms with Brady and Owain
treats for candy hearts exchange for SaraJaye.
Maribelle got up at dawn. Her exams were over, her (future) children were returning for the special day, it was close to one of the happiest days of her life. She couldn't quite declare this one the happiest, for with Lissa so very many days had been filled with joy and sunlight.
But this day was the day she finally married her lovely Lissa.
She stirred the ingredients with care. Maribelle would not put up with imperfections, least of all on today. Only when she was positively sure it was utterly free of lumps did she put it into the stone oven to cook.
Then, in the fire of the hearth well before dawn, Maribelle brewed herself a cup of tea and began to go over the day's itinerary.
She wouldn't settle for anything less than perfect for her darling Lissa, after all.
*
Maribelle pulled on her best lacy bonnet to shield her porcelain pale skin from the sun. She'd donned a lovely lace sundress, so akin to the wedding dress she'd worn on this day years ago. Given the occasion, Maribelle dressed her best. It was a testament to one of the happiest days in her entire life.
Though she made sure the boots she wore did not have much of a heel, considering she couldn't ride the entire time. Not when she had to make sure that her darling Lissa didn't twist her ankle with her habit of skipping around.
Lissa dressed simpler, ruffles and exposed metal of her skirts. Whatever fashion she chose, it would be lovely, for it was her Lissa.
They settled in a grassy meadow filled with colorful wildflowers of all kinds.
Lissa couldn't help but peek in the basket.
"Wow, you really got up early and cooked all this yourself? Like, not even asking for help at all?"
"Of course, darling. Any proper lady should know how to treat her beloved," Maribelle said.
The Outrealm travel always did leave her a little unsettled, but it quickly passed, and Maribelle kept up appearances, as any lady should. Thankfully there were no Risen around in this Outrealm. In the distance she saw them--though even if she hadn't, she would've known. Owain was given to...dramatics. And she could already hear him going on about something or other.
Owain looked far different this time. He didn't even have a sword, and Brady already looked tired of his theatrics. He wore a crown of flowers on his head. Perhaps a token from a lady he saved. Or he made it himself because he wanted to add a touch of color to his robes. He was her son, after all.
"Owain dear, aren't you cold? Your clothes look more suited for Plegia," Maribelle said.
"He's going by Odin now," Brady said. "It's his new secret identity."
"It can't be too secret if he just told us," Lissa said.
"I, Odin Dark, feel no cold. It only increases my strength."
"And I'll be the one to fix you up when you go and get frostbite on your butt," Brady said.
Owain, Odin now, wore the clothes of a a dark mage. In fact, he matched Brady's black robes. That might've been his intent. Or it was another game. Who knew with this dramatic son of hers?
He was certainly made for the stage, that one.
"Whatever name you go by, I'll love you just as much," Lissa said. She laughed, and ah, what a beautiful sight her wife was. Especially when she laughed.
The sun shone down and it warmed them. Brady and Odin helped spread out the blanket over the grass, and they all settled down.
Lissa opened up the basket. "Maribelle made a FEAST."
Odin reached in.
"Now, boys. Manners."
"Apologies, Mother. I have traveled a journey of a thousand miles and taken little nourishment. I am truly half-starved, subsisting only on justice--"
"Whaat! You didn't eat?" Lissa puffed out her cheeks. "You have to remember to eat!"
"We ate breakfast. He's just hungry again," Brady said.
Odin ate--without grace, but she only gave him a consternating stare, for it'd been far too long since she'd been with her sons.
Brady, perhaps, had taken at least some of her lessons in ettiquate to heart, and remembered to keep one pinkie out while he drank his tea.
Odin let out a happy sigh.
"I have traveled the many realms, of Hoshido and Nohr, and never have I tasted such delicacies as this cooking of yours, mom."
"I know, Maribelle is such a good cook! Though she's usually too busy with her law stuff to go into the kitchen much more than to make orders from the cook," Lissa said.
They chatted of distant lands while they ate. When the meal was over, Odin wiped the crumbs away from his mouth with a napkin--on Maribelle's insistence.
"And to you, fair lady, mothers of mine, I bestow a gift. There's one for you, too, Brady, dearest brother of mine."
Matching flower crowns for all of them.
"To celebrate this day of all days, when our mothers came together in eternal matrimony," Odin said.
"We'll reach our fiftieth anniversary before Odin finishes his monologue," Maribelle said.
Lissa giggled. She ducked her head. It wouldn't fit over her pigtails, so she pulled them free and let her long blond hair loose down her back.
With as dignified smile, Maribelle bowed her head as well to receive the gift.
"With it is the magic of--my love!"
"Oh brother," Brady said.
"We brought staves too. We got some good ones in the Outrealms. Special ones, sure to heal anybody up good. Figured you could both make use of them, Ma and Mama," Brady said.
"What a thoughtful gift. Especially as your mother sure loves to go on trips healing the people of Ylisse. She worries Frederick something fierce. He's set his daughter to guard her. Of course, Cynthia loves being Lissa's personal bodyguard on such heroic missions," Maribelle said.
"She reminds me so much of you, Odin. Even when you aren't around, it's nice to have that little reminder."
Lissa sniffled. Both sons came closer.
"Mother--! I was off in foreign lands stopping the wars to end all wars. But every moment, I thought of you and Mama Maribelle." He choked up, filled with emotion. And it wasn't just part of the act which had helped keep him sane in a world of ruin.
Lissa wiped at her eyes. "It's all right, I know."
"Mother, I never wished to cause you tears! I shall embark on a journey of a thousand years of redemption--"
"They're happy tears, silly! I'm just so happy to be here with my sons and my wife on our anniversary," Lissa said.
Brady sniffed, tearing up too. He bit his lip and tried to keep the tears back, under a guise of toughness, but failed. "S-So that's where I got it from."
"Come here. No more tears. I forbid it," Maribelle said.
Both boys came in for a hug. They'd gotten even bigger, with no more starvation and constant worrying about death.
"You will take breaks in your quests to visit your mothers more than once a year, or I shall be very angry, understood? And Odin, come visit Cynthia sometime as well. She asks about your adventures all the time," Maribelle said.
"I shall take on this quest with the utmost dedication, as a declaration to the very universe--"
"Sure, Ma," Brady said.
Hugging her wife, and her two sons from the future close on a sunny day. Could anything be more beautiful?
