fic: Skinned Knees
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bonnefoisTitle: Skinned Knees
Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Character/pairing: Henry/Sumia, Cynthia
Rating: PG at very most.
Word count: 820
Summary: Henry lives with a family of klutzes.
Author's note:
For SaraJaye, starting off the winter holidays in November.
The clatter was something, a whole war's worth of noise. Life never got too quiet in their house. Sumia and Cynthia lay on the floor, while their new dishes with little painted flowers on them lay about the floor. Good thing they'd got it on special, because a few were already chipped. Then again, people tended to just put things on special when they saw Henry. Sometimes they'd just give him a deal and run right away, like they'd seen a ghost. Or a killer after them with a crow.
Life was funny like that. New dishes, then wife and kid broke them both. Maybe he should invest in wooden dishes instead. But, what fun would that be?
Their house was small, because who could afford a castle when 60% of their income went to fixing what his wife and daughter broke over the week? Not that it was bad. He had enough room for his tomes, the bandages, the more bandages, the vulneraries, the brooms, the other brooms--not for riding, but cleaning. Though riding them could be fun, too, and of course the dust pans. So many dust pans.
Henry laughed. "Wow, you two are really talented at this! It took real effort to break that much all at once!"
"Ouchies!"
"She's just like me," Sumia said. She sighed.
"Oh, for real! Nyahaha!"
Sumia had gotten more dents from tripping over the years than from battle. At least, in this realm. Because according to Cynthia, Sumia got to be a terror on the battlefield when she got older. Henry must've rubbed off on her.
"I was hoping that would skip a generation. Or disappear entirely."
"And I'd follow after dad?" Cynthia said hopefully. Her pale pigtails bounced as she tried to right herself.
Sumia looked to Henry, who had taken to laughing like a villain at the sheer level of chaos in their house.
"Maybe not," Sumia said.
"But, I like it. Especially with how you FELL for me."
Henry laughed hard at his own pun of a dad joke.
"Oh, I hope I DIE laughing someday, that's such a good one!"
Cynthia clutched her hands into fists. "Not anytime soon! Not for hundreds and hundreds of years!"
"You think I'm secretly a dragon?"
Cynthia brightened at that. "Then Owain and I can match with super special brands!"
Her smile disappeared, as the pain set in.
"Ouchies! I skinned my knee on the way down," Cynthia said.
Boots were off inside, though they had to get them some indoors slippers. Some which were impervious to glass and other broken splinters.
Of course, her knees had a criss-cross of many scars from the times she'd toppled over. And if she didn't always wear gloves, they'd have had a lot.
Back when Cynthia was a child, in the realm before, Henry had fixed every scrape and scratch with magic. But, this Henry, spared by time, had taken to keeping Vulneraries around. If only because his creative magic plus Sumia and daughters ended up with them backflipping and doing somersaults with every trip. Clumsiness and Henry's magic didn't mix.
But, for old time's sake, he used a little magic cure. Also, because backflips sounded great. If it ended up with more destruction, then all the more fun to be had.
Henry bent down, kissed her knees, and cupped them in the dark warmth of the spiraled energy contained in his hand.
"There, no more boo-boos."
Cynthia gave him the brightest smile. "Thanks, dad! You're the best."
"Nyaha. I certainly try."
He helped up both of his girls, with all their bandages and bruises and adorable clumsiness. (There were vulneraries and bandages in every room in the house, just in case.)
"Now, off to buy more plates," Henry said, all too cheerfully. "Though, you'll probably have them broken by next week at least."
"We should clean this up first," Sumia said.
"Why? If we get robbed, they'll cut themselves on the glass."
"Nothing to rob here, unless they taken the broken cutlery," Sumia said.
"Let's get utensils that aren't quite so breakable."
Sumia looked down sadly. Even some of the forks had managed to be bent in the carnage.
"Breakable being a relative term," Sumia said.
"I never thought I'd meet a girl who could manage to break a fork without even trying. I sure am lucky, Nyahaha! Let's all go together. Maybe you'll break the entire market down, and get us banned from Ylisse entirely! Now wouldn't that be fun?"
And it brought a smile to her face, to all their faces. Dad, taking joy in chaos. Daughter from another time, happy to have her family again, and wife, happy to find someone who found humor in her foibles.
Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Character/pairing: Henry/Sumia, Cynthia
Rating: PG at very most.
Word count: 820
Summary: Henry lives with a family of klutzes.
Author's note:
For SaraJaye, starting off the winter holidays in November.
The clatter was something, a whole war's worth of noise. Life never got too quiet in their house. Sumia and Cynthia lay on the floor, while their new dishes with little painted flowers on them lay about the floor. Good thing they'd got it on special, because a few were already chipped. Then again, people tended to just put things on special when they saw Henry. Sometimes they'd just give him a deal and run right away, like they'd seen a ghost. Or a killer after them with a crow.
Life was funny like that. New dishes, then wife and kid broke them both. Maybe he should invest in wooden dishes instead. But, what fun would that be?
Their house was small, because who could afford a castle when 60% of their income went to fixing what his wife and daughter broke over the week? Not that it was bad. He had enough room for his tomes, the bandages, the more bandages, the vulneraries, the brooms, the other brooms--not for riding, but cleaning. Though riding them could be fun, too, and of course the dust pans. So many dust pans.
Henry laughed. "Wow, you two are really talented at this! It took real effort to break that much all at once!"
"Ouchies!"
"She's just like me," Sumia said. She sighed.
"Oh, for real! Nyahaha!"
Sumia had gotten more dents from tripping over the years than from battle. At least, in this realm. Because according to Cynthia, Sumia got to be a terror on the battlefield when she got older. Henry must've rubbed off on her.
"I was hoping that would skip a generation. Or disappear entirely."
"And I'd follow after dad?" Cynthia said hopefully. Her pale pigtails bounced as she tried to right herself.
Sumia looked to Henry, who had taken to laughing like a villain at the sheer level of chaos in their house.
"Maybe not," Sumia said.
"But, I like it. Especially with how you FELL for me."
Henry laughed hard at his own pun of a dad joke.
"Oh, I hope I DIE laughing someday, that's such a good one!"
Cynthia clutched her hands into fists. "Not anytime soon! Not for hundreds and hundreds of years!"
"You think I'm secretly a dragon?"
Cynthia brightened at that. "Then Owain and I can match with super special brands!"
Her smile disappeared, as the pain set in.
"Ouchies! I skinned my knee on the way down," Cynthia said.
Boots were off inside, though they had to get them some indoors slippers. Some which were impervious to glass and other broken splinters.
Of course, her knees had a criss-cross of many scars from the times she'd toppled over. And if she didn't always wear gloves, they'd have had a lot.
Back when Cynthia was a child, in the realm before, Henry had fixed every scrape and scratch with magic. But, this Henry, spared by time, had taken to keeping Vulneraries around. If only because his creative magic plus Sumia and daughters ended up with them backflipping and doing somersaults with every trip. Clumsiness and Henry's magic didn't mix.
But, for old time's sake, he used a little magic cure. Also, because backflips sounded great. If it ended up with more destruction, then all the more fun to be had.
Henry bent down, kissed her knees, and cupped them in the dark warmth of the spiraled energy contained in his hand.
"There, no more boo-boos."
Cynthia gave him the brightest smile. "Thanks, dad! You're the best."
"Nyaha. I certainly try."
He helped up both of his girls, with all their bandages and bruises and adorable clumsiness. (There were vulneraries and bandages in every room in the house, just in case.)
"Now, off to buy more plates," Henry said, all too cheerfully. "Though, you'll probably have them broken by next week at least."
"We should clean this up first," Sumia said.
"Why? If we get robbed, they'll cut themselves on the glass."
"Nothing to rob here, unless they taken the broken cutlery," Sumia said.
"Let's get utensils that aren't quite so breakable."
Sumia looked down sadly. Even some of the forks had managed to be bent in the carnage.
"Breakable being a relative term," Sumia said.
"I never thought I'd meet a girl who could manage to break a fork without even trying. I sure am lucky, Nyahaha! Let's all go together. Maybe you'll break the entire market down, and get us banned from Ylisse entirely! Now wouldn't that be fun?"
And it brought a smile to her face, to all their faces. Dad, taking joy in chaos. Daughter from another time, happy to have her family again, and wife, happy to find someone who found humor in her foibles.
