fic: catnap
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r_amythest posted coincidentally on her birthday! ♥ *innocent eyelash flutter*
Title: catnap (6/?)
Fandom: FE9 | Tellius
Character/Pairing: Ike+Soren, childhood gen.
Rating: G
Summary:
a/n: #02 - Sunburn for 30_ways. I couldn’t resist. Yes, more sleeping. It had to be addressed.
Um, as r-amythest has reminded me, cats are crepuscular, however this would be unknown in this universe, thus they would still assume them nocturnal.
And as always, for r-amythest.
—
Soren could fall asleep at little or no provocation. Midway through a game of stickball or tag, Soren would start to lag behind more than usual. First it’d be one yawn, then two. His ears would flicker until finally he’d offer some excuse; his feet hurting, his arm being sore, till finally he would offer to be the judge, or referee or simply watch.
Soren would watch for a short time, but it wouldn’t be long before he started blinking more, until he finally succumbed to the sleepiness and nestled down. Soon enough he would curl up in the sun and fall asleep.
Ike never really understood that, but Titania said it was a cat thing. Were cats especially sleepy? Even if Soren was good and spent all night snuggled up in his bed, Ike wasn’t sure he spent the entire time sleeping. After all, it wasn’t as if he’d stay up and watch Soren all night just to see if he really slept.
Mist said cats were nocturnal. Ever since Soren came, she’d asked for Cat books for bedtime. Titania never blinked an eye as she read about the sleeping, eating and hunting habits of the domestic cat. Perhaps it was strange, but Mist seemed determined to know everything possible about Soren, or to be more precise, cats in general.
Ike was less interested in books, but liked the kinds of information that Mist would randomly spout off to anyone within listening distance.
(“Did you know that cats can see in the dark? And their hearing is a LOT better than ours, smelling too! It was, um...five times, I think?”)
To Ike, Soren would always hold a little magic. He purred and nestled close and warm. Even dragons and warriors had a hard time beating that.
-x-
Soren loved sunny spots. He was curl up and just drink in the warmth until it was mid-day at least. He could sleep for hours if given the chance. Even if he was startled awake, he would simply send a scathing glare at the offender and reposition himself, only to fall asleep moments later.
Sometimes, Ike didn’t think things over. The only real thought in his mind was that if Soren liked sunlight so much, it must be really good. Soren drank it up like it was something tasty – and Ike had to wonder, did sunlight have a taste?
So when Soren sprawled out in the sunshine, Ike stripped down to his underclothes and curled up beside him. The warmth lulled him to sleep easily, even more with the sleepy quiet breathing of Soren next to him, the feeling of his hair against his face with every breath.
Ike couldn’t say how long he was out. An hour? Two? Maybe even three, but he had fallen asleep at the highest point of the sun.
When he awoke (groggy and disconcerted) all Ike could feel was a searing sort of pain. He tried to roll over from where he was laying, but yelped when his skin touched the ground.
He pushed himself up, frantic to stop his skin from the painful itchy burning sensation that covered over all of his back.
Ike had lain on his stomach to sleep, and now he couldn’t see whatever had happened. It crossed his young mind that he might die from this sort of horrible pain, and he bit his lip to stop the tears that threatened to overflow. He was a big boy, Mist was the one who did the crying in their family.
Soren lay still, his leg twitching from some happy dream. Ike wobbled back to the main buildings, searching for every last drop of courage he had. Maybe Rhys could save him yet if he hurried.
-x-
Ike had to grip the door frame when he reached the room that served as both Rhys’ living quarters and healing room for whatever ailments or injuries might plague the group.
“Oh, Ike. Hello,” he smiled. His gaze over Ike was kind and benevolent.
“Is there something you needed?” Rhys asked.
“My back—”
“Let me see,” Rhys said.
Ike turned around. He couldn’t see what had happened to his back, the only this he knew was it ached like nothing he had ever felt before. Was his skin going to fall off? Ike’s mind provided so many possibilities, he had to shut his eyes tight and shake his head to push them back.
“Ah, a Sunburn,” Rhys said after some careful study.
Ike took a deep breath. “But I’m going to live, right..?”
Rhys placed a delicate hand to his face to hide his smile.
“Oh, probably..”
At Ike’s startled face, Rhys laughed softly.
“You’ll be fine,” he amended.
“Just let me clean it out before I heal it. I have some soothing herbs here somewhere...”
Rhys checked through his formidable stash of dried salves and herbal treatments, from treating beestrings to burns, if it helped, Rhys had it. His selection was neat and orderly, and it only took a few minutes for Rhys to locate the salve and some cool water.
“This will hurt a bit, but it has to be clean before I heal it,” Rhys said.
The water was cold and it hurt. Tears stung at his eyes. Ike balled his fists up and pressed them against his eyes hard until the tears went back into hiding like the cowards they were. He felt the water run off his back to the floor, and Ike focused his mind on swordplay, on the drills – on anything but the pain.
“Just a little more,” Rhys said gently.
He rubbed in a salve (Aloe Vera, he called it) and told Ike to rest a while on his stomach. Once the salve had set in, Rhys would use the heal staff for Ike’s back. Rhys was always precise in his healing, but as he always said – certain steps must be taken. If an arm was broken and not set before the Heal staff was used, then it would heal improperly. Skin not properly cared for would turn into a mess of scar tissue. All in good time, he would say.
Ike laid down on his stomach and closed his eyes, but didn’t fall asleep.
Outside, Soren dreamed happy dreams in the warm sunlight.
-x-
After that, Ike realized there was just some things that Soren could do that he couldn’t. He never felt jealous of this, on contrary, he felt rather amazed that he found someone so magical like Soren.
Soren was so full of secrets, ones that Soren himself didn’t even know. Ike wanted to find out all those secrets, even if it took him a lifetime.
r_amythest posted coincidentally on her birthday! ♥ *innocent eyelash flutter* Title: catnap (6/?)
Fandom: FE9 | Tellius
Character/Pairing: Ike+Soren, childhood gen.
Rating: G
Summary:
a/n: #02 - Sunburn for 30_ways. I couldn’t resist. Yes, more sleeping. It had to be addressed.
Um, as r-amythest has reminded me, cats are crepuscular, however this would be unknown in this universe, thus they would still assume them nocturnal.
And as always, for r-amythest.
—
Soren could fall asleep at little or no provocation. Midway through a game of stickball or tag, Soren would start to lag behind more than usual. First it’d be one yawn, then two. His ears would flicker until finally he’d offer some excuse; his feet hurting, his arm being sore, till finally he would offer to be the judge, or referee or simply watch.
Soren would watch for a short time, but it wouldn’t be long before he started blinking more, until he finally succumbed to the sleepiness and nestled down. Soon enough he would curl up in the sun and fall asleep.
Ike never really understood that, but Titania said it was a cat thing. Were cats especially sleepy? Even if Soren was good and spent all night snuggled up in his bed, Ike wasn’t sure he spent the entire time sleeping. After all, it wasn’t as if he’d stay up and watch Soren all night just to see if he really slept.
Mist said cats were nocturnal. Ever since Soren came, she’d asked for Cat books for bedtime. Titania never blinked an eye as she read about the sleeping, eating and hunting habits of the domestic cat. Perhaps it was strange, but Mist seemed determined to know everything possible about Soren, or to be more precise, cats in general.
Ike was less interested in books, but liked the kinds of information that Mist would randomly spout off to anyone within listening distance.
(“Did you know that cats can see in the dark? And their hearing is a LOT better than ours, smelling too! It was, um...five times, I think?”)
To Ike, Soren would always hold a little magic. He purred and nestled close and warm. Even dragons and warriors had a hard time beating that.
-x-
Soren loved sunny spots. He was curl up and just drink in the warmth until it was mid-day at least. He could sleep for hours if given the chance. Even if he was startled awake, he would simply send a scathing glare at the offender and reposition himself, only to fall asleep moments later.
Sometimes, Ike didn’t think things over. The only real thought in his mind was that if Soren liked sunlight so much, it must be really good. Soren drank it up like it was something tasty – and Ike had to wonder, did sunlight have a taste?
So when Soren sprawled out in the sunshine, Ike stripped down to his underclothes and curled up beside him. The warmth lulled him to sleep easily, even more with the sleepy quiet breathing of Soren next to him, the feeling of his hair against his face with every breath.
Ike couldn’t say how long he was out. An hour? Two? Maybe even three, but he had fallen asleep at the highest point of the sun.
When he awoke (groggy and disconcerted) all Ike could feel was a searing sort of pain. He tried to roll over from where he was laying, but yelped when his skin touched the ground.
He pushed himself up, frantic to stop his skin from the painful itchy burning sensation that covered over all of his back.
Ike had lain on his stomach to sleep, and now he couldn’t see whatever had happened. It crossed his young mind that he might die from this sort of horrible pain, and he bit his lip to stop the tears that threatened to overflow. He was a big boy, Mist was the one who did the crying in their family.
Soren lay still, his leg twitching from some happy dream. Ike wobbled back to the main buildings, searching for every last drop of courage he had. Maybe Rhys could save him yet if he hurried.
-x-
Ike had to grip the door frame when he reached the room that served as both Rhys’ living quarters and healing room for whatever ailments or injuries might plague the group.
“Oh, Ike. Hello,” he smiled. His gaze over Ike was kind and benevolent.
“Is there something you needed?” Rhys asked.
“My back—”
“Let me see,” Rhys said.
Ike turned around. He couldn’t see what had happened to his back, the only this he knew was it ached like nothing he had ever felt before. Was his skin going to fall off? Ike’s mind provided so many possibilities, he had to shut his eyes tight and shake his head to push them back.
“Ah, a Sunburn,” Rhys said after some careful study.
Ike took a deep breath. “But I’m going to live, right..?”
Rhys placed a delicate hand to his face to hide his smile.
“Oh, probably..”
At Ike’s startled face, Rhys laughed softly.
“You’ll be fine,” he amended.
“Just let me clean it out before I heal it. I have some soothing herbs here somewhere...”
Rhys checked through his formidable stash of dried salves and herbal treatments, from treating beestrings to burns, if it helped, Rhys had it. His selection was neat and orderly, and it only took a few minutes for Rhys to locate the salve and some cool water.
“This will hurt a bit, but it has to be clean before I heal it,” Rhys said.
The water was cold and it hurt. Tears stung at his eyes. Ike balled his fists up and pressed them against his eyes hard until the tears went back into hiding like the cowards they were. He felt the water run off his back to the floor, and Ike focused his mind on swordplay, on the drills – on anything but the pain.
“Just a little more,” Rhys said gently.
He rubbed in a salve (Aloe Vera, he called it) and told Ike to rest a while on his stomach. Once the salve had set in, Rhys would use the heal staff for Ike’s back. Rhys was always precise in his healing, but as he always said – certain steps must be taken. If an arm was broken and not set before the Heal staff was used, then it would heal improperly. Skin not properly cared for would turn into a mess of scar tissue. All in good time, he would say.
Ike laid down on his stomach and closed his eyes, but didn’t fall asleep.
Outside, Soren dreamed happy dreams in the warm sunlight.
-x-
After that, Ike realized there was just some things that Soren could do that he couldn’t. He never felt jealous of this, on contrary, he felt rather amazed that he found someone so magical like Soren.
Soren was so full of secrets, ones that Soren himself didn’t even know. Ike wanted to find out all those secrets, even if it took him a lifetime.
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Date: 2008-08-09 02:57 pm (UTC)... Suggesting that Soren sleeps in the sun naked, or that Ike generally sleeps in the buff?
Also. This is obnoxiously long and I sense that is for my benefit. *taptap*
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Date: 2008-08-09 08:38 pm (UTC)Actually, it's only a little longer than usual -- so far the default is about 800-900 words, already view from the afternoon hit 1,000, and this one is only about 1,100. *shrugs*
ALSO? OBNOXIOUSLY? ;_; *BIG UKE TEARS. RUNS OFF CRYING*
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Date: 2008-08-09 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-09 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-09 10:21 pm (UTC)Actually, it's only a little longer than usual -- so far the default is about 800-900 words, already view from the afternoon hit 1,000, and this one is only about 1,100. *shrugs*
ALSO? OBNOXIOUSLY? ;_; *BIG UKE TEARS. RUNS OFF CRYING*