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fic: how to explain
title: how to explain
fandom: FE9/10
character/pairing: IkeSoren
a/n: again,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mission_insane, poetry themetable. Poem in question is 'How To Explain' by Daisy Zamora, which I adore and quote endlessly. Written on random for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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The poem can be found here, just scroll down and you'll see it.
Soren has been forged, by time, by circumstance, but most of all, by himself. His coldness is no mask, for he feels the ice seeping into his veins. He can turn away infants, starving children and not even feel a twinge. He is all knowledge and logic, cold, calculating numbers.
And yet, it only takes a glance, or the mere presence to tear all his armor away.
Even as a sort of panic fills him, a dread voice that gnaws at the back of his mind, Soren trusts Ike. With a trembling hands he holds onto those scarred, calloused fingers. He holds on, fingers entwining and pulse fluttering. Soren is open, weakness eroding his common sense. A voice deep inside him tells him to stray, to shy away, but he doesn’t, and cannot.
Ike brings him down every time. That familiar frown, the twitch of his eye when weary. It seems every facet, every gesture and habit is more of his own undoing.
Soren knows little of trust or love and yet Ike inspires it in him so freely. Every cautious word he tells himself is betrayed surely by his body; the longing, the weakness deep within him.
It is inexplicable and yet easily reasoned. Soren battles it at times, and loses most soundly.
His attraction and devotion far outweigh his caution.
And yet, even as a part of him excepts this to decay, Ike’s hands against him are gentle, awkward as his touches are. With each brush, another layer of armor peels off.
Soon Soren will be before him, naked and helpless, away from his walls and shells.
Even as this causes a tinge of fear, cold and clammy within him, Soren knows the hand he clings to won’t let him go. Something within himself hopes, and with that, Soren can only cling to this seed, this shining thing.
And hope that it won’t burn him in the end.
fandom: FE9/10
character/pairing: IkeSoren
a/n: again,
mission_insane, poetry themetable. Poem in question is 'How To Explain' by Daisy Zamora, which I adore and quote endlessly. Written on random for r_amythestThe poem can be found here, just scroll down and you'll see it.
Soren has been forged, by time, by circumstance, but most of all, by himself. His coldness is no mask, for he feels the ice seeping into his veins. He can turn away infants, starving children and not even feel a twinge. He is all knowledge and logic, cold, calculating numbers.
And yet, it only takes a glance, or the mere presence to tear all his armor away.
Even as a sort of panic fills him, a dread voice that gnaws at the back of his mind, Soren trusts Ike. With a trembling hands he holds onto those scarred, calloused fingers. He holds on, fingers entwining and pulse fluttering. Soren is open, weakness eroding his common sense. A voice deep inside him tells him to stray, to shy away, but he doesn’t, and cannot.
Ike brings him down every time. That familiar frown, the twitch of his eye when weary. It seems every facet, every gesture and habit is more of his own undoing.
Soren knows little of trust or love and yet Ike inspires it in him so freely. Every cautious word he tells himself is betrayed surely by his body; the longing, the weakness deep within him.
It is inexplicable and yet easily reasoned. Soren battles it at times, and loses most soundly.
His attraction and devotion far outweigh his caution.
And yet, even as a part of him excepts this to decay, Ike’s hands against him are gentle, awkward as his touches are. With each brush, another layer of armor peels off.
Soon Soren will be before him, naked and helpless, away from his walls and shells.
Even as this causes a tinge of fear, cold and clammy within him, Soren knows the hand he clings to won’t let him go. Something within himself hopes, and with that, Soren can only cling to this seed, this shining thing.
And hope that it won’t burn him in the end.
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Aww, I haven't posted any full-length Ike/Soren fic in a while, eh? Since Mid-July at least. I've been busy and honestly wanting to expand my style/characterization since then. I've done huuuj amount of random snippets, though -- they rarely reach here, I think. Though, I've almost finished this cute multiparter Modern AU draft, here, I'll go add you on the drafts filter so you can see it before I send it off for the old hack-en-saw editing~! (You'll get to see plenty of GS fic there too come Nano :3)
Hmm, writing, writing! I've been working on the next chapter of Every Happy End and this series of interconnected oneshots (Isaac/Ivan & Garet/Mia) which turned out to be waay more canon based than I intended. It was only supposed to be around 1,500 words, tops, but it's already reached that and is nowhere near done. I think it could hit the 3,000-5,000 range, and I haven't even hit Bilibin yet @_@
Liiiin. How are you? 8D How's writing? Have you kicked the block yet? I hear roundhouse kicks work well, or so Chuck Norris says.
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WHAT?
I'm not on the draft filter? D8
Please add? *insert puppy eyes here*
ANd any snippets you can send via mail, you know ;)
Mmmh I've been ill (pretty badly... I never miss university even when ill, usually, b ut I was forced to skip on friday because I couldn't even stand), but i'm feeling a bit better (that, and the relical mode keeps me on lab high)
Writing... is not moving >_>
Trouble is, I've been brooding over OCs and their story in my head, and that means that the chars I write don't have their space, so I can't write them properly. And since I'm not writing about the OCs I'm thinking about... (some of them are based too closely on me, and it borders on just fantacising...)
yeah.
Roundhouse?
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Haha, I know about the jokes, I just don't understand the word XD
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YOU NEVER ASKED TO BE D: I HAD A POST FOR IT AND EVERYTHING (Also, psst, there's a request meme for snippets down a bit, go poke it, it's unloved.)
Awww, You're sick? ;_; *hugs!* Get better soon!
For nano? :D
It's just a title for a side-spinning kick, I think?
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Snippet request? Hell yes *goes*
yeah I am...
Haha, no. No way in hell am I writing anything with these. i'd be way too mortified. (i'm not writing with chars that are pretty much there to feed my kinks, thank you)
Besides, I doubt I'll have time for nano >_>
Aha, ok.