fic: A Spear Of Snow And Ice
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bonnefoisTitle: A Spear Of Snow And Ice
Series: FE6
Character/Pairing: implied past Gale/Miledy, Guinevere/Miledy, with gratuitous Percival/Elphin in the background.
Rating: PG
Word count: 549
A/N:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Miledy/Guinevere, divine weapons. / shoujoai100 050. Precious.
The night was taut with anxiety, tenseness, even anticipation. This could be the last night for any, or all of them. They could only look at these ancient weapons and hope they could beat back the powers of a dragon. The weaker could only stand back, with a feeling of crippling helplessness to watch them go. Friends, family, and loved ones came for the few chosen, the few deemed strong enough to go against a monster of old.
She saw Thany clinging to Tate, while Yuno touched her shoulder, stroked her hair. Wolt, Lilina and Roy, all slated to go with tome and bow and swords, all huddling close, remembering better times. She saw the bard, Elphin hand something to a knight named Percival. A token? A lock of hair? Some gift for a champion. They shared a long look, and the knight traced the corner of Elphin’s face before turning away.
She too had some goodbyes to make. When she came upon her, Miledy was checking the armor on her Wyvern. Her expression was a sort of composed blankness, as if she was barely keeping back her feelings that threatened to pour through. What else could be expected of a girl who’d had to fight her own lover? In the end, Gale refused to join, and was deaf to the pleadings of both Zeiss and Miledy herself. What loyalty had driven him to be stony to the requests of his most loved ones? Had his loyalty to her brother’s cause been that much? In the end, she could not see his reason for deciding to remain on the burning vessel that was her brother’s remaining armies.
Oh Zephiel. Once, there’d been so much more peaceful times.
Helios let out a low rumble as Guinevere drew closer. Miledy looked up from her task.
“My lady.”
“You have been chosen to wield Marte...”
Miledy lifted up the spear. It had a beautiful marbled pattern of blue and white. When she touched the crystalline spear, it was like touching winter itself.
“Soon our preparations will be complete. We march as soon as dawn comes.”
Guinevere looked away, her hand at the wall to steady her. Would it be too much to hope that all of them would come back alive, even if all she could do was wait from afar and pray?
“I know you have lost someone most dear to you,, but I must remain selfish. If you die on me.... I will never forgive you.”
Because you are most dear to me–
She held out an elixir. The blue nearly matched the color of Marte. Aqua Vitae, blessed by heaven, the touch of life. Here any wound would be healed instantly, yet it could only be used thrice. Three times to escape death’s clutches. Three times more likely to return to her.
“Consider it a gift from a queen to her champion. I await your glorious return.”
Miledy looked at the elixir a long moment before putting it in a side pouch on Helios’ saddle.
“I will not let you down, my lady.”
Series: FE6
Character/Pairing: implied past Gale/Miledy, Guinevere/Miledy, with gratuitous Percival/Elphin in the background.
Rating: PG
Word count: 549
A/N:
comment_fic: Miledy/Guinevere, divine weapons. / shoujoai100 050. Precious.The night was taut with anxiety, tenseness, even anticipation. This could be the last night for any, or all of them. They could only look at these ancient weapons and hope they could beat back the powers of a dragon. The weaker could only stand back, with a feeling of crippling helplessness to watch them go. Friends, family, and loved ones came for the few chosen, the few deemed strong enough to go against a monster of old.
She saw Thany clinging to Tate, while Yuno touched her shoulder, stroked her hair. Wolt, Lilina and Roy, all slated to go with tome and bow and swords, all huddling close, remembering better times. She saw the bard, Elphin hand something to a knight named Percival. A token? A lock of hair? Some gift for a champion. They shared a long look, and the knight traced the corner of Elphin’s face before turning away.
She too had some goodbyes to make. When she came upon her, Miledy was checking the armor on her Wyvern. Her expression was a sort of composed blankness, as if she was barely keeping back her feelings that threatened to pour through. What else could be expected of a girl who’d had to fight her own lover? In the end, Gale refused to join, and was deaf to the pleadings of both Zeiss and Miledy herself. What loyalty had driven him to be stony to the requests of his most loved ones? Had his loyalty to her brother’s cause been that much? In the end, she could not see his reason for deciding to remain on the burning vessel that was her brother’s remaining armies.
Oh Zephiel. Once, there’d been so much more peaceful times.
Helios let out a low rumble as Guinevere drew closer. Miledy looked up from her task.
“My lady.”
“You have been chosen to wield Marte...”
Miledy lifted up the spear. It had a beautiful marbled pattern of blue and white. When she touched the crystalline spear, it was like touching winter itself.
“Soon our preparations will be complete. We march as soon as dawn comes.”
Guinevere looked away, her hand at the wall to steady her. Would it be too much to hope that all of them would come back alive, even if all she could do was wait from afar and pray?
“I know you have lost someone most dear to you,, but I must remain selfish. If you die on me.... I will never forgive you.”
Because you are most dear to me–
She held out an elixir. The blue nearly matched the color of Marte. Aqua Vitae, blessed by heaven, the touch of life. Here any wound would be healed instantly, yet it could only be used thrice. Three times to escape death’s clutches. Three times more likely to return to her.
“Consider it a gift from a queen to her champion. I await your glorious return.”
Miledy looked at the elixir a long moment before putting it in a side pouch on Helios’ saddle.
“I will not let you down, my lady.”
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