fic: Permissive
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bonnefoisTitle: Permissive
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Nailah/Rafiel, as well some as one-sided Pelleas/Rafiel
Rating: PG
Word count: 1400
A/N: Kink meme: FE-10
Rafiel/Pelleas
Writing (Rafiel has been receiving letters from a secret admirer and is determined to find out.)
Bonus points that Pelleas turns out as the last person he expected
The title is ridiculous wordplay. Bonus points if you actually get it. Follows sleeping just to dream you.
The letters arrived shortly after their visit to the palace. Rafiel received them already opened, with ink and glue still on Nailah’s fingers. (“Protection,” she said.)
I should not be writing this and yet the ink finds itself to paper before my mind can draw it away. The quill moves before I can pull it back and I cannot quite bring myself to throw the pure white papers to the fires. They reminded me of your wings, you see?
I dreamed of you and it was the kindest, and cruelest vision. I– I cannot put into words of what it meant to me and what it would mean to meet you again. I know this is wrong but I cannot stop myself. Heaven forgive me.
Nailah licked at her fingers like a nervous tic, her eyes narrowed to the new arrivals. (“Don’t do that,” he chided. “The ink can’t be good for you.”)
Not long after that, another arrived, in the same neat inked writing. It seemed the work of a scholar, and while it held the Royal seal, Rafiel could not think of who he could have caught the attention of. For in Heron culture, such seals were not limited to merely the uppermost royalty. Minor lords connected by the flimsiest royal blood could make use of a royal seal. He was not sure how it worked in Beorc culture, but he assumed it to be similar.
Rafiel was somewhat flattered, and somewhat bewildered as how to deal with this. He did not like to hurt anyone, let alone break someone’s heart, but he already had a queen he served. There was not room for another.
He remembered the boy king, with his curls and his embarrassed mumbles. But he doubted that he would be the one, for even if he was naive, a king of Daein wouldn’t pine himself away over a sub human of all things. Rafiel had assumed the flushed cheeks and mumbled words were of his former lower post, or embarrassment at seeing a Laguz for the first time. Rafiel read only nervousness from him, with a slight trace of Daein disgust. No, it could not be the king, but it was still someone from the palace itself. He assumed from the way the letters went that it was someone he had not met. A scholar who had glimpsed his train of golden hair and white wings and thought of angels, and some form of infatuation had sprung up. It had happened to him more than once in his long years of life. He always felt horrible and so responsible when such a thing happened, but it was a curse to be blessed by The Goddess.
The next merely contained s a quotation from a late Begnionian poet Aschlyus
I call thee Spring, my winter-winged one
You are heaven’s wings encapsulated
in feather silk so delicate
no lady’s fan has ever seen such finery
It was a fragment, as the original had been lost. In a place like Daein, such a fragment would be worthy of a death sentence.
--
Nailah was at first little more than faintly amused by the admirer. As the letters continued, her amusement faded into a kind of annoyance. The feelings one might have at a persistent fly buzzing around one’s ear. The more letters came, the more she thought of stopping that whelp who had made designs upon her Rafiel.
They had gone to the castle and many had seen them. Of course, with the Royal seal upon it, it would have to be within the castle, or a good forger. The letters seemed to honest to be forged, and the penmanship and writing itself was too intelligent to be a mere scullery maid or footman.
The third letter was not a love letter, but a summons. The seal remained the same, but the penmanship and paper itself was entirely different. The terms used were dry, droll and in no way with the same loving way that the first had come.
Ignoring the summons would have been a practical declaration of war in country that had already warred on their kind for ages. This was the first step in the way of peace. The strange letters aside, Rafiel came. (Nailah was more than a little disgruntled that in this summons, she was delegated to little more than a chauffeur for her lover – a lover who was currently being encroached upon in an epistolary manner.)
It took them two weeks to reach the capitol (which was mostly his recurring illness, otherwise they’d have reached there in three days, as Nailah said quite often.) By the time they came to the gates of Nevassa, the guards were already on watch for them.
The king saw them right away. Rafiel barely had time to admire the scenery. The king seemed out of breath, and positively desperate.
“Welcome....ah, a moment to catch my breath. I was on the other side of the Keep, you see–”
Rafiel nodded benevolently. “Of course. We are pleased to see you again, King Pelleas.”
Nailah snorted. Rafiel gave her a pointed look, smiling all the while.
“Really? I mean. I didn’t think you’d even remember me. I’m not very noteworthy.”
“On contrast, you seemed very gentle and very caring about your country. That is a noteworthy trait in a ruler.”
“I...as king wish to understand su-Laguz as to better rule this country. Will you come for discussions as to further our mutual understanding?”
King Pelleas looked at him in a way that was so entreating, so boyish and unassuming that it was impossible to say no, should Rafiel have even wished to.
“Despite the many wars between our kind, I hope to make some progress at peace,” he replied.
He smiled then, and the boy king blushed so hard that even his ears were scarlet. Not merely was his manners and country artlessness apparent, his feelings were there displayed in bold colors right there on his sleeve.
At this point, it seemed laughable that anyone else ever could’ve sent the letters. However, this change had happened after Rafiel had left, for his change in manner was marked from the first. The first time he had been distant, yet coolly polite – and certainly not likely to be the kind to send love letters. Now, he was a lovesick boy who acted as such.
“I....Please forgive me, I was...distracted.”
Distracted by your beauty.
Beside him, Nailah’s let out a low growl.. He could read Nailah’s thoughts too, and they were increasingly filled with the procuring of King-of-Daein-Soup. She was especially fond of the peeling, and rending of limbs.
“If you will excuse us a moment,” Rafiel said, with a smile.
“Of – Of course. Take as long as you wish.”
Rafiel learned something many a Heron before him had learned: a smile of a Heron could make the world his, or her darling. If Herons weren’t so dainty and peaceful by nature, there might have been a case of a Heron turning the Beroc to his or her will, merely by use of those charms.
“Be good,” Rafiel said. “He’s merely a boy.”
“That would be so much more convincing if you had not lectured me at length on how Heron culture has little, if any stigma on lovers of the same sex,” she said.
He embraced her. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s merely a child with an infatuation which he himself barely understands,” Rafiel said kindly.
“Hmph. I suppose I will tolerate this crush. But if he steps out too far, even an inch too far, I’m declaring war.”
Rafiel laughed. “I will make sure to stay his hands should he ever be more than a blushing boy. It is good to know I have you as a guardian should anything more ever come to me.”
“Don’t mention it. Of course I’d guard you. Don’t be stupid.”
For you are my mate.
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Nailah/Rafiel, as well some as one-sided Pelleas/Rafiel
Rating: PG
Word count: 1400
A/N: Kink meme: FE-10
Rafiel/Pelleas
Writing (Rafiel has been receiving letters from a secret admirer and is determined to find out.)
Bonus points that Pelleas turns out as the last person he expected
The title is ridiculous wordplay. Bonus points if you actually get it. Follows sleeping just to dream you.
The letters arrived shortly after their visit to the palace. Rafiel received them already opened, with ink and glue still on Nailah’s fingers. (“Protection,” she said.)
I should not be writing this and yet the ink finds itself to paper before my mind can draw it away. The quill moves before I can pull it back and I cannot quite bring myself to throw the pure white papers to the fires. They reminded me of your wings, you see?
I dreamed of you and it was the kindest, and cruelest vision. I– I cannot put into words of what it meant to me and what it would mean to meet you again. I know this is wrong but I cannot stop myself. Heaven forgive me.
Nailah licked at her fingers like a nervous tic, her eyes narrowed to the new arrivals. (“Don’t do that,” he chided. “The ink can’t be good for you.”)
Not long after that, another arrived, in the same neat inked writing. It seemed the work of a scholar, and while it held the Royal seal, Rafiel could not think of who he could have caught the attention of. For in Heron culture, such seals were not limited to merely the uppermost royalty. Minor lords connected by the flimsiest royal blood could make use of a royal seal. He was not sure how it worked in Beorc culture, but he assumed it to be similar.
Rafiel was somewhat flattered, and somewhat bewildered as how to deal with this. He did not like to hurt anyone, let alone break someone’s heart, but he already had a queen he served. There was not room for another.
He remembered the boy king, with his curls and his embarrassed mumbles. But he doubted that he would be the one, for even if he was naive, a king of Daein wouldn’t pine himself away over a sub human of all things. Rafiel had assumed the flushed cheeks and mumbled words were of his former lower post, or embarrassment at seeing a Laguz for the first time. Rafiel read only nervousness from him, with a slight trace of Daein disgust. No, it could not be the king, but it was still someone from the palace itself. He assumed from the way the letters went that it was someone he had not met. A scholar who had glimpsed his train of golden hair and white wings and thought of angels, and some form of infatuation had sprung up. It had happened to him more than once in his long years of life. He always felt horrible and so responsible when such a thing happened, but it was a curse to be blessed by The Goddess.
The next merely contained s a quotation from a late Begnionian poet Aschlyus
I call thee Spring, my winter-winged one
You are heaven’s wings encapsulated
in feather silk so delicate
no lady’s fan has ever seen such finery
It was a fragment, as the original had been lost. In a place like Daein, such a fragment would be worthy of a death sentence.
--
Nailah was at first little more than faintly amused by the admirer. As the letters continued, her amusement faded into a kind of annoyance. The feelings one might have at a persistent fly buzzing around one’s ear. The more letters came, the more she thought of stopping that whelp who had made designs upon her Rafiel.
They had gone to the castle and many had seen them. Of course, with the Royal seal upon it, it would have to be within the castle, or a good forger. The letters seemed to honest to be forged, and the penmanship and writing itself was too intelligent to be a mere scullery maid or footman.
The third letter was not a love letter, but a summons. The seal remained the same, but the penmanship and paper itself was entirely different. The terms used were dry, droll and in no way with the same loving way that the first had come.
Ignoring the summons would have been a practical declaration of war in country that had already warred on their kind for ages. This was the first step in the way of peace. The strange letters aside, Rafiel came. (Nailah was more than a little disgruntled that in this summons, she was delegated to little more than a chauffeur for her lover – a lover who was currently being encroached upon in an epistolary manner.)
It took them two weeks to reach the capitol (which was mostly his recurring illness, otherwise they’d have reached there in three days, as Nailah said quite often.) By the time they came to the gates of Nevassa, the guards were already on watch for them.
The king saw them right away. Rafiel barely had time to admire the scenery. The king seemed out of breath, and positively desperate.
“Welcome....ah, a moment to catch my breath. I was on the other side of the Keep, you see–”
Rafiel nodded benevolently. “Of course. We are pleased to see you again, King Pelleas.”
Nailah snorted. Rafiel gave her a pointed look, smiling all the while.
“Really? I mean. I didn’t think you’d even remember me. I’m not very noteworthy.”
“On contrast, you seemed very gentle and very caring about your country. That is a noteworthy trait in a ruler.”
“I...as king wish to understand su-Laguz as to better rule this country. Will you come for discussions as to further our mutual understanding?”
King Pelleas looked at him in a way that was so entreating, so boyish and unassuming that it was impossible to say no, should Rafiel have even wished to.
“Despite the many wars between our kind, I hope to make some progress at peace,” he replied.
He smiled then, and the boy king blushed so hard that even his ears were scarlet. Not merely was his manners and country artlessness apparent, his feelings were there displayed in bold colors right there on his sleeve.
At this point, it seemed laughable that anyone else ever could’ve sent the letters. However, this change had happened after Rafiel had left, for his change in manner was marked from the first. The first time he had been distant, yet coolly polite – and certainly not likely to be the kind to send love letters. Now, he was a lovesick boy who acted as such.
“I....Please forgive me, I was...distracted.”
Distracted by your beauty.
Beside him, Nailah’s let out a low growl.. He could read Nailah’s thoughts too, and they were increasingly filled with the procuring of King-of-Daein-Soup. She was especially fond of the peeling, and rending of limbs.
“If you will excuse us a moment,” Rafiel said, with a smile.
“Of – Of course. Take as long as you wish.”
Rafiel learned something many a Heron before him had learned: a smile of a Heron could make the world his, or her darling. If Herons weren’t so dainty and peaceful by nature, there might have been a case of a Heron turning the Beroc to his or her will, merely by use of those charms.
“Be good,” Rafiel said. “He’s merely a boy.”
“That would be so much more convincing if you had not lectured me at length on how Heron culture has little, if any stigma on lovers of the same sex,” she said.
He embraced her. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s merely a child with an infatuation which he himself barely understands,” Rafiel said kindly.
“Hmph. I suppose I will tolerate this crush. But if he steps out too far, even an inch too far, I’m declaring war.”
Rafiel laughed. “I will make sure to stay his hands should he ever be more than a blushing boy. It is good to know I have you as a guardian should anything more ever come to me.”
“Don’t mention it. Of course I’d guard you. Don’t be stupid.”
For you are my mate.
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:16 am (UTC)... or on having a laundry list of lovers, period, regardless of gender, age, station, and they certainly haven't heard of that silly institution of marriage, except for the exception of Lehran--
Rafiel is so sweet~ And I love a possessive Nailah.
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:21 am (UTC)Bemusement has nothing to do with amusement, and means confusion, which is sort of appropriate but probably not what you meant.
“That would be so much more convincing if you hated lectured me at length on how Heron culture has little, if any stigma on lovers of the same sex,” she said.
'hated lectured me' should probably be 'had not lectured me'.
Other than my nitpicking, I really liked this! Rafiel's sweetness, and Pelleas' adorkable crush, and Nailah being 'back off, he's mine'.
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:23 am (UTC)Pffffft Nailah.
I love your blushy Pelleas XD
ALSO I GOT THE PUN, DO I GET MY BONUS XP?
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:42 am (UTC)THAT DEPENDS. DID YA GET THE WHOLE THING? Missive means letter. Per Missive. Permissive. Get it? Lame huh? I almost entitled it Missive itself, but.
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:43 am (UTC)It's because it's a love that went per missive~
And then it's also ironic becaue nailah is NOT permissive.
Well,s he's trying to be.
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Date: 2009-12-08 12:42 am (UTC)... Mh... maybe a little too short ?