fic: untitled
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bonnefoisTitle: untitled
Series: FE 8
Character/Pairing: Lyon/Erika. Sort of. Also a kitten.
Rating: G?
Word count: 528
Author's note: Fire Emblem kink meme:
He's at the front gates of the garden, shifting nervously from side to side when she comes.
"I'm sorry for being late, my brother couldn't find something, and I was trying to help him," Erika says. She blinks, noticing the way he has been holding his robes. "Lyon? Is something wrong? You aren't hurt, are you?"
He pushes open his robes to reveal a small, pathetic little thing, all bones and matted fur. It must have once been white, but dirt and grime has turned t brown. Two blue eyes peer out, nearly stuck shut with a sickness. It lets out a pathetic mewl.
"I...was hoping one of the clerics could try and heal it. I'd be willing to pay for the usage of the staff, of course," Lyon says.
"You're very kindhearted. I'm sure you'll make a good king one day," Erika replies. He blushes, slightly, shifting under her gaze.
"Kindness isn't the only thing, strength of will is needed too, and I'm afraid I am lacking in that department. I'm not like your brother."
"Nonsense, your people adore you. Not everyone can be as impetuous as Ephraim or Innes. The world would fall apart if so."
She takes it in her hands, and it is small enough that it fits there, just so. She coos at it, and he watches her, unseen, unbidden. The thought comes and he cannot stop it: such beauty...
"But your robes are ruined now," she says, looking at the stains the kitten has left.
"It's of no matter when a life is in danger...even a little one." He gives a nervous half-smile. He clears his throat.
"I had something for you...but I seem to have lost it along the way," Lyon says apologetically.
"But the kitten counts, doesn't it?" Erika says. "Besides, having you visit is a gift in itself. It's been so long since I saw you last...with the mudslides and all...I was truly sorry to hear your loss. I sent a note, but brother says it must have gotten lost along the way. But I am glad to have you here now, and to hear that so many were able to be saved."
"Yes, it must have gotten lost. Truly it was a terrible time, I would have loved to have heard from you then, but it much comfort to hear that it was sent, that you cared," Lyon says.
"Poor little thing," she says. "I wonder what its name is," Erika says. She scratches under its chin, and it lets out another pitiful mewl.
"It's name is Erika," he says, barely a breath.
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch you," Erika says.
"I said.....its name is um. Cornflower. For the color of its eyes," Lyon amends.
"Cornflower...it's a lovely name," she says. "I think a heal staff and some milk will help. And a bath, oh you poor thing..." She coos.
"Yes, beautiful..." Lyon says.
(Though he can't help but think the first name was far more beautiful.)
Series: FE 8
Character/Pairing: Lyon/Erika. Sort of. Also a kitten.
Rating: G?
Word count: 528
Author's note: Fire Emblem kink meme:
He's at the front gates of the garden, shifting nervously from side to side when she comes.
"I'm sorry for being late, my brother couldn't find something, and I was trying to help him," Erika says. She blinks, noticing the way he has been holding his robes. "Lyon? Is something wrong? You aren't hurt, are you?"
He pushes open his robes to reveal a small, pathetic little thing, all bones and matted fur. It must have once been white, but dirt and grime has turned t brown. Two blue eyes peer out, nearly stuck shut with a sickness. It lets out a pathetic mewl.
"I...was hoping one of the clerics could try and heal it. I'd be willing to pay for the usage of the staff, of course," Lyon says.
"You're very kindhearted. I'm sure you'll make a good king one day," Erika replies. He blushes, slightly, shifting under her gaze.
"Kindness isn't the only thing, strength of will is needed too, and I'm afraid I am lacking in that department. I'm not like your brother."
"Nonsense, your people adore you. Not everyone can be as impetuous as Ephraim or Innes. The world would fall apart if so."
She takes it in her hands, and it is small enough that it fits there, just so. She coos at it, and he watches her, unseen, unbidden. The thought comes and he cannot stop it: such beauty...
"But your robes are ruined now," she says, looking at the stains the kitten has left.
"It's of no matter when a life is in danger...even a little one." He gives a nervous half-smile. He clears his throat.
"I had something for you...but I seem to have lost it along the way," Lyon says apologetically.
"But the kitten counts, doesn't it?" Erika says. "Besides, having you visit is a gift in itself. It's been so long since I saw you last...with the mudslides and all...I was truly sorry to hear your loss. I sent a note, but brother says it must have gotten lost along the way. But I am glad to have you here now, and to hear that so many were able to be saved."
"Yes, it must have gotten lost. Truly it was a terrible time, I would have loved to have heard from you then, but it much comfort to hear that it was sent, that you cared," Lyon says.
"Poor little thing," she says. "I wonder what its name is," Erika says. She scratches under its chin, and it lets out another pitiful mewl.
"It's name is Erika," he says, barely a breath.
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch you," Erika says.
"I said.....its name is um. Cornflower. For the color of its eyes," Lyon amends.
"Cornflower...it's a lovely name," she says. "I think a heal staff and some milk will help. And a bath, oh you poor thing..." She coos.
"Yes, beautiful..." Lyon says.
(Though he can't help but think the first name was far more beautiful.)
