fic: Lives Of The Young And Laguz
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bonnefoisTitle: Lives Of The Young And Laguz
Series:FE10
Character/Pairing: mentioned Ike/Soren, Nailah/Rafiel, Naesala/Leanne, Pelleas/Micaiah, Almedha & Lorazieh
Rating: PG?
Word count: 573
Author's note: Kink meme: gossipy talks between Almedha and Lorazieh.
She strode in, turning her nose up at the drunken man with the pink manfro collapsed on the bar. She scooted to the bank, only to find a wizened heron there. He nodded to her.
"Dame dragon."
"Grand heron."
She sat beside him, because the manfro man would likely barf in her lap, and besides, he had called her dame. It'd been a long time since anyone called her that. The blond bartender served up some spiced wine at their request, and she left some gald on the counter which the bartender picked up in her delicate, gloved hands.
Both took a drink, and sighed mutual 'what is wrong with my children' sighs.
"I'm not sure where I went wrong with my children," Lorazieh sighed. "I turn my back for only twenty years or so and they bring back a hawk king, a crow king, and a wolf queen. They can't get through a family gathering without their lovers first trying to kill each other, then turn it into an orgy."
"The only other option was incest," Almedha said. "Besides, at least your children married kings. My son seems determined to follow after a mercenary whose greatest achievement is being the lapdog general of two different rulers."
"Didn't he also technically save the world?" Lorazieh asked.
"Technicalities," Almedha scoffed. "He still can't use a soup spoon."
"And Pelleas did marry the new queen of Daein," Lorazieh supplied.
"The queen in ursuper. She's from Begnion! She bewitched them all with her sparkling silver locks, him included." She downed the rest of her wine, and motioned for more. The wine if anything, had loosened her tongue more.
"Would it hurt to write his mother once in a while? No, he had to go running off with his Beorc man. Is a postcard so hard to send?"
"They technically haven't been invented yet," Lorazieh said comfortingly. He patted her shoulder.
"Then he should invent them! He's a clever boy, he's good with his hands!" Almedha said. She drank her glass down.
"Ah, the young, they never understand what us elders must go through. Only when they have had children will they understand, and that is our understand. On the bright side, we will then have cute grandchildren to spoil."
"Good luck with you, Soren will give me no grandchildren guaranteed, and any from Pelleas will be half her spawn."
"And I will get no grandchildren from Rafiel or Reyson, so I must put gentle hints to Leanne that she must have many, many children."
"With Kilvas as a lover, that's nigh assured," Almedha said dryly.
He smiled at her. "Not everyone is as lovely and astute as you, dame dragon."
"Are you coming onto me, grand heron?" Almedha said, a hand to her breast.
"You are a wise woman, and we could get twice the revenge on our errant children, no?"
She smiled. He wasn't bad looking, in his own wizened way. And what was it about her and men with plots of revenge and world domination? He didn't have a beard, but maybe she could persuade him to grow one.
She held out her hand and he took it.
"To making our children miserable!" They both said, and downed more spiced wine.
Series:FE10
Character/Pairing: mentioned Ike/Soren, Nailah/Rafiel, Naesala/Leanne, Pelleas/Micaiah, Almedha & Lorazieh
Rating: PG?
Word count: 573
Author's note: Kink meme: gossipy talks between Almedha and Lorazieh.
She strode in, turning her nose up at the drunken man with the pink manfro collapsed on the bar. She scooted to the bank, only to find a wizened heron there. He nodded to her.
"Dame dragon."
"Grand heron."
She sat beside him, because the manfro man would likely barf in her lap, and besides, he had called her dame. It'd been a long time since anyone called her that. The blond bartender served up some spiced wine at their request, and she left some gald on the counter which the bartender picked up in her delicate, gloved hands.
Both took a drink, and sighed mutual 'what is wrong with my children' sighs.
"I'm not sure where I went wrong with my children," Lorazieh sighed. "I turn my back for only twenty years or so and they bring back a hawk king, a crow king, and a wolf queen. They can't get through a family gathering without their lovers first trying to kill each other, then turn it into an orgy."
"The only other option was incest," Almedha said. "Besides, at least your children married kings. My son seems determined to follow after a mercenary whose greatest achievement is being the lapdog general of two different rulers."
"Didn't he also technically save the world?" Lorazieh asked.
"Technicalities," Almedha scoffed. "He still can't use a soup spoon."
"And Pelleas did marry the new queen of Daein," Lorazieh supplied.
"The queen in ursuper. She's from Begnion! She bewitched them all with her sparkling silver locks, him included." She downed the rest of her wine, and motioned for more. The wine if anything, had loosened her tongue more.
"Would it hurt to write his mother once in a while? No, he had to go running off with his Beorc man. Is a postcard so hard to send?"
"They technically haven't been invented yet," Lorazieh said comfortingly. He patted her shoulder.
"Then he should invent them! He's a clever boy, he's good with his hands!" Almedha said. She drank her glass down.
"Ah, the young, they never understand what us elders must go through. Only when they have had children will they understand, and that is our understand. On the bright side, we will then have cute grandchildren to spoil."
"Good luck with you, Soren will give me no grandchildren guaranteed, and any from Pelleas will be half her spawn."
"And I will get no grandchildren from Rafiel or Reyson, so I must put gentle hints to Leanne that she must have many, many children."
"With Kilvas as a lover, that's nigh assured," Almedha said dryly.
He smiled at her. "Not everyone is as lovely and astute as you, dame dragon."
"Are you coming onto me, grand heron?" Almedha said, a hand to her breast.
"You are a wise woman, and we could get twice the revenge on our errant children, no?"
She smiled. He wasn't bad looking, in his own wizened way. And what was it about her and men with plots of revenge and world domination? He didn't have a beard, but maybe she could persuade him to grow one.
She held out her hand and he took it.
"To making our children miserable!" They both said, and downed more spiced wine.
