fic: Drumbeats
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bonnefoisTitle: Drumbeats
Series: Fire Emblem 7
Character/Pairing: Lyn/Florina
Rating: PG
Word count: 603
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, rain like drums. Happy winter holidays,sarajayechan
The rain on the hut sounded like a drumbeat on the top of their hut. The summer storms had been especially rough this year, and many storms had come down upon their little home, the last refuge of the Lorca.
It had especially humid this season, and yet Lyn and Florina still lay close. Not even the heat could keep them apart. They were sweat-soaked, stripped down to nothing and under the thinnest of blankets Lyn had, made from weaving a form a material made from a form of common plant's fibers From Mother's Earth's hair they were clothed and kept warm.
Thunder sounded outside, a distant rumble over the hills.
"Do you remember the first time it stormed when you came to the plains?" Lyn said. "You were so afraid that it would collapse right on top of us, and that Huey would get spooked and run away."
Florina shifted up onto one elbow. "They looked so fragile. I was used to snowstorms up in Illia, but not something like this, and the lightning was so loud..."
Lyn smiled, and reached for her, pulling her closer. "I've never seen a dwelling fall to water, though once one got hit by lightning and burned..." Florina tensed in her arms.
"There's no need to worry, though. It only happened once, and no one was even in it at the time," Lyn said.
"Still, it must've been very frightening," Florina said. She laid her head on Lyn's bare shoulder. Her lavender colored curls draped down over her, tickling her skin.
"Actually, it wasn't. It didn't burn long, as the rain doused it out. It was considered a sign from Father Sky, to warn us of things to come," Lyn said. She fell quiet, falling into memories. Some were good, like the first time she had drawn up the crescent of a bow. Others, like the memories of the fire, the attackers and the night the Lorca tribe ceased to be left her still and silent in her mourning.
It would never end, the mourning. She had moments of happiness, and never did her strength falter, but she would sing the song of farewell for all her life for the souls who had risen to Father Sky, and the bodies who had been left to rot for Mother Earth to absorb into her embrace again.
"Lyn..." Florina murmured.
"It's okay..." Lyn said. "I know I will always miss my family and my tribe horribly, but I also know they live on in Father Sky and Mother Earth. When I'm lonely, I sing the songs they have taught me."
Florina held on a little tighter. "Would...would you sing me the songs? Perhaps it would help me get to sleep."
Lyn knew that words fell short when it came to things like this, and yet Florina still tried to make things better in her own ways.
"I'd be glad to," Lyn said.
With that, she began to sing the songs she had grown up with, the songs of her ancestors. She sang of the beginning of the earth, of how horses came to the people of the Sacae, of how they were given the gift of the bow from Sister Moon. With the memories, she could almost feel the spirits of the Lorca tribe around her as the rain fell down around their dwelling, sounding like the drumbeats of a lost tribe.
Series: Fire Emblem 7
Character/Pairing: Lyn/Florina
Rating: PG
Word count: 603
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, rain like drums. Happy winter holidays,
sarajayechanThe rain on the hut sounded like a drumbeat on the top of their hut. The summer storms had been especially rough this year, and many storms had come down upon their little home, the last refuge of the Lorca.
It had especially humid this season, and yet Lyn and Florina still lay close. Not even the heat could keep them apart. They were sweat-soaked, stripped down to nothing and under the thinnest of blankets Lyn had, made from weaving a form a material made from a form of common plant's fibers From Mother's Earth's hair they were clothed and kept warm.
Thunder sounded outside, a distant rumble over the hills.
"Do you remember the first time it stormed when you came to the plains?" Lyn said. "You were so afraid that it would collapse right on top of us, and that Huey would get spooked and run away."
Florina shifted up onto one elbow. "They looked so fragile. I was used to snowstorms up in Illia, but not something like this, and the lightning was so loud..."
Lyn smiled, and reached for her, pulling her closer. "I've never seen a dwelling fall to water, though once one got hit by lightning and burned..." Florina tensed in her arms.
"There's no need to worry, though. It only happened once, and no one was even in it at the time," Lyn said.
"Still, it must've been very frightening," Florina said. She laid her head on Lyn's bare shoulder. Her lavender colored curls draped down over her, tickling her skin.
"Actually, it wasn't. It didn't burn long, as the rain doused it out. It was considered a sign from Father Sky, to warn us of things to come," Lyn said. She fell quiet, falling into memories. Some were good, like the first time she had drawn up the crescent of a bow. Others, like the memories of the fire, the attackers and the night the Lorca tribe ceased to be left her still and silent in her mourning.
It would never end, the mourning. She had moments of happiness, and never did her strength falter, but she would sing the song of farewell for all her life for the souls who had risen to Father Sky, and the bodies who had been left to rot for Mother Earth to absorb into her embrace again.
"Lyn..." Florina murmured.
"It's okay..." Lyn said. "I know I will always miss my family and my tribe horribly, but I also know they live on in Father Sky and Mother Earth. When I'm lonely, I sing the songs they have taught me."
Florina held on a little tighter. "Would...would you sing me the songs? Perhaps it would help me get to sleep."
Lyn knew that words fell short when it came to things like this, and yet Florina still tried to make things better in her own ways.
"I'd be glad to," Lyn said.
With that, she began to sing the songs she had grown up with, the songs of her ancestors. She sang of the beginning of the earth, of how horses came to the people of the Sacae, of how they were given the gift of the bow from Sister Moon. With the memories, she could almost feel the spirits of the Lorca tribe around her as the rain fell down around their dwelling, sounding like the drumbeats of a lost tribe.
