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Fic: Crickets [Dragon Quest 1 – Descendant of Erdrick (F) / Princess Gwaelin (Mature)]
Title: Crickets
Fandom: Dragon Quest 1
Pairing: Descendant of Erdrick (F) / Princess Gwaelin
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Sappho – 03 – ... among mortal women, know this
Word Count: 950
Summary: The heroine visits the Princess before going to Charlock Castle.
* Note: I have a habit of genderflipping the silent hero of DQ1, since other games in the series allow it. Also: Take heed, for there be faux old English and purple prose here.
* * * *
Crickets. At the beginning of the quest, there had been only silence in the wilderness outside the castle – proof that the monsters of the Dragonlord had come up to the walls themselves in search of prey. But the Descendant of Erdrick had done her best to make the kingdom safe again, and her efforts had pushed the monsters back into the depths of the forests, the mountains, the dungeons. And the crickets had returned to sing their song, to accompany her footsteps as she walked around the back of the castle, there to meet Princess Gwaelin one more time before heading back into the field the next day.
And the next phase of her quest promised to take her across the waters. To the realm of the enemy. To Charlock Castle. To the throne of the Dragonlord himself. And he had been saving the strongest of his minions for the attempt. Fighting one Dragon to save Gwaelin and bring her home had been difficult enough. But that had been only one. The Dragonlord had many of them in his army, and in colors that no one in Alefgard had yet witnessed. And there also waited monsters equally as menacing as any Dragon. Death lurked around every corner on the road to that throne room.
For that reason, the Descendant of Erdrick had all the more reason to see Gwaelin again before leaving in the morning, before going to the chapel and receiving rites from the priests in the event that the quest ended in death, rather than victory. She had to reassure the Princess that she had everything in her favor. After all, she had acquired every artifact that her ancestor had left for her, and she had followed every clue, had endured every trial. But did she mean to reassure the Princess, or did she mean to reassure herself? She thought upon that as she waited by the castle wall for Gwaelin to appear, listening to the crickets and taking in a deep breath of night air.
The whole relationship had been a peculiarity from the start. After defeating the green Dragon in the Swamp Cave and finding the Princess standing behind its corpse, the Descendant of Erdrick had expected a cursory exchange of pleasantries, followed by a quick escape to the surface, but Gwaelin had thrown her arms around her neck, buried her face in her shoulder, and stayed like that for a long time. Unbecoming of a heroine to blush, perhaps, but blush she did, and she thanked the darkness of the cavern for concealing that fact. But, as they made their way up into daylight, she realized that she had a situation on her hands that her ancestor had no way of foreseeing.
The Descendant of Erdrick had fallen for the Princess of Alefgard – immediately, irrevocably, and so deeply that the very idea of it scared her, all the more so because it seemed that Gwaelin had experienced the same thing at the same time. What did one do if one came from a life of duty and obligation ... to a romance that one had been taught never to expect? That question had never received a complete answer.
From the Swamp Cave, they had traveled back to the castle, and it seemed like the journey might last for ages. In a good way. Once free of the Dragon, the Princess had a light-hearted demeanor, eyes that had the spark of intellect in them, and a smile that almost seemed to hold the monsters at bay all by itself. The King had called her the light of the kingdom, and he had not been lying. But the Descendant of Erdrick could not help but feel that every laugh, every smile had been intended for her alone. Selfish, perhaps. But love made her question everything, including her motivation.
There had been rain on the night that they had stopped to camp, only one day from the castle. They had been traveling together for only a handful of days, but it had seemed like a lifetime. And, by the light of their fire, as rain fell and thunder sounded above them, Gwaelin had crossed the short distance that separated them and pulled the Descendant of Erdrick into a kiss – her first, the first for both of them. There had been no prelude, only a brief silence, then the meeting of lips, of hot breath and no sound but the storm. It made a memory that the heroine had promised herself to treasure.
Fireflies in the night. The heat of summer still lingering in the air. The journey to Charlock Castle promised day after day of heat and danger the next morning. But the heroine let it all pass as Gwaelin appeared before her, smiling again, eyes bright in the radiance of the moon and stars on a cloudless night. She opened her mouth, hoping to say everything she wanted to say to her, but the Princess crushed her lips to hers almost as soon as she walked up to her, her actions saying everything.
Thou dost release me from every care, the Descendant of Erdrick thought, her heart feeling as full as the moon in the sky, yet racing like a shooting star, e'en when I think to comfort thee, thou art already here to kiss mine own worries away. I love thee, Gwaelin, an', if it please thee, I shall marry thee once all is said and done. The Princess ran her fingers through her hair, and she sighed happily. Oh, for a night to be long as eternity! And yet it endeth for us, all too soon. Around them, the crickets continued their song.
END.
Fandom: Dragon Quest 1
Pairing: Descendant of Erdrick (F) / Princess Gwaelin
Rating: Mature
Prompt: Sappho – 03 – ... among mortal women, know this
Word Count: 950
Summary: The heroine visits the Princess before going to Charlock Castle.
* Note: I have a habit of genderflipping the silent hero of DQ1, since other games in the series allow it. Also: Take heed, for there be faux old English and purple prose here.
* * * *
Crickets. At the beginning of the quest, there had been only silence in the wilderness outside the castle – proof that the monsters of the Dragonlord had come up to the walls themselves in search of prey. But the Descendant of Erdrick had done her best to make the kingdom safe again, and her efforts had pushed the monsters back into the depths of the forests, the mountains, the dungeons. And the crickets had returned to sing their song, to accompany her footsteps as she walked around the back of the castle, there to meet Princess Gwaelin one more time before heading back into the field the next day.
And the next phase of her quest promised to take her across the waters. To the realm of the enemy. To Charlock Castle. To the throne of the Dragonlord himself. And he had been saving the strongest of his minions for the attempt. Fighting one Dragon to save Gwaelin and bring her home had been difficult enough. But that had been only one. The Dragonlord had many of them in his army, and in colors that no one in Alefgard had yet witnessed. And there also waited monsters equally as menacing as any Dragon. Death lurked around every corner on the road to that throne room.
For that reason, the Descendant of Erdrick had all the more reason to see Gwaelin again before leaving in the morning, before going to the chapel and receiving rites from the priests in the event that the quest ended in death, rather than victory. She had to reassure the Princess that she had everything in her favor. After all, she had acquired every artifact that her ancestor had left for her, and she had followed every clue, had endured every trial. But did she mean to reassure the Princess, or did she mean to reassure herself? She thought upon that as she waited by the castle wall for Gwaelin to appear, listening to the crickets and taking in a deep breath of night air.
The whole relationship had been a peculiarity from the start. After defeating the green Dragon in the Swamp Cave and finding the Princess standing behind its corpse, the Descendant of Erdrick had expected a cursory exchange of pleasantries, followed by a quick escape to the surface, but Gwaelin had thrown her arms around her neck, buried her face in her shoulder, and stayed like that for a long time. Unbecoming of a heroine to blush, perhaps, but blush she did, and she thanked the darkness of the cavern for concealing that fact. But, as they made their way up into daylight, she realized that she had a situation on her hands that her ancestor had no way of foreseeing.
The Descendant of Erdrick had fallen for the Princess of Alefgard – immediately, irrevocably, and so deeply that the very idea of it scared her, all the more so because it seemed that Gwaelin had experienced the same thing at the same time. What did one do if one came from a life of duty and obligation ... to a romance that one had been taught never to expect? That question had never received a complete answer.
From the Swamp Cave, they had traveled back to the castle, and it seemed like the journey might last for ages. In a good way. Once free of the Dragon, the Princess had a light-hearted demeanor, eyes that had the spark of intellect in them, and a smile that almost seemed to hold the monsters at bay all by itself. The King had called her the light of the kingdom, and he had not been lying. But the Descendant of Erdrick could not help but feel that every laugh, every smile had been intended for her alone. Selfish, perhaps. But love made her question everything, including her motivation.
There had been rain on the night that they had stopped to camp, only one day from the castle. They had been traveling together for only a handful of days, but it had seemed like a lifetime. And, by the light of their fire, as rain fell and thunder sounded above them, Gwaelin had crossed the short distance that separated them and pulled the Descendant of Erdrick into a kiss – her first, the first for both of them. There had been no prelude, only a brief silence, then the meeting of lips, of hot breath and no sound but the storm. It made a memory that the heroine had promised herself to treasure.
Fireflies in the night. The heat of summer still lingering in the air. The journey to Charlock Castle promised day after day of heat and danger the next morning. But the heroine let it all pass as Gwaelin appeared before her, smiling again, eyes bright in the radiance of the moon and stars on a cloudless night. She opened her mouth, hoping to say everything she wanted to say to her, but the Princess crushed her lips to hers almost as soon as she walked up to her, her actions saying everything.
Thou dost release me from every care, the Descendant of Erdrick thought, her heart feeling as full as the moon in the sky, yet racing like a shooting star, e'en when I think to comfort thee, thou art already here to kiss mine own worries away. I love thee, Gwaelin, an', if it please thee, I shall marry thee once all is said and done. The Princess ran her fingers through her hair, and she sighed happily. Oh, for a night to be long as eternity! And yet it endeth for us, all too soon. Around them, the crickets continued their song.
END.