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May Lightning Strike (#010 - Remainder)
Title: May Lightning Strike
Fandom: Fire Emblem (Archanea games)
Pairing: Palla/Minerva
Rating: PG
Prompt: Twist (4) and Want (5)
Word Count: 365
Summary: Their first kiss is not as earth-shattering as Minerva expects.
Note: I wrote this during the relevant weeks but was late to post.
Minerva has to tilt her chin up to meet Palla’s eyes. It’s not as steep as with Michaelis, her neck hurting if she looks at him too long (not that she’ll lower her chin for him, not even now), but after days of looking down at Maria and the children at the convent, the motion stands out.
Palla’s eyes are dark and full of storms, of need. It may have surprised anyone else—the orphans she’s been mothering, or Maria, who went to her at night once instead of Minerva—but Minerva’s perhaps the one person Palla will come to like this, just as Palla is the one Minerva calls upon in times of weakness. Still, at least one of them has always stayed strong. Now Minerva’s mouth is dry, and the hand on her arm trembles, and she knows they’re both waiting for the other to be weak first.
It’s to save Palla the dignity that Minerva justifies giving in and closing the gap herself. Breathlessly she waits for lightning to strike, for the torch to blow out, for Naga to punish them somehow—to punish her, at least, for wanting. The word buzzes in the back of her mind, thrumming with its lack of emphasis. The only thing that can be said to be a disaster is that despite being older, Palla doesn’t seem any more familiar with these matters, and their jaws have only been exercised while shouting orders. Just as nothing breaks, nor does some hidden well of happiness within Minerva erupt, cancelling out the rawness of her years of bleeding. This is Palla, the one who can ground her just as gracefully as she can take to the skies, and Minerva’s pounding heart contrasts with the numbness that’s settled the rest of her.
After they part to breathe, they don’t go far. Palla’s hand slides from Minerva’s arm to the small of her back, her fingers clenching the fabric in a way that twists Minerva’s heart, and Minerva lets herself brush the hair away from Palla’s skin.
When Minerva can finally bring her chin up, the fire in Palla’s eyes still burns. Gently, Minerva leans back in to feed it.
Fandom: Fire Emblem (Archanea games)
Pairing: Palla/Minerva
Rating: PG
Prompt: Twist (4) and Want (5)
Word Count: 365
Summary: Their first kiss is not as earth-shattering as Minerva expects.
Note: I wrote this during the relevant weeks but was late to post.
Minerva has to tilt her chin up to meet Palla’s eyes. It’s not as steep as with Michaelis, her neck hurting if she looks at him too long (not that she’ll lower her chin for him, not even now), but after days of looking down at Maria and the children at the convent, the motion stands out.
Palla’s eyes are dark and full of storms, of need. It may have surprised anyone else—the orphans she’s been mothering, or Maria, who went to her at night once instead of Minerva—but Minerva’s perhaps the one person Palla will come to like this, just as Palla is the one Minerva calls upon in times of weakness. Still, at least one of them has always stayed strong. Now Minerva’s mouth is dry, and the hand on her arm trembles, and she knows they’re both waiting for the other to be weak first.
It’s to save Palla the dignity that Minerva justifies giving in and closing the gap herself. Breathlessly she waits for lightning to strike, for the torch to blow out, for Naga to punish them somehow—to punish her, at least, for wanting. The word buzzes in the back of her mind, thrumming with its lack of emphasis. The only thing that can be said to be a disaster is that despite being older, Palla doesn’t seem any more familiar with these matters, and their jaws have only been exercised while shouting orders. Just as nothing breaks, nor does some hidden well of happiness within Minerva erupt, cancelling out the rawness of her years of bleeding. This is Palla, the one who can ground her just as gracefully as she can take to the skies, and Minerva’s pounding heart contrasts with the numbness that’s settled the rest of her.
After they part to breathe, they don’t go far. Palla’s hand slides from Minerva’s arm to the small of her back, her fingers clenching the fabric in a way that twists Minerva’s heart, and Minerva lets herself brush the hair away from Palla’s skin.
When Minerva can finally bring her chin up, the fire in Palla’s eyes still burns. Gently, Minerva leans back in to feed it.