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femslashficlets2017-08-22 09:42 pm
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Shakespeare 8
Title: Wagging Tongues
Fandom: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia
Pairing: Faye/Silque
Rating: G
Word Count: 440
Prompt: 8 For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where thou art not, desolation - Henry IV
Summary: Once again, a new mother takes in Silque.
Note: A continuation of this.
The kitchen window frames Silque in soft light, silhouetting the curve of her back. Faye sweeps the floor while Silque chops carrots and Ma kneads dough, telling Silque how to know when it’s come together. It’s a safe topic, and Faye’s heart settles seeing their easy smiles.
“You have my gratitude for hosting me,” Silque says.
“Anytime, dear. We’re just glad Faye brought home a friend. It was a relief when she started writing us about someone new.”
Faye halts. “Ma.”
“And such a helpful pair of hands. Mila knows we need them. The neighbors have several children, some of them getting hitched...”
“Ma!”
“We just have our little peach. No brothers to walk with her, so she hung around those boys. ‘Course, we didn’t think she’d go off to war with them…”
“She is a strong and lovely young woman,” Silque says with a laugh. Though Faye’s lips lift at the praise, she hides her flushed face and sweeps harder.
After dinner, Ma sends them off to the well. The meal was as nice as could be--Ma used more of the stores than she should have in these times, eager to impress their guest, and Faye doesn’t blame her--but Faye is relieved to be out in the twilight, where only bugs speak. Silque hums a hymn along with them, and that’s not so bad, wordless as it is. Faye’s bucket swings with the rhythm.
As she swats a fly from her neck, Faye surprises herself by speaking. “Lots of wagging tongues around here, huh? Sorry about that.”
“She’s quite friendly. Has she truly lived her whole life in Ram Village?”
“Yeah. I bet you think that’s boring, but it was a nice life, before trouble came out this far.”
Silque’s gaze appears to sail away, far past the nearby forest, and Faye worries she’s pushed her there. “It must be nice to have someone so reliable. I have only known mothers to disappear without warning.”
“Silque, I didn’t…” Her dinner sets hard in her stomach, but Silque smiles.
“Nor did I. I’m simply glad for it. You’ve all welcomed me so warmly.”
Faye’s stomach is still tightening, trying to collapse her from within. She drops the bucket to take Silque’s hand in both of hers. They’re cool from the night air, like an ocean breeze in the forest, and it makes her conscious of her own heat. “Stay as long as you want.”
Surprise lifts Silque’s usual composure, her lips parting and brows disappearing beneath her bangs. Like a ripple in a pond it passes, and like a ripple Faye’s insides turn as Silque presses her palm.
Fandom: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia
Pairing: Faye/Silque
Rating: G
Word Count: 440
Prompt: 8 For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where thou art not, desolation - Henry IV
Summary: Once again, a new mother takes in Silque.
Note: A continuation of this.
The kitchen window frames Silque in soft light, silhouetting the curve of her back. Faye sweeps the floor while Silque chops carrots and Ma kneads dough, telling Silque how to know when it’s come together. It’s a safe topic, and Faye’s heart settles seeing their easy smiles.
“You have my gratitude for hosting me,” Silque says.
“Anytime, dear. We’re just glad Faye brought home a friend. It was a relief when she started writing us about someone new.”
Faye halts. “Ma.”
“And such a helpful pair of hands. Mila knows we need them. The neighbors have several children, some of them getting hitched...”
“Ma!”
“We just have our little peach. No brothers to walk with her, so she hung around those boys. ‘Course, we didn’t think she’d go off to war with them…”
“She is a strong and lovely young woman,” Silque says with a laugh. Though Faye’s lips lift at the praise, she hides her flushed face and sweeps harder.
After dinner, Ma sends them off to the well. The meal was as nice as could be--Ma used more of the stores than she should have in these times, eager to impress their guest, and Faye doesn’t blame her--but Faye is relieved to be out in the twilight, where only bugs speak. Silque hums a hymn along with them, and that’s not so bad, wordless as it is. Faye’s bucket swings with the rhythm.
As she swats a fly from her neck, Faye surprises herself by speaking. “Lots of wagging tongues around here, huh? Sorry about that.”
“She’s quite friendly. Has she truly lived her whole life in Ram Village?”
“Yeah. I bet you think that’s boring, but it was a nice life, before trouble came out this far.”
Silque’s gaze appears to sail away, far past the nearby forest, and Faye worries she’s pushed her there. “It must be nice to have someone so reliable. I have only known mothers to disappear without warning.”
“Silque, I didn’t…” Her dinner sets hard in her stomach, but Silque smiles.
“Nor did I. I’m simply glad for it. You’ve all welcomed me so warmly.”
Faye’s stomach is still tightening, trying to collapse her from within. She drops the bucket to take Silque’s hand in both of hers. They’re cool from the night air, like an ocean breeze in the forest, and it makes her conscious of her own heat. “Stay as long as you want.”
Surprise lifts Silque’s usual composure, her lips parting and brows disappearing beneath her bangs. Like a ripple in a pond it passes, and like a ripple Faye’s insides turn as Silque presses her palm.