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femslashficlets2017-09-04 12:02 am
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Shakespeare 13
Title: To Her I Swear
Fandom: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia
Pairing: Faye/Silque
Rating: G
Word Count: 656
Prompt: 13 I had no judgment when to her I swore - A Midsummer Night's Dream
Summary: When Faye sneaks out at night, Silque finds her, giving Faye one last chance to appeal to her.
Note: Part four of a ficlet series starting here.
Long after the moonlight stretches across Silque’s pallet, Faye lays awake listening to her soft snores. Her own pallet is close enough that she could run her hand around Silque’s uncovered head, feel her hair against its curve and trail to stroke her cheek. Faye’s fingers knead at her own nightgown until finally she throws off her sheet. After tiptoeing to the door, she eases it open and slips out.
The night air settles around her ankles, and gravel sticks to the calluses of her bare feet, but she does not retrieve her boots. Instead she follows a well-trodden path past the fields until she reaches the cemetery.
Not sure who she intended to see, she kneels in front of a random tombstone and traces its cracks. After those knights attacked Ram in her childhood, she heard their clanking whenever she visited. Since her return home she instead expects terrors to reach gnarled claws from the ground. If she’d been thinking, she would have brought her bow. She clutches her ankles and rocks back and forth.
Footsteps against the grass make her leap to her feet, a fist drawn back. Silque holds up a palm. Her other carries a candle that glows orange on the bottom of her chin and drooped eyelids, which shield concern.
Thankfully Silque asks nothing, only kneels along with Faye and bows her head. Faye forces herself not to look. She never had the same reservations about watching Alm, even though he might have minded more. After a time, a robe is placed around her shoulders so gently she barely starts.
“I’m glad I got another chance to pay my respects,” Silque says.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s been lovely, but I’m afraid I must soon depart.”
Faye’s heart drops into her stomach. “By yourself?”
“I’ve no choice. I was going to wait for a knight escort, but Ram’s rather out of the way. I’d like to make it to shelter before winter.”
Faye pulls the robe tighter around her and stares at the tombstone without seeing it. “It’s too dangerous. With Mila gone, nobody bothers to stop bandits from retaking the shrines. And after the war, so many knights got discharged for injuries.”
“I’ve no choice,” Silque repeats. The remorse in her tone makes Faye bristle. She turns to Silque, then ducks in front so Silque has to look at her.
“Take me with you.”
Silque shifts the candle away from Faye’s dangling braids. The light flickers in her wide eyes. “You don’t even know where I’m going.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not safe to travel on your own. I can protect you. I was a soldier, you know.”
“I would hire your services as a mercenary, but I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”
“It doesn’t matter! We’re friends, aren’t we? You wanted so badly to be friends.” Faye’s voice breaks off, quiet and pitiful, when she hears it buck to fill the empty night. “I can help in other ways, too. I know you. You’re going to help the sick and wounded and stuff, right? I can dress wounds and treat fevers. I can cook. I can…”
“It’s all right, Faye. I never doubted your abilities. And you’re right, we’re friends. You don’t have to prove your worth to me.”
The robe has slipped from Faye’s shoulders. Silque sets down the candle to replace the robe, which Faye clutches with trembling fingers.
“I only worry about dragging you around on my business,” Silque continues. “But if you want to come that badly, I would love your companionship.”
She would love. She would love. She would love.
“You mean it?”
“Yes. To be honest, I was hoping you would offer.”
Though the dead rest beneath her, Faye’s heart beats more alive than in months. “Thanks so much. I swear I’ll keep you safe. And carry your supplies, and—”
Silque cuts her off with a laugh. “I don’t doubt it, Faye.”
Fandom: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia
Pairing: Faye/Silque
Rating: G
Word Count: 656
Prompt: 13 I had no judgment when to her I swore - A Midsummer Night's Dream
Summary: When Faye sneaks out at night, Silque finds her, giving Faye one last chance to appeal to her.
Note: Part four of a ficlet series starting here.
Long after the moonlight stretches across Silque’s pallet, Faye lays awake listening to her soft snores. Her own pallet is close enough that she could run her hand around Silque’s uncovered head, feel her hair against its curve and trail to stroke her cheek. Faye’s fingers knead at her own nightgown until finally she throws off her sheet. After tiptoeing to the door, she eases it open and slips out.
The night air settles around her ankles, and gravel sticks to the calluses of her bare feet, but she does not retrieve her boots. Instead she follows a well-trodden path past the fields until she reaches the cemetery.
Not sure who she intended to see, she kneels in front of a random tombstone and traces its cracks. After those knights attacked Ram in her childhood, she heard their clanking whenever she visited. Since her return home she instead expects terrors to reach gnarled claws from the ground. If she’d been thinking, she would have brought her bow. She clutches her ankles and rocks back and forth.
Footsteps against the grass make her leap to her feet, a fist drawn back. Silque holds up a palm. Her other carries a candle that glows orange on the bottom of her chin and drooped eyelids, which shield concern.
Thankfully Silque asks nothing, only kneels along with Faye and bows her head. Faye forces herself not to look. She never had the same reservations about watching Alm, even though he might have minded more. After a time, a robe is placed around her shoulders so gently she barely starts.
“I’m glad I got another chance to pay my respects,” Silque says.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s been lovely, but I’m afraid I must soon depart.”
Faye’s heart drops into her stomach. “By yourself?”
“I’ve no choice. I was going to wait for a knight escort, but Ram’s rather out of the way. I’d like to make it to shelter before winter.”
Faye pulls the robe tighter around her and stares at the tombstone without seeing it. “It’s too dangerous. With Mila gone, nobody bothers to stop bandits from retaking the shrines. And after the war, so many knights got discharged for injuries.”
“I’ve no choice,” Silque repeats. The remorse in her tone makes Faye bristle. She turns to Silque, then ducks in front so Silque has to look at her.
“Take me with you.”
Silque shifts the candle away from Faye’s dangling braids. The light flickers in her wide eyes. “You don’t even know where I’m going.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not safe to travel on your own. I can protect you. I was a soldier, you know.”
“I would hire your services as a mercenary, but I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”
“It doesn’t matter! We’re friends, aren’t we? You wanted so badly to be friends.” Faye’s voice breaks off, quiet and pitiful, when she hears it buck to fill the empty night. “I can help in other ways, too. I know you. You’re going to help the sick and wounded and stuff, right? I can dress wounds and treat fevers. I can cook. I can…”
“It’s all right, Faye. I never doubted your abilities. And you’re right, we’re friends. You don’t have to prove your worth to me.”
The robe has slipped from Faye’s shoulders. Silque sets down the candle to replace the robe, which Faye clutches with trembling fingers.
“I only worry about dragging you around on my business,” Silque continues. “But if you want to come that badly, I would love your companionship.”
She would love. She would love. She would love.
“You mean it?”
“Yes. To be honest, I was hoping you would offer.”
Though the dead rest beneath her, Faye’s heart beats more alive than in months. “Thanks so much. I swear I’ll keep you safe. And carry your supplies, and—”
Silque cuts her off with a laugh. “I don’t doubt it, Faye.”