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femslashficlets2017-10-03 09:32 pm
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Shakespeare 2
Title: Growing Pains
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Pairing: Tanith/Sigrun
Rating: G
Word Count: 351
Prompt: 2 They had not skill enough your worth to sing - Sonnet 106
Summary: Sanaki feels inadequate, and only one mother figure is equipped to help.
After Sanaki’s plate returns full to the kitchens, Sigrun ushers her and Tanith into a private chamber. It used to be common for Sanaki to refuse food, usually while waving it around as a blasphemy to the culinary arts. Since the war she will eat anything—and a busy, growing woman is always hungry.
Sigrun bends her knee before Sanaki, who’s settled onto a cushion. Tanith stands closer to the door, prepared to apprehend anyone who interrupts.
“It’s Serenes, isn’t it?” Sigrun asks.
Recently, as a diplomatic gesture, they were invited to the forest for a ritual of renewal. Sigrun beamed with pride at the invitation, and at every step since then; Tanith exchanged proud nods with Tibarn and remained on her guard. But Sanaki appeared too solemn for her years, and back at her palace, she still hasn’t lightened.
Perhaps they should have taken more care. Song revived the forest itself, but it can’t heal the scars. Sanaki shakes her head when Sigrun suggests these things. Her bangs no longer whip around her face as they did when she was younger, her movements less measured. “Of course these matters will always weigh heavily,” Sanaki says. “But I’m afraid my dourness is pettier.”
“Oh?”
The way Sanaki chews her lip hasn’t changed. Knowing how Sigrun would chastise her, Tanith resists a poorly timed smile. “Even if I now understand, I still wish I had inherited their song. It’s beautiful, and it has so much power. If I had it, I could just…” Sanaki waves her hands around, her sleeves billowing. “Fix everything.”
Even with their power, quite a bit needs fixing—another thought Tanith withholds. There’s a reason Sigrun is the one stroking Sanaki’s hair. She’s always had a heron’s voice, though when she takes to the skies, she is as ferocious as any hawk.
“We all work with our own gifts,” Sigrun says. “I could not be prouder of what you’ve done with yours.”
“You two are my gifts,” Sanaki says. She gazes up at Tanith, her mouth a little semicircle, and this time Tanith smiles.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Pairing: Tanith/Sigrun
Rating: G
Word Count: 351
Prompt: 2 They had not skill enough your worth to sing - Sonnet 106
Summary: Sanaki feels inadequate, and only one mother figure is equipped to help.
After Sanaki’s plate returns full to the kitchens, Sigrun ushers her and Tanith into a private chamber. It used to be common for Sanaki to refuse food, usually while waving it around as a blasphemy to the culinary arts. Since the war she will eat anything—and a busy, growing woman is always hungry.
Sigrun bends her knee before Sanaki, who’s settled onto a cushion. Tanith stands closer to the door, prepared to apprehend anyone who interrupts.
“It’s Serenes, isn’t it?” Sigrun asks.
Recently, as a diplomatic gesture, they were invited to the forest for a ritual of renewal. Sigrun beamed with pride at the invitation, and at every step since then; Tanith exchanged proud nods with Tibarn and remained on her guard. But Sanaki appeared too solemn for her years, and back at her palace, she still hasn’t lightened.
Perhaps they should have taken more care. Song revived the forest itself, but it can’t heal the scars. Sanaki shakes her head when Sigrun suggests these things. Her bangs no longer whip around her face as they did when she was younger, her movements less measured. “Of course these matters will always weigh heavily,” Sanaki says. “But I’m afraid my dourness is pettier.”
“Oh?”
The way Sanaki chews her lip hasn’t changed. Knowing how Sigrun would chastise her, Tanith resists a poorly timed smile. “Even if I now understand, I still wish I had inherited their song. It’s beautiful, and it has so much power. If I had it, I could just…” Sanaki waves her hands around, her sleeves billowing. “Fix everything.”
Even with their power, quite a bit needs fixing—another thought Tanith withholds. There’s a reason Sigrun is the one stroking Sanaki’s hair. She’s always had a heron’s voice, though when she takes to the skies, she is as ferocious as any hawk.
“We all work with our own gifts,” Sigrun says. “I could not be prouder of what you’ve done with yours.”
“You two are my gifts,” Sanaki says. She gazes up at Tanith, her mouth a little semicircle, and this time Tanith smiles.