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A Warm Mug of Spirits
Title: A Warm Mug of Spirits
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Pairing: Titania/Almedha
Rating: PG
Prompt: Sappho #9 - you came and I was crazy for you
Word Count: 834
Summary: A calmer morning than either of them were expecting.
Note: Part 6 of my drabble series for this pair. The others start here in my AO3 collection.
you came and I was crazy for you
and you cooled my mind that burned with longing
The morning after their encounter, Titania finds Almedha in the mess hall, sitting with a straight back and sipping from a mug. She does not look up toward Titania, whose heartbeat spikes even as she chastises herself. Seeing Almedha upright and out of her—of Soren’s room should be a relief. She’s even dressed in the simple red cloak Titania provided to replace the gown Almedha has not yet let her mend. It was just what Titania had on hand, but the color suits her, even if the sleeves drape off her shoulders and upper arms where she lacks Titania’s build.
Titania’s halfway through wondering if that actually improves the look when Mist enters with a glass of flowers. “Look, I found some that match your clothes,” she says, setting them on the table beside a bowl of dried fruit. Almedha murmurs a thank you, and Mist beams, straightening and folding her hands in front of her.
“Can…can I get you anything else?”
Almedha shakes her head in dismissal, which Mist looks ready to interpret as an invitation to sit until she spots Titania glued to the wall. Her gaze slides between them. She waves before slipping away.
That girl, Titania thinks. She becomes more covert every year. Almedha doesn’t seem to acknowledge the interaction, examining a berry she rolls between her thumb and forefinger. For a second Titania expects it to fly away. Instead Almedha eats it not by popping it into her mouth, but by sticking the slightly forked tip of a tongue out to roll it in.
“I didn’t take you for a wallflower,” Almedha says after smacking her lips. “I can hear your steps from the other side of the fort, you know.”
Abashed, Titania steps forward. “Forgive my rudeness in not greeting you—and my impropriety in… that is…” The words she’d prepared while lying on the floor the night before drain in a jumble. Almedha waves at the chair opposite her, more a host somehow than Titania, who can only take the offering. She rearranges the flowers and bowl, if only to feel more in control of the space. The solidness of the clay helps clear her head.
“I’m usually more assertive than this,” she confides. More confident. “Many…complications have passed.”
“You seemed plenty assertive to me,” Almedha says smoothly.
“I’m usually more restrained than that,” Titania says.
“Which is it, then?”
Realizing she has no idea how to answer, Titania bites her cheek. “You’re looking well this morning,” she says instead. “I’m glad to see it.”
“The young girl is an eager servant.”
“She’s not a servant. Mist is Greil’s daughter, and a full member of the company. You might learn something of swordplay from her.”
“Oh? Interesting.” Her voice suggests that it isn’t, if only because her focus seems to be elsewhere. A more serene place than in recent days, at least. Titania tries to calm her own irritation. Inhaling to that end, she realizes that what she assumed to be tea is actually spirits.
Almedha catches her face and proffers the cup. “Have a drink. Your heart has been pitter-pattering ever since you walked in.”
“Thank you, but it’s a bit early.” Almedha shrugs, the fabric bunching up under one ear and slipping off her collar beneath the other. Titania shifts her gaze to the covered side, becoming intrigued instead by the ear’s point, not hidden by knots as usual. The implication of Almedha’s words hits her. Knowing she has amazing hearing is different than such personal proof.
“I already sent your subordinates to their tasks,” Almedha says. In her distraction, it takes a second for Titania to react.
“You… Wait, you what?”
Almedha flicks a hand. “It was all written down. I just passed it along. Your company has always kept careful records, for such a small operation.”
The always tells Titania that it wasn’t the day’s plans Almedha was after. “Well… Thank you, I suppose. Though there’s no need for you to do my job.”
“Nonsense,” Almedha says, the quirk of a brow telling the rest. Titania’s hands fight each other on the table, then under it. If she seems so indisposed to her regular duties, she can’t let this continue—she has to convey that firmly, finally.
Almedha breathes a long sigh, the sort that would curl and hang in the air if it were frosty. “I’ve never had such a peaceful next morning,” she says in a tone that stops Titania’s resolution in her tracks. She lets her hands slow, knitting loosely together in her lap.
“Which is it, then?” Titania cannot resist teasing. “Do you abhor the quiet life or not?”
For the first time that day Almedha pierces her gaze. “A morning is quite different from a life. I intend to have my excitement before nightfall, if not after.”
As if she’d eaten the whole bowl, the moisture is sucked from Titania’s mouth. “In that case,” she says, “I think I will accept a drink before midday after all.”
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Pairing: Titania/Almedha
Rating: PG
Prompt: Sappho #9 - you came and I was crazy for you
Word Count: 834
Summary: A calmer morning than either of them were expecting.
Note: Part 6 of my drabble series for this pair. The others start here in my AO3 collection.
you came and I was crazy for you
and you cooled my mind that burned with longing
The morning after their encounter, Titania finds Almedha in the mess hall, sitting with a straight back and sipping from a mug. She does not look up toward Titania, whose heartbeat spikes even as she chastises herself. Seeing Almedha upright and out of her—of Soren’s room should be a relief. She’s even dressed in the simple red cloak Titania provided to replace the gown Almedha has not yet let her mend. It was just what Titania had on hand, but the color suits her, even if the sleeves drape off her shoulders and upper arms where she lacks Titania’s build.
Titania’s halfway through wondering if that actually improves the look when Mist enters with a glass of flowers. “Look, I found some that match your clothes,” she says, setting them on the table beside a bowl of dried fruit. Almedha murmurs a thank you, and Mist beams, straightening and folding her hands in front of her.
“Can…can I get you anything else?”
Almedha shakes her head in dismissal, which Mist looks ready to interpret as an invitation to sit until she spots Titania glued to the wall. Her gaze slides between them. She waves before slipping away.
That girl, Titania thinks. She becomes more covert every year. Almedha doesn’t seem to acknowledge the interaction, examining a berry she rolls between her thumb and forefinger. For a second Titania expects it to fly away. Instead Almedha eats it not by popping it into her mouth, but by sticking the slightly forked tip of a tongue out to roll it in.
“I didn’t take you for a wallflower,” Almedha says after smacking her lips. “I can hear your steps from the other side of the fort, you know.”
Abashed, Titania steps forward. “Forgive my rudeness in not greeting you—and my impropriety in… that is…” The words she’d prepared while lying on the floor the night before drain in a jumble. Almedha waves at the chair opposite her, more a host somehow than Titania, who can only take the offering. She rearranges the flowers and bowl, if only to feel more in control of the space. The solidness of the clay helps clear her head.
“I’m usually more assertive than this,” she confides. More confident. “Many…complications have passed.”
“You seemed plenty assertive to me,” Almedha says smoothly.
“I’m usually more restrained than that,” Titania says.
“Which is it, then?”
Realizing she has no idea how to answer, Titania bites her cheek. “You’re looking well this morning,” she says instead. “I’m glad to see it.”
“The young girl is an eager servant.”
“She’s not a servant. Mist is Greil’s daughter, and a full member of the company. You might learn something of swordplay from her.”
“Oh? Interesting.” Her voice suggests that it isn’t, if only because her focus seems to be elsewhere. A more serene place than in recent days, at least. Titania tries to calm her own irritation. Inhaling to that end, she realizes that what she assumed to be tea is actually spirits.
Almedha catches her face and proffers the cup. “Have a drink. Your heart has been pitter-pattering ever since you walked in.”
“Thank you, but it’s a bit early.” Almedha shrugs, the fabric bunching up under one ear and slipping off her collar beneath the other. Titania shifts her gaze to the covered side, becoming intrigued instead by the ear’s point, not hidden by knots as usual. The implication of Almedha’s words hits her. Knowing she has amazing hearing is different than such personal proof.
“I already sent your subordinates to their tasks,” Almedha says. In her distraction, it takes a second for Titania to react.
“You… Wait, you what?”
Almedha flicks a hand. “It was all written down. I just passed it along. Your company has always kept careful records, for such a small operation.”
The always tells Titania that it wasn’t the day’s plans Almedha was after. “Well… Thank you, I suppose. Though there’s no need for you to do my job.”
“Nonsense,” Almedha says, the quirk of a brow telling the rest. Titania’s hands fight each other on the table, then under it. If she seems so indisposed to her regular duties, she can’t let this continue—she has to convey that firmly, finally.
Almedha breathes a long sigh, the sort that would curl and hang in the air if it were frosty. “I’ve never had such a peaceful next morning,” she says in a tone that stops Titania’s resolution in her tracks. She lets her hands slow, knitting loosely together in her lap.
“Which is it, then?” Titania cannot resist teasing. “Do you abhor the quiet life or not?”
For the first time that day Almedha pierces her gaze. “A morning is quite different from a life. I intend to have my excitement before nightfall, if not after.”
As if she’d eaten the whole bowl, the moisture is sucked from Titania’s mouth. “In that case,” she says, “I think I will accept a drink before midday after all.”