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Stone and Snow (Sappho 12)
Title: Stone and Snow
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Pairing: Tanith/Sigrun
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #12 - may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend
Word Count: 500
Summary: The world is frozen in place. Tanith takes the moment to thaw.
Tanith never knew that the crunch of snow beneath boots could be so loud. During the Mad King’s War, the march through Daein had filled her ears with howling winds, chattering teeth, and hundreds of pairs of legs sloshing through slush the soldiers in front of them had already stamped down. Grumbles turned to screams and then moans. The roar of laguz drowned out whinnying pegasii and horses. In the towns, people hurried to shut their gates, shouting curses.
Only statues populate the town that the Maiden of Dawn’s group has chosen to rest in for the night. As Tanith returns from her scouting she peers with disapproval at a pair of sentries caught mid-slouch, and she runs an absent hand over the head of a girl who’d been chasing her brother, tiny icicles forming under the pigtail whipping across her face.
If Tanith weren’t so exhausted she’d linger over her reports and meetings, just to hear voices. As it is she is works efficiently before retiring to the inn, averting her eyes from the innkeeper frozen at the desk. Her empress has already gone to bed in the nicest room the small town had to offer. Tanith stops to press an ear to the door, listening for snores. The room is silent. The guard stationed there politely looks away.
Their accursed enemy bears the power of warp, Tanith remembers. Her heart thumps, unaccompanied by anything but the creak of a floorboard as she cracks open the door and peaks in. Ever one step ahead, Sigrun already sits at Sanaki’s bedside. She looks up sharply, her eyes relaxing when they meet Tanith’s, and presses a finger to her lips. Tanith enters, shutting the door behind her silently.
Sanaki’s head rests in Sigrun’s lap, either asleep or feigning it considering she does not react when Tanith approaches. The bed is plain, covered in blankets only because half of the inn’s bedding was apportioned to keeping the empress warm. It’s slipped off of her shoulders in her current position, Sigrun’s hand stroking for warmth in its place in a manner much like Tanith did for the statue. Tanith’s chest clenches. But for the spear at the bedside and the equipment in the corner, they could have been any mother and child.
The middle of the apocalypse is not the time for a game of pretend. The three’s breathing provides little to cover up Tanith’s fancies to the contrary, a warm spot among a silent winter. Decisive as always, Sigrun beckons, and Tanith follows her captain’s summons to kneel beside the bed. Her hand joins Sigrun’s, fingers lacing with hers and with Sanaki’s hair. Sanaki releases a small sigh.
The impropriety of the scene occurs to Tanith, but it hardly seems to matter, with only stone and snow to judge them. Her heart thumps on, her mind full of plans for the next day’s march and potential ambushes as she rests her head on Sigrun’s knee. Beside her, Sanaki finally starts to snore.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Pairing: Tanith/Sigrun
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #12 - may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend
Word Count: 500
Summary: The world is frozen in place. Tanith takes the moment to thaw.
Tanith never knew that the crunch of snow beneath boots could be so loud. During the Mad King’s War, the march through Daein had filled her ears with howling winds, chattering teeth, and hundreds of pairs of legs sloshing through slush the soldiers in front of them had already stamped down. Grumbles turned to screams and then moans. The roar of laguz drowned out whinnying pegasii and horses. In the towns, people hurried to shut their gates, shouting curses.
Only statues populate the town that the Maiden of Dawn’s group has chosen to rest in for the night. As Tanith returns from her scouting she peers with disapproval at a pair of sentries caught mid-slouch, and she runs an absent hand over the head of a girl who’d been chasing her brother, tiny icicles forming under the pigtail whipping across her face.
If Tanith weren’t so exhausted she’d linger over her reports and meetings, just to hear voices. As it is she is works efficiently before retiring to the inn, averting her eyes from the innkeeper frozen at the desk. Her empress has already gone to bed in the nicest room the small town had to offer. Tanith stops to press an ear to the door, listening for snores. The room is silent. The guard stationed there politely looks away.
Their accursed enemy bears the power of warp, Tanith remembers. Her heart thumps, unaccompanied by anything but the creak of a floorboard as she cracks open the door and peaks in. Ever one step ahead, Sigrun already sits at Sanaki’s bedside. She looks up sharply, her eyes relaxing when they meet Tanith’s, and presses a finger to her lips. Tanith enters, shutting the door behind her silently.
Sanaki’s head rests in Sigrun’s lap, either asleep or feigning it considering she does not react when Tanith approaches. The bed is plain, covered in blankets only because half of the inn’s bedding was apportioned to keeping the empress warm. It’s slipped off of her shoulders in her current position, Sigrun’s hand stroking for warmth in its place in a manner much like Tanith did for the statue. Tanith’s chest clenches. But for the spear at the bedside and the equipment in the corner, they could have been any mother and child.
The middle of the apocalypse is not the time for a game of pretend. The three’s breathing provides little to cover up Tanith’s fancies to the contrary, a warm spot among a silent winter. Decisive as always, Sigrun beckons, and Tanith follows her captain’s summons to kneel beside the bed. Her hand joins Sigrun’s, fingers lacing with hers and with Sanaki’s hair. Sanaki releases a small sigh.
The impropriety of the scene occurs to Tanith, but it hardly seems to matter, with only stone and snow to judge them. Her heart thumps on, her mind full of plans for the next day’s march and potential ambushes as she rests her head on Sigrun’s knee. Beside her, Sanaki finally starts to snore.