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Stringless Puppet (Sappho 4)
Title: Stringless Puppet
Fandom: Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem
Pairing: Kris/Katarina
Rating: PG
Prompt: Sappho #4 - for those
Word Count: 539
Summary: Katarina always learned that good treatment came with strings.
Notes: Allusions to abuse.
...for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
...harm me
They’ve barely made it out of the barracks when Kris stops, rifling through her pouch. At Katarina’s question she scratches her head, shaking off a leaf that’s fallen on it. “I thought I packed my sword polish.”
“I’ll run back and get it,” Katarina says quickly. She’s taken to packing anything she thinks Kris will need, but it’s rare for Kris to forget to tend to her weapon. Then again, they’re out earlier than usual, as Kris woke Katarina from a nightmare and offered to take her out for fresh air. Katarina wouldn’t agree until Kris decided to make a training expedition of it.
Kris protests that they can both go, but Katarina’s already swiveled, calling over her shoulder for Kris to start training. The wind chills her as she breaks into a run, eyes trained to navigate in the dark. She hates that she needs the space away from Kris, but sharing a cot was already a major step. She’d curled up in a ball, keeping her breaths quiet on instinct, ultimately failing to keep out of Kris’s arms. As warm as they were, it left her waiting for a sting.
After retrieving the bottle she slows, making a game of avoiding stepping on any twigs and cringing at each snap. The sight of Kris training makes Katarina stop and hover, admiring her form and muscles even as the sight of the dancing blade gives her goose bumps. She trusts Kris, doesn’t she? She thinks so, but the trust Kris extends to her is more unconditional than this, more complete despite everything Katarina’s done.
When she’s noticed, Katarina holds the polish out like an offering, her head bowed with formalities around its inner edge. The casual way Kris takes the bottle and tosses it up in the air makes Katarina bite her lip. Juggling is a skill the seventh platoon has been practicing—whether something Rody picked up to entertain his sisters, or Cecille thought of while tossing javelins, Katarina’s not sure—and the group now throws and catches individual items as a matter of habit. Katarina never picked it up, holding tight to everything she owns and unsure if juggling books or daggers is a good idea, besides.
“Are you all right?” Kris asks. Without raising her head Katarina looks at her, realizing that she’s already rested a foot on a rock and started polishing her blade.
“Yes. Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“No, thank you. Doesn’t hunching like that make your neck hurt?”
Hesitating, Katarina lifts it straight, lowering her eyes. A gloved hand at her chin causes her to lift them again, though it applies no pressure. Kris drops it. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? You’ve gone… someplace else, again.”
“Someplace else?”
“Yes.” Kris frowns in the way she does when she’s pondering her duties. “I’m not sure what happens. Your eyes just go blank. As long as you’re all right, it’s okay, but…”
“I’m sorry,” Katarina blurts. “I’m trying to be here.”
Kris’s frown eases, her hand finding its way to Katarina’s shoulder. “I know. Take all the time you need.”
Katarina closes her eyes and lets the hand linger, firm yet gentle, to prove to herself that it won’t squeeze.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem
Pairing: Kris/Katarina
Rating: PG
Prompt: Sappho #4 - for those
Word Count: 539
Summary: Katarina always learned that good treatment came with strings.
Notes: Allusions to abuse.
...for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
...harm me
They’ve barely made it out of the barracks when Kris stops, rifling through her pouch. At Katarina’s question she scratches her head, shaking off a leaf that’s fallen on it. “I thought I packed my sword polish.”
“I’ll run back and get it,” Katarina says quickly. She’s taken to packing anything she thinks Kris will need, but it’s rare for Kris to forget to tend to her weapon. Then again, they’re out earlier than usual, as Kris woke Katarina from a nightmare and offered to take her out for fresh air. Katarina wouldn’t agree until Kris decided to make a training expedition of it.
Kris protests that they can both go, but Katarina’s already swiveled, calling over her shoulder for Kris to start training. The wind chills her as she breaks into a run, eyes trained to navigate in the dark. She hates that she needs the space away from Kris, but sharing a cot was already a major step. She’d curled up in a ball, keeping her breaths quiet on instinct, ultimately failing to keep out of Kris’s arms. As warm as they were, it left her waiting for a sting.
After retrieving the bottle she slows, making a game of avoiding stepping on any twigs and cringing at each snap. The sight of Kris training makes Katarina stop and hover, admiring her form and muscles even as the sight of the dancing blade gives her goose bumps. She trusts Kris, doesn’t she? She thinks so, but the trust Kris extends to her is more unconditional than this, more complete despite everything Katarina’s done.
When she’s noticed, Katarina holds the polish out like an offering, her head bowed with formalities around its inner edge. The casual way Kris takes the bottle and tosses it up in the air makes Katarina bite her lip. Juggling is a skill the seventh platoon has been practicing—whether something Rody picked up to entertain his sisters, or Cecille thought of while tossing javelins, Katarina’s not sure—and the group now throws and catches individual items as a matter of habit. Katarina never picked it up, holding tight to everything she owns and unsure if juggling books or daggers is a good idea, besides.
“Are you all right?” Kris asks. Without raising her head Katarina looks at her, realizing that she’s already rested a foot on a rock and started polishing her blade.
“Yes. Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“No, thank you. Doesn’t hunching like that make your neck hurt?”
Hesitating, Katarina lifts it straight, lowering her eyes. A gloved hand at her chin causes her to lift them again, though it applies no pressure. Kris drops it. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? You’ve gone… someplace else, again.”
“Someplace else?”
“Yes.” Kris frowns in the way she does when she’s pondering her duties. “I’m not sure what happens. Your eyes just go blank. As long as you’re all right, it’s okay, but…”
“I’m sorry,” Katarina blurts. “I’m trying to be here.”
Kris’s frown eases, her hand finding its way to Katarina’s shoulder. “I know. Take all the time you need.”
Katarina closes her eyes and lets the hand linger, firm yet gentle, to prove to herself that it won’t squeeze.