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Sappho #18 and 19
Title: Mixed Blessings
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Pairing: Say'ri/Tiki
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #18 -- and on the eyes
Word Count: 162
Summary: Nighttime is a double-edged sword for Tiki.
Tiki’s feet stumble over the flat campground as if she’s forgotten how to walk without claws. While Say’ri often catches Sumia by the arm regardless of terrain, her lady is another matter—silly as she can sometimes be, her grace in flight surpasses any swan, and she’s long been used to balancing without a tail. When Tiki is righted and turns to her, Say’ri understands.
It is encouraging, in a way, to see bags under Tiki’s eyes. It means the nightmares could not visit her, at least not for long. However, when Say’ri releases her elbow, it wobbles by her hovering hand. A dreamless night does no good if Tiki trips onto a spear.
“My lady, allow me to escort you for the day,” Say’ri says in lieu of a lecture. Tiki yawns.
“Of course. Were you not going to?”
The answer to that, is of course, no—so Say’ri supposes it is a moot point, and takes blessings where they come.
Title: A Single-Token Hoard
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Rekka no ken
Pairing: Florina/Ninian
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #19 -- moon has set
Word Count: 322
Summary: After Ninian leaves, Florina clings to what remains of her.
Cold air whistles through cracks in the cabin. Florina lies on her stomach, nose pressed into the pillow, arms tucked under her until the bangle digs into her chest. She flips over and spins it around on her wrist. It doesn’t chafe, at least, even if the lock of hair cushioning it sometimes itches.
She rests the bangle back against her chest, its ache nothing to do with the pressure. No moonlight illuminates the room, so in her mind’s eye she pictures the gold, old enough to be on the edge of tarnishing. Friends would know how to polish it. It makes no difference to her whether it shines as long as she can feel its weight.
Growing up, one of Florina’s favorite stories about the ice dragon said that they stash hoards in mountain caves. Always flying from one place to the next with only her sisters, she fancied having a place to return to with a pile of treasures to curl upon. It wouldn’t have to be silver tinsel. Anything that meant something to her, that could keep her spirits warm while storms threw ice against the roof.
She had been too shy to ask if the stories were true. Ninian seemed to have little more than the dress on her back and a little brother, anyway, yet she placed the bangle around Florina’s wrist, saying she hoped Florina would wear it and think of courage. All she had to offer Ninian in a return were a pair of hairclips, but she’s fulfilled Ninian’s hope. Though she has many brave friends, she cannot think of a braver image than that ice dragon, traveling among humans under a blistering sun.
She wonders if it’s nighttime where is Ninian, too, and if it’s snowing. She wonders if Ninian is inside, if she has treasures to keep her company, if she’s wearing the clips—and if, as Florina asked, she’s thinking of belonging.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Pairing: Say'ri/Tiki
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #18 -- and on the eyes
Word Count: 162
Summary: Nighttime is a double-edged sword for Tiki.
Tiki’s feet stumble over the flat campground as if she’s forgotten how to walk without claws. While Say’ri often catches Sumia by the arm regardless of terrain, her lady is another matter—silly as she can sometimes be, her grace in flight surpasses any swan, and she’s long been used to balancing without a tail. When Tiki is righted and turns to her, Say’ri understands.
It is encouraging, in a way, to see bags under Tiki’s eyes. It means the nightmares could not visit her, at least not for long. However, when Say’ri releases her elbow, it wobbles by her hovering hand. A dreamless night does no good if Tiki trips onto a spear.
“My lady, allow me to escort you for the day,” Say’ri says in lieu of a lecture. Tiki yawns.
“Of course. Were you not going to?”
The answer to that, is of course, no—so Say’ri supposes it is a moot point, and takes blessings where they come.
Title: A Single-Token Hoard
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Rekka no ken
Pairing: Florina/Ninian
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #19 -- moon has set
Word Count: 322
Summary: After Ninian leaves, Florina clings to what remains of her.
Cold air whistles through cracks in the cabin. Florina lies on her stomach, nose pressed into the pillow, arms tucked under her until the bangle digs into her chest. She flips over and spins it around on her wrist. It doesn’t chafe, at least, even if the lock of hair cushioning it sometimes itches.
She rests the bangle back against her chest, its ache nothing to do with the pressure. No moonlight illuminates the room, so in her mind’s eye she pictures the gold, old enough to be on the edge of tarnishing. Friends would know how to polish it. It makes no difference to her whether it shines as long as she can feel its weight.
Growing up, one of Florina’s favorite stories about the ice dragon said that they stash hoards in mountain caves. Always flying from one place to the next with only her sisters, she fancied having a place to return to with a pile of treasures to curl upon. It wouldn’t have to be silver tinsel. Anything that meant something to her, that could keep her spirits warm while storms threw ice against the roof.
She had been too shy to ask if the stories were true. Ninian seemed to have little more than the dress on her back and a little brother, anyway, yet she placed the bangle around Florina’s wrist, saying she hoped Florina would wear it and think of courage. All she had to offer Ninian in a return were a pair of hairclips, but she’s fulfilled Ninian’s hope. Though she has many brave friends, she cannot think of a braver image than that ice dragon, traveling among humans under a blistering sun.
She wonders if it’s nighttime where is Ninian, too, and if it’s snowing. She wonders if Ninian is inside, if she has treasures to keep her company, if she’s wearing the clips—and if, as Florina asked, she’s thinking of belonging.