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femslashficlets2016-03-06 10:41 pm
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Sappho #5
Title: Grace
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Pairing: Say'ri/Tiki
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #5 -- He seems to me equal to gods that man
Word Count: 365
Summary: Ancient history and family portraits are one and the same when you're with a divine dragon.
The tapestry hangs across a wall in the Voice’s personal chambers. An anonymous benefactor donated it that morning, and Say’ri doesn’t know where or how it was preserved; it must be thousands of years old, for it depicts a banquet hosted by the Hero-King. Her inner historian wants to study the food, clothing, and servants, but she’s focused for now on the child seated upon a stack of cushions, her hair colored with what must have once been brighter green dye. A few stitches of thread curve her mouth upward.
Say’ri wonders what it would have been like to be around that table, perhaps as one of the bards putting a smile on that child’s face, but she would not have given up the chance to meet the woman to know.
Hovering inches away from the tapestry, her fingers follow the edge of the table before stopping over a figure with pinkish hair. At a glance they remind her of Cordelia, but their jewelry, if not their manner, implies status. “And who is this?”
Tiki’s face scrunches. “That’s Xaney. My babysitter, or sibling, or something.”
“A divine dragon, then?”
“A divine nuisance. But yes…” Tiki sighs. “And no.”
Were it not for the way Tiki’s golden bangles shine, Say’ri would mull over the matter’s complexity. As it is, her thoughts are simple and sluggish, as they often are these days. She can never tell if the aura outlining Tiki is a sign of her divinity or only a trick of the light on her jewelry, or even the warmth Say’ri feels for her taking near-tangible shape.
“I suppose I’m being harsh,” Tiki says with another sigh. “It’s just been so long.”
Say’ri’s hand comes to rest on Tiki’s wrist, only gold separating their skin. “Say the word, and I’ll banish the image.”
“Oh, Say’ri, you could just offer to put it away.”
“Aye, I did.”
A smile graces Tiki’s lips. It’s one of the smaller, wryer ones, the ones that Say’ri will sometimes stretch a gag just to invoke. “No, I’m not quite ready.”
She returns to studying the tapestry, her face again pensive, and Say’ri reluctantly looks away from her to do the same.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Pairing: Say'ri/Tiki
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #5 -- He seems to me equal to gods that man
Word Count: 365
Summary: Ancient history and family portraits are one and the same when you're with a divine dragon.
The tapestry hangs across a wall in the Voice’s personal chambers. An anonymous benefactor donated it that morning, and Say’ri doesn’t know where or how it was preserved; it must be thousands of years old, for it depicts a banquet hosted by the Hero-King. Her inner historian wants to study the food, clothing, and servants, but she’s focused for now on the child seated upon a stack of cushions, her hair colored with what must have once been brighter green dye. A few stitches of thread curve her mouth upward.
Say’ri wonders what it would have been like to be around that table, perhaps as one of the bards putting a smile on that child’s face, but she would not have given up the chance to meet the woman to know.
Hovering inches away from the tapestry, her fingers follow the edge of the table before stopping over a figure with pinkish hair. At a glance they remind her of Cordelia, but their jewelry, if not their manner, implies status. “And who is this?”
Tiki’s face scrunches. “That’s Xaney. My babysitter, or sibling, or something.”
“A divine dragon, then?”
“A divine nuisance. But yes…” Tiki sighs. “And no.”
Were it not for the way Tiki’s golden bangles shine, Say’ri would mull over the matter’s complexity. As it is, her thoughts are simple and sluggish, as they often are these days. She can never tell if the aura outlining Tiki is a sign of her divinity or only a trick of the light on her jewelry, or even the warmth Say’ri feels for her taking near-tangible shape.
“I suppose I’m being harsh,” Tiki says with another sigh. “It’s just been so long.”
Say’ri’s hand comes to rest on Tiki’s wrist, only gold separating their skin. “Say the word, and I’ll banish the image.”
“Oh, Say’ri, you could just offer to put it away.”
“Aye, I did.”
A smile graces Tiki’s lips. It’s one of the smaller, wryer ones, the ones that Say’ri will sometimes stretch a gag just to invoke. “No, I’m not quite ready.”
She returns to studying the tapestry, her face again pensive, and Say’ri reluctantly looks away from her to do the same.
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