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Sappho #17
Title: Midnight Daydreams
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Pairing: Say'ri/Tiki
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #17--when all night long/it pulls them down
Word Count: 462
Summary: Duties never end, but an hour of sleep is no longer life or death.
Note: This is my last fill for the Sappho prompt table challenge. Thanks to Phrenotobe for inspiring many of them and previewing all of them.
“If you could be anything besides a princess, what would you be?”
Only Tiki’s glowing yellow eyes allow Say’ri to make out Tiki’s head rested between her arms. “I assume queen and dynast are off the table?”
Tiki wriggles over to elbow her as best she can without changing positions, nearly hitting Say’ri in the chin. “You know what I mean.”
Say’ri chews her lip as if in deep thought, but she only says, “A knight, would that I could serve you with all the more focus.”
Another elbowing, this time to the side of her jaw. A ridged outline like an embedded scale clips her skin, smarting more than she’ll admit. “You know what I mean.”
The chewing this time is not affected. It’s not as though she never dreamt, but she stored those dreams in neat compartments. Besides, in recent years they stopped resembling far-away clouds, instead taking the shape of the woman beside her now.
“I’ve wished I could pursue art with more vigor,” Say’ri admits, “But I would tire of standing still. Perhaps a wanderer, bound to no land. I would paint and map each new place and compete in their competitions. Swimming, arm wrestling…”
She stops herself there. More time to paint and swim is one thing, but a release from her loyalties is another. Her recent travels were not in such light circumstances.
“What of you?”
Tiki is silent for long enough that Say’ri assumes she’s asleep. It’s just as well; she’s already kept Tiki awake past the moon’s ascension. During the war, Say’ri would have insisted they both rest. Even if she tossed and turned while Tiki dreamt ill dreams, it was better than letting a soldier skewer their weary bodies. Self-preservation was mandatory for Chon’sin’s hope, not to mention the Voice that was the world’s hope, and the Tiki that was hers.
Duties never end, but an hour of sleep is no longer life or death.
Tiki’s continued silence convinces Say’ri she’s awake after all. In sleep, her wheezing resembles a mouse’s squeak.
“Was my question tactless?” Say’ri asks.
“If it was, I asked it first. I’m just thinking. Do you mean would I be a human, or a dragon without divinity, or a taguel…or am I to consider an occupation without knowing that?”
The childish urge to say you know what I mean beckons, but in truth Say’ri hadn’t considered it herself. “Ah. I had not meant to create complications.”
Yawning, Tiki wedges her elbow behind Say’ri’s neck. “Traveling sounds lovely,” she finally says. “I would go with you and befriend every person in the world.”
“Then you’d better stay a dragon, if you’d have the time to get to them all.”
With Say’ri’s head pinning her down, Tiki’s third nudging is ineffective.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Pairing: Say'ri/Tiki
Rating: G
Prompt: Sappho #17--when all night long/it pulls them down
Word Count: 462
Summary: Duties never end, but an hour of sleep is no longer life or death.
Note: This is my last fill for the Sappho prompt table challenge. Thanks to Phrenotobe for inspiring many of them and previewing all of them.
“If you could be anything besides a princess, what would you be?”
Only Tiki’s glowing yellow eyes allow Say’ri to make out Tiki’s head rested between her arms. “I assume queen and dynast are off the table?”
Tiki wriggles over to elbow her as best she can without changing positions, nearly hitting Say’ri in the chin. “You know what I mean.”
Say’ri chews her lip as if in deep thought, but she only says, “A knight, would that I could serve you with all the more focus.”
Another elbowing, this time to the side of her jaw. A ridged outline like an embedded scale clips her skin, smarting more than she’ll admit. “You know what I mean.”
The chewing this time is not affected. It’s not as though she never dreamt, but she stored those dreams in neat compartments. Besides, in recent years they stopped resembling far-away clouds, instead taking the shape of the woman beside her now.
“I’ve wished I could pursue art with more vigor,” Say’ri admits, “But I would tire of standing still. Perhaps a wanderer, bound to no land. I would paint and map each new place and compete in their competitions. Swimming, arm wrestling…”
She stops herself there. More time to paint and swim is one thing, but a release from her loyalties is another. Her recent travels were not in such light circumstances.
“What of you?”
Tiki is silent for long enough that Say’ri assumes she’s asleep. It’s just as well; she’s already kept Tiki awake past the moon’s ascension. During the war, Say’ri would have insisted they both rest. Even if she tossed and turned while Tiki dreamt ill dreams, it was better than letting a soldier skewer their weary bodies. Self-preservation was mandatory for Chon’sin’s hope, not to mention the Voice that was the world’s hope, and the Tiki that was hers.
Duties never end, but an hour of sleep is no longer life or death.
Tiki’s continued silence convinces Say’ri she’s awake after all. In sleep, her wheezing resembles a mouse’s squeak.
“Was my question tactless?” Say’ri asks.
“If it was, I asked it first. I’m just thinking. Do you mean would I be a human, or a dragon without divinity, or a taguel…or am I to consider an occupation without knowing that?”
The childish urge to say you know what I mean beckons, but in truth Say’ri hadn’t considered it herself. “Ah. I had not meant to create complications.”
Yawning, Tiki wedges her elbow behind Say’ri’s neck. “Traveling sounds lovely,” she finally says. “I would go with you and befriend every person in the world.”
“Then you’d better stay a dragon, if you’d have the time to get to them all.”
With Say’ri’s head pinning her down, Tiki’s third nudging is ineffective.