[Fire Emblem 6] A Rare Smile
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runicloreA Rare Smile
Author: Amber Michelle
Rating: K
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 825
Prompt: FE6: Percival/Elphin: "There's rumors about us, you know. I find it quite amusing." "...That's the first time I've seen you smile in some time."
God, I'm sucking at titles with these warm-ups. I know that's not the point, BUT STILL.
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"Why do you insist on sleeping on the floor, Percival?"
Feathery softness tickled his cheek. He folded his hands behind his head and lay still, keeping his eyes closed so he wouldn't see his prince leaning over the edge of the cot with his arms folded on the edge, his hair dangling down to catch the dim moonlight-- he'd be tempted to stare, and granted, they had the privacy of his tent, but tent walls did not hide much. "You keep telling me I'm stubborn," he said, blowing the dangling hair out of his face. It fell to tickle his ear instead. "I suppose that would explain the anomaly."
A heavy, somewhat sharp sigh sounded above him. The cot's wooden frame creaked. "I'm cold."
Percival shifted on his blanket, felt the edge of a rock under his hip. Better than a tree root, but not ideal. "It's spring, and Sacae is about as temperate as the mainland gets this time of year." Cold. His prince had both of the extra blankets. Percival had a cloak. "You're always cold."
He heard a rustle-- then a pillow came down on his face and he heard a muffled insolent, I didn't train you to say no-- Percival pulled the pillow away and opened his eyes. The prince smelled of tea these days instead of roses, often the sweet, grassy chamomile the merchants collected as they traveled. Now his linens would remind him of Elphin even if he wasn't there to make demands.
Elphin frowned down at him. "Get up here."
Percival folded his cloak aside and sat up. He couldn't let Elphin make a face like that. "It'll be cramped--" But his prince grabbed him by the shirt laces and ignored the warning, pulling him up with a murmured command to bring the blanket and the cloak with him - and not to forget the pillow. Percival shook dust and bits of grass from the covers and draped them over the cot before he rose and sat down, his back to the prince for the moment. "It would be more convincing if we were already in Ilia."
"There have been rumors about our association since the Western Isles," Elphin said. His slim hand waved in Percival's peripheral vision. "And none of them come close to the truth, I'll have you know. Any bard worth his salt would seek patronage with a rich Etrurian house. Even better if the lord is well-known and prone to having adventures."
"Hmm." Percival often forgot he had a family, much less a name; he had little enough to do with them - his mother, his cousins, Klein being the exception. None of that would matter to the common soldier, of course. What did they know of House politics? Percival wedged himself under the blankets, the edge of the cot pressing into his back. It was warm, despite what his prince claimed. "Let me guess, these rumors have me wrapped around your dexterous finger like a pretty ribbon?"
This close, Elphin's chuckle vibrated on his ear, against his arm where it sounded deep in his chest. His prince urged him to take more space, shushed his protests, and squirmed his way onto Percival's chest. "There, see? There's plenty of space." Elphin's smile was narrow-eyed and curled at the corners, satisfied. "It's quite the opposite, according to our allies. They say you make me sing for favors, strip for your pleasure, and-- and the rest is rather vulgar. I'll let your imagination fill the gaps."
His imagination didn't have to work very hard to fill in those gaps when the prince covered him like a blanket, heavy, warm, thinner than he should be, tangling their legs together and locking their ankles. "You're smiling," Percival said, stretching his hands over Elphin's back, running them down the slender sides. He felt ribs, could have counted them; the bones of his hips jutted out into the skin where they should have been softened by flesh. A year hadn't been enough to heal him completely. It felt like his prince would break if Percival squeezed too hard. "I haven't seen you smile since..."
Elphin's fingers stroked his face, rested on his lips to silence him. When they met again on the bridge at Misul, when they first laid eyes on each other-- his prince had smiled, and it said everything: I've missed you. I'm so glad to see you. Perhaps those meanings didn't really exist, and they were just a fantasy Percival constructed for himself; Elphin - Mildain bent his head down to kiss the corner of his mouth, his lips soft and his breath hot on Percival's throat. It didn't matter. Only the present mattered, and he wouldn't neglect it.
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Author: Amber Michelle
Rating: K
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 825
Prompt: FE6: Percival/Elphin: "There's rumors about us, you know. I find it quite amusing." "...That's the first time I've seen you smile in some time."
God, I'm sucking at titles with these warm-ups. I know that's not the point, BUT STILL.
................................................................
"Why do you insist on sleeping on the floor, Percival?"
Feathery softness tickled his cheek. He folded his hands behind his head and lay still, keeping his eyes closed so he wouldn't see his prince leaning over the edge of the cot with his arms folded on the edge, his hair dangling down to catch the dim moonlight-- he'd be tempted to stare, and granted, they had the privacy of his tent, but tent walls did not hide much. "You keep telling me I'm stubborn," he said, blowing the dangling hair out of his face. It fell to tickle his ear instead. "I suppose that would explain the anomaly."
A heavy, somewhat sharp sigh sounded above him. The cot's wooden frame creaked. "I'm cold."
Percival shifted on his blanket, felt the edge of a rock under his hip. Better than a tree root, but not ideal. "It's spring, and Sacae is about as temperate as the mainland gets this time of year." Cold. His prince had both of the extra blankets. Percival had a cloak. "You're always cold."
He heard a rustle-- then a pillow came down on his face and he heard a muffled insolent, I didn't train you to say no-- Percival pulled the pillow away and opened his eyes. The prince smelled of tea these days instead of roses, often the sweet, grassy chamomile the merchants collected as they traveled. Now his linens would remind him of Elphin even if he wasn't there to make demands.
Elphin frowned down at him. "Get up here."
Percival folded his cloak aside and sat up. He couldn't let Elphin make a face like that. "It'll be cramped--" But his prince grabbed him by the shirt laces and ignored the warning, pulling him up with a murmured command to bring the blanket and the cloak with him - and not to forget the pillow. Percival shook dust and bits of grass from the covers and draped them over the cot before he rose and sat down, his back to the prince for the moment. "It would be more convincing if we were already in Ilia."
"There have been rumors about our association since the Western Isles," Elphin said. His slim hand waved in Percival's peripheral vision. "And none of them come close to the truth, I'll have you know. Any bard worth his salt would seek patronage with a rich Etrurian house. Even better if the lord is well-known and prone to having adventures."
"Hmm." Percival often forgot he had a family, much less a name; he had little enough to do with them - his mother, his cousins, Klein being the exception. None of that would matter to the common soldier, of course. What did they know of House politics? Percival wedged himself under the blankets, the edge of the cot pressing into his back. It was warm, despite what his prince claimed. "Let me guess, these rumors have me wrapped around your dexterous finger like a pretty ribbon?"
This close, Elphin's chuckle vibrated on his ear, against his arm where it sounded deep in his chest. His prince urged him to take more space, shushed his protests, and squirmed his way onto Percival's chest. "There, see? There's plenty of space." Elphin's smile was narrow-eyed and curled at the corners, satisfied. "It's quite the opposite, according to our allies. They say you make me sing for favors, strip for your pleasure, and-- and the rest is rather vulgar. I'll let your imagination fill the gaps."
His imagination didn't have to work very hard to fill in those gaps when the prince covered him like a blanket, heavy, warm, thinner than he should be, tangling their legs together and locking their ankles. "You're smiling," Percival said, stretching his hands over Elphin's back, running them down the slender sides. He felt ribs, could have counted them; the bones of his hips jutted out into the skin where they should have been softened by flesh. A year hadn't been enough to heal him completely. It felt like his prince would break if Percival squeezed too hard. "I haven't seen you smile since..."
Elphin's fingers stroked his face, rested on his lips to silence him. When they met again on the bridge at Misul, when they first laid eyes on each other-- his prince had smiled, and it said everything: I've missed you. I'm so glad to see you. Perhaps those meanings didn't really exist, and they were just a fantasy Percival constructed for himself; Elphin - Mildain bent his head down to kiss the corner of his mouth, his lips soft and his breath hot on Percival's throat. It didn't matter. Only the present mattered, and he wouldn't neglect it.
...
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Date: 2009-11-15 01:20 pm (UTC)Thank you. <3
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Date: 2009-11-18 07:18 am (UTC)Aww,w this reminded me why I love these guys and made me feel all warm and stuff.
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Date: 2009-11-18 01:10 pm (UTC)Good, I'm glad! Since it was your request and all~