[Fire Emblem 10] Amnesty
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runicloreAmnesty
By: Amber Michelle
Rating: K
Pairing: Lehran/Sanaki
Fandom: Fire Emblem 9/10
Theme: 6 - the space between dream and reality
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 1108
Disclaimer: Fire Emblem is copyrighted by Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. I'm not getting any money out of this, just satisfaction~
Prompt(s):
30_Kisses - #6, the space between dream and reality
Gauntlet theme - 6 - I am two fools, I know
Commentfic - Fire Emblem 10, Sephiran & Sanaki, “I refuse to think of you as an enemy.”
Note: part of the Bloodline series of (mostly) canon storylines.
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"Well then, Lady Sanaki - the meeting is over. Have you made a decision?"
She stiffened; her back tensed, first near her waist, then seized all the way up to her shoulders. The way he said it, one would think the matter didn't involve him at all. "Are you so eager to be punished?"
Some would call her insane to keep her back turned to Sephiran now that he'd revealed his treachery; he'd emerged from the battles atop the Tower unscathed thanks to Micaiah, and afterward stated with no apparent remorse that the Judgment was just, and overturning it was not a sign of strength, but of folly. I concede your point on the harm of innocents, he'd said, and then with more nerve than Sanaki thought he deserved to show, he added but none here share that quality, and you will be hard-pressed to find a child of either race who has not chanted a rhyme condemning the other.
Except you. You, Sanaki.
He even had the nerve to continue using her name. Was there a punishment suitable for that?
"You said you wouldn't forgive me," Sephiran said behind her. The window cast her shadow backward, so she didn't know how close he was; his reflection in the glass was blurry, a pale ghost against the brighter green leaves of the maples. Perhaps his sharp eyes caught the direction of her reflected gaze, for he'd averted his, and stood with his hands at his sides. His hair hung heavy, shining - wet, smelling strongly of herbs and honey. "I assumed--"
"You assumed wrong. It's a bad habit of yours." Sanaki wanted to open the window and let in a breath of air, but the clear blue sky and bright afternoon light were a sham; if she opened it even a crack, the chill would make icicles of both of them. It was so hot, like he was the sun at her back. "I most certainly will not forgive you for your ill-advised attempt at suicide, but considering the circumstances of your defection, and the ultimate demise of the senators who actually tried to kill me, I think you'll be allowed to live. Since you wanted to die so badly, some are of the opinion that's enough."
His laugh came to her ears soft, but short, of the sarcastic variety. "Mercy for the misguided?"
Sanaki thought she might throw something at him, if only she had a suitable object at hand - a book, a pillow, something that wouldn't break. Sometimes looking at his face, even indirectly, in a reflection, made tears flood her eyes and ruin her composure; other times, during the past few days, he would remark on the airs of a certain nobleman or quote a play they'd both enjoyed, and they were in the past again, just Sephiran and Sanaki, strolling under the cherry trees and comparing important bits of gossip. She would feel his hand around hers, the warmth of his arm when she leaned her head against his shoulder, hear the soft tone of his voice reminding her she had lessons to finish. When they reached a set of steps, a stair, he would take her hand or her arm and lead her up like a gentleman, then kiss her knuckles afterward.
All those smiles. All of those gestures, laughs, encouragements-- he said they weren't lies. He promised. He even looked sincere when he said it, but hadn't he always appeared that way?
She watched his approach in the glass and didn't quite believe it until he was at her side, still a head taller, his body very warm against her arm. "They were heretics of the most disgusting kind." Sephiran took her hand, folded it over his fingers, spoke to it instead of looking her in the eye. His words came in puffs of breath upon her knuckles. "I would have killed them with my own hands if circumstances had allowed, but I must be satisfied simply with knowing they are dead." He stroked her fingers, his lips whitening when he pressed them together. "My actions in that regard would have been the same no matter which side you chose. I'm sorry she used them - I argued against it, but she--"
Sanaki shook her head, and he fell silent. His hand was warm as always, almost hot, and soft. "That isn't what decided the issue."
He drew back slightly and his hold on her hand tightened. "It's... decided?"
She almost smiled at the hesitation. "Maybe." The next month would be full of opportunities to tease him, so she refrained. "You didn't attack me."
Sephiran said nothing. His hair shifted, still heavy and damp against his back, but the blue shimmer of its highlights drew her eye whenever he moved his head. Sanaki wished she'd never noticed it - how beautiful he was, how graceful. What terrible traits to recognize in a traitor when custom demanded she shun him at every opportunity. Sigrun and the others would have no problem; they pretended not to see him when he answered her calls, though to a woman their hands rested on some weapon - if not a sword, than a dagger, and their spears were not ornamental. Sanaki saw his eyes slide from side to side when he passed them. But could she give him the same treatment?
His lips brushed her hand. "I swore never to harm you," he said. Hair parted from the curtain on his back, slid around his shoulder. "I said I would destroy the senate. I promised to free Kilvas for you."
Sanaki stared at their hands, her peach skin against his delicate white. "Your methods leave something to be desired."
"I will attempt to rectify that problem, if you will allow."
"Only if you promise to be good." She confronted his pale green eyes, curling her fingers around his hand for the first time. "Otherwise I'll clap you in irons and ignore everyone's opinions." Sephiran smiled and said nothing, and that was also reminiscent of the way things used to be. Sanaki tried to quell the warmth that spread through her chest and sighed. "Idiot. I can't let you out of my sight, can I?"
Sephiran's laugh was deep and resonant. "I won't leave your side," he said, his smile fading, a ghost on his lips. "That, I promise."
Sanaki turned back to the window and tried to pretend her heart wasn't fluttering.
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By: Amber Michelle
Rating: K
Pairing: Lehran/Sanaki
Fandom: Fire Emblem 9/10
Theme: 6 - the space between dream and reality
Warnings: n/a
Word count: 1108
Disclaimer: Fire Emblem is copyrighted by Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. I'm not getting any money out of this, just satisfaction~
Prompt(s):
30_Kisses - #6, the space between dream and reality
Gauntlet theme - 6 - I am two fools, I know
Commentfic - Fire Emblem 10, Sephiran & Sanaki, “I refuse to think of you as an enemy.”
Note: part of the Bloodline series of (mostly) canon storylines.
....................................................................................
"Well then, Lady Sanaki - the meeting is over. Have you made a decision?"
She stiffened; her back tensed, first near her waist, then seized all the way up to her shoulders. The way he said it, one would think the matter didn't involve him at all. "Are you so eager to be punished?"
Some would call her insane to keep her back turned to Sephiran now that he'd revealed his treachery; he'd emerged from the battles atop the Tower unscathed thanks to Micaiah, and afterward stated with no apparent remorse that the Judgment was just, and overturning it was not a sign of strength, but of folly. I concede your point on the harm of innocents, he'd said, and then with more nerve than Sanaki thought he deserved to show, he added but none here share that quality, and you will be hard-pressed to find a child of either race who has not chanted a rhyme condemning the other.
Except you. You, Sanaki.
He even had the nerve to continue using her name. Was there a punishment suitable for that?
"You said you wouldn't forgive me," Sephiran said behind her. The window cast her shadow backward, so she didn't know how close he was; his reflection in the glass was blurry, a pale ghost against the brighter green leaves of the maples. Perhaps his sharp eyes caught the direction of her reflected gaze, for he'd averted his, and stood with his hands at his sides. His hair hung heavy, shining - wet, smelling strongly of herbs and honey. "I assumed--"
"You assumed wrong. It's a bad habit of yours." Sanaki wanted to open the window and let in a breath of air, but the clear blue sky and bright afternoon light were a sham; if she opened it even a crack, the chill would make icicles of both of them. It was so hot, like he was the sun at her back. "I most certainly will not forgive you for your ill-advised attempt at suicide, but considering the circumstances of your defection, and the ultimate demise of the senators who actually tried to kill me, I think you'll be allowed to live. Since you wanted to die so badly, some are of the opinion that's enough."
His laugh came to her ears soft, but short, of the sarcastic variety. "Mercy for the misguided?"
Sanaki thought she might throw something at him, if only she had a suitable object at hand - a book, a pillow, something that wouldn't break. Sometimes looking at his face, even indirectly, in a reflection, made tears flood her eyes and ruin her composure; other times, during the past few days, he would remark on the airs of a certain nobleman or quote a play they'd both enjoyed, and they were in the past again, just Sephiran and Sanaki, strolling under the cherry trees and comparing important bits of gossip. She would feel his hand around hers, the warmth of his arm when she leaned her head against his shoulder, hear the soft tone of his voice reminding her she had lessons to finish. When they reached a set of steps, a stair, he would take her hand or her arm and lead her up like a gentleman, then kiss her knuckles afterward.
All those smiles. All of those gestures, laughs, encouragements-- he said they weren't lies. He promised. He even looked sincere when he said it, but hadn't he always appeared that way?
She watched his approach in the glass and didn't quite believe it until he was at her side, still a head taller, his body very warm against her arm. "They were heretics of the most disgusting kind." Sephiran took her hand, folded it over his fingers, spoke to it instead of looking her in the eye. His words came in puffs of breath upon her knuckles. "I would have killed them with my own hands if circumstances had allowed, but I must be satisfied simply with knowing they are dead." He stroked her fingers, his lips whitening when he pressed them together. "My actions in that regard would have been the same no matter which side you chose. I'm sorry she used them - I argued against it, but she--"
Sanaki shook her head, and he fell silent. His hand was warm as always, almost hot, and soft. "That isn't what decided the issue."
He drew back slightly and his hold on her hand tightened. "It's... decided?"
She almost smiled at the hesitation. "Maybe." The next month would be full of opportunities to tease him, so she refrained. "You didn't attack me."
Sephiran said nothing. His hair shifted, still heavy and damp against his back, but the blue shimmer of its highlights drew her eye whenever he moved his head. Sanaki wished she'd never noticed it - how beautiful he was, how graceful. What terrible traits to recognize in a traitor when custom demanded she shun him at every opportunity. Sigrun and the others would have no problem; they pretended not to see him when he answered her calls, though to a woman their hands rested on some weapon - if not a sword, than a dagger, and their spears were not ornamental. Sanaki saw his eyes slide from side to side when he passed them. But could she give him the same treatment?
His lips brushed her hand. "I swore never to harm you," he said. Hair parted from the curtain on his back, slid around his shoulder. "I said I would destroy the senate. I promised to free Kilvas for you."
Sanaki stared at their hands, her peach skin against his delicate white. "Your methods leave something to be desired."
"I will attempt to rectify that problem, if you will allow."
"Only if you promise to be good." She confronted his pale green eyes, curling her fingers around his hand for the first time. "Otherwise I'll clap you in irons and ignore everyone's opinions." Sephiran smiled and said nothing, and that was also reminiscent of the way things used to be. Sanaki tried to quell the warmth that spread through her chest and sighed. "Idiot. I can't let you out of my sight, can I?"
Sephiran's laugh was deep and resonant. "I won't leave your side," he said, his smile fading, a ghost on his lips. "That, I promise."
Sanaki turned back to the window and tried to pretend her heart wasn't fluttering.
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Date: 2009-12-17 04:07 am (UTC)