[Fire Emblem 7] Bloodless Blade
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runicloreBloodless Blade
By: Amber Michelle //![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myaru
Fandom: Fire Emblem 7
Characters: Lyn, Kent (barely)
Words: 595
Prompt:
A.) 1:00am
B.) How about a lack of food? (But if that won't work: raspberries.)
C.) Kent, Lyn (Fire Emblem 7)
I may have gotten the sequence of locations wrong, but oh well. Written for the food meme. It's taking me a while to get through these, but the fact that I'm writing fanfic at all is progress, I guess, depending on your point of view.
Gauntlet #5 (midnight has passed and she wakes) applies, almost literally!
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"Lady Lyndis--" Shadows engulfed their camp, made darker by silvery bits of moonlight that filtered through the leaves above, and Kent's disembodied voice came from the left, followed by the clearing of his throat and finally the ghost of his face as he stepped into a patch of moonlight. "Is something the matter?" The furrow in his brow made a long shadow. "You don't have to take a watch."
"Yes, I know." Lyn picked her way across the campsite. She'd dreamed of that night again: the twitch of yellow flames unfurling against the blackness of a moonless night, while she sat astride a horse that never seemed to get far enough away and her legs strained to jump down and go running back - she always wanted to go back. Dream Lyn didn't seem to feel the twisting, cramping muscles of her stomach or notice the bitter aftertaste of bile and poison in her mouth. Dream Lyn wanted to draw her sword, the blade that had never seen blood, and help her father. "I couldn't sleep." The night was too dim, she hoped, for him to notice her hunching shoulders, or the tremor in her legs that wouldn't go away. "This is Djute territory - it runs almost all the way to Bulgar. I've-- I haven't ever been through here without my father."
Kent appeared to believe what she said; he nodded, looking off to the south, where the trees were thinnest and the gray expanse of the grasslands was visible between the knotted trunks. Sain expelled a nasal snore behind them and rolled over, snapped a branch. She was close enough to see Kent roll his eyes when he turned back to her. "Which direction will they ride from?"
The copse smelled like rotting apricots and dust, the tang of fruit so strong it felt like syrup in Lyn's mouth when she breathed in. "They won't be that predictable if they decide to challenge us. Sometimes they don't..."
She wanted water to wash the taste out of her mouth, but they were running low and wouldn't reach the next well until tomorrow night if they kept their pace. There were apricots, Lyn supposed, looking up at the shadow canopy and the scalloped edge marking the barrier between their shade and the night sky. She would rather starve than eat one; they'd taste like mush, like wine that had gone rancid - the trees near the old Lorca campsite were stripped bare, first by the bandits and then by her own hands when that was all she had left: young fruit, overripe fruit, the ones stabbed by bird beaks and left to mold. After the attack it took two days to find another fruit-bearing tree, and a patch of raspberries - two days of sharp pain in her stomach and nothing but muddy water to drink.
The Djute had been rude to Lyn's father that day, ages ago, when they came through on their way to pay their respects to the Manni Katti. Naturally, their land would yield nothing but bitterness.
"I don't think I'll get any more sleep tonight, Kent." She looked over her shoulder at the gray lump of Sain's blankets and the twisted quilt of her own bedroll. The firepit they dug earlier was dark. "Call me immediately if you hear anything. I'll deal with them." With her blade, if necessary.
Kent's as you wish was too quiet to compete with her memories.
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By: Amber Michelle //
myaruFandom: Fire Emblem 7
Characters: Lyn, Kent (barely)
Words: 595
Prompt:
A.) 1:00am
B.) How about a lack of food? (But if that won't work: raspberries.)
C.) Kent, Lyn (Fire Emblem 7)
I may have gotten the sequence of locations wrong, but oh well. Written for the food meme. It's taking me a while to get through these, but the fact that I'm writing fanfic at all is progress, I guess, depending on your point of view.
Gauntlet #5 (midnight has passed and she wakes) applies, almost literally!
..........................................................................................
"Lady Lyndis--" Shadows engulfed their camp, made darker by silvery bits of moonlight that filtered through the leaves above, and Kent's disembodied voice came from the left, followed by the clearing of his throat and finally the ghost of his face as he stepped into a patch of moonlight. "Is something the matter?" The furrow in his brow made a long shadow. "You don't have to take a watch."
"Yes, I know." Lyn picked her way across the campsite. She'd dreamed of that night again: the twitch of yellow flames unfurling against the blackness of a moonless night, while she sat astride a horse that never seemed to get far enough away and her legs strained to jump down and go running back - she always wanted to go back. Dream Lyn didn't seem to feel the twisting, cramping muscles of her stomach or notice the bitter aftertaste of bile and poison in her mouth. Dream Lyn wanted to draw her sword, the blade that had never seen blood, and help her father. "I couldn't sleep." The night was too dim, she hoped, for him to notice her hunching shoulders, or the tremor in her legs that wouldn't go away. "This is Djute territory - it runs almost all the way to Bulgar. I've-- I haven't ever been through here without my father."
Kent appeared to believe what she said; he nodded, looking off to the south, where the trees were thinnest and the gray expanse of the grasslands was visible between the knotted trunks. Sain expelled a nasal snore behind them and rolled over, snapped a branch. She was close enough to see Kent roll his eyes when he turned back to her. "Which direction will they ride from?"
The copse smelled like rotting apricots and dust, the tang of fruit so strong it felt like syrup in Lyn's mouth when she breathed in. "They won't be that predictable if they decide to challenge us. Sometimes they don't..."
She wanted water to wash the taste out of her mouth, but they were running low and wouldn't reach the next well until tomorrow night if they kept their pace. There were apricots, Lyn supposed, looking up at the shadow canopy and the scalloped edge marking the barrier between their shade and the night sky. She would rather starve than eat one; they'd taste like mush, like wine that had gone rancid - the trees near the old Lorca campsite were stripped bare, first by the bandits and then by her own hands when that was all she had left: young fruit, overripe fruit, the ones stabbed by bird beaks and left to mold. After the attack it took two days to find another fruit-bearing tree, and a patch of raspberries - two days of sharp pain in her stomach and nothing but muddy water to drink.
The Djute had been rude to Lyn's father that day, ages ago, when they came through on their way to pay their respects to the Manni Katti. Naturally, their land would yield nothing but bitterness.
"I don't think I'll get any more sleep tonight, Kent." She looked over her shoulder at the gray lump of Sain's blankets and the twisted quilt of her own bedroll. The firepit they dug earlier was dark. "Call me immediately if you hear anything. I'll deal with them." With her blade, if necessary.
Kent's as you wish was too quiet to compete with her memories.
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Date: 2010-06-19 01:10 am (UTC)The descriptions of Lyn's memories mixed in with dream world elements are interesting to read.
I also like the little tidbits that really seem to bring the piece to life like the fact that Lyn had never been to this area without her father and that the Djute had been rude to her father. I think that it helps flesh out the scene nicely.
And I thought that your ending really wrapped up the scene nicely.
You have a couple typos. They're not bad, but I figured that I'd mention them. I assume that you intended "corpse and not "copse". "LThe Djute had"- I'm assuming that the "L" is a mistype.
Anyway, I enjoyed reading this. ^_^ And yay to see more fanfiction from you. :)
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Date: 2010-06-21 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 01:26 am (UTC)That's a term that I haven't heard before. Thank you for correcting me, Sacae. ^_^
Also, I'm sorry, Myaru. I'll try to keep my stupider comments to an absolute minimum.
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:11 am (UTC)Also, since
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Date: 2010-06-22 11:21 pm (UTC)I also could appreciate the difference between what really happened and then Dream Lyn, who was different...or at least, was immune to the things that the real Lyn suffered. That seems to align really well with how dreams work in real life-- we always feel differently when dreaming, even if we dream of a real place, a real person, or a real event. I can understand why Dream Lyn wanted to help her father, and why she didn't feel the effects of the poison.
Anyway, nice work! Keep writing and give yourself more credit! <333
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Date: 2010-06-23 09:12 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.