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runicloreEdge of the World
Author: Amber Michelle
Day/Theme: December 26 - I don’t think I’m scared of anything except happiness.
Series: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Characters: Soren, Ike
Rating: K
Words: 735
Warnings: gen gen gen gen gen.
Notes: I cannot write these two to save my life.
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"This is the wolf queen's mark," Soren said, brushing the rock with his fingertips. "The end of Tellius." The gritty, pitted texture was worked smooth in the grooves of the rune for 'ending' they'd carved-- with magic, surely, because it was too perfect. Sand hadn't yet scratched the glassy marks, though nearly two years had passed since they came to Tellius. "Why here, though, and not in the stone corridor..." Wind snatched at the ends of his hair and ruffled through the layers of his robe. Heat curled up in the folds and hid, soaked into his hair, dried and scorched his nose and hands. Ike was turning a nice golden brown under the sun, but even without a mirror Soren knew he was turning pink and red, and peeling like an onion.
"There's shade over there," Ike said, sidestepping closer and drawing Soren's gaze with a tug on his hair. "Past the broken columns. I think there's a door - a building. Looks dark, anyway."
"It looks like a promenade." A jagged fragment of wall at his back radiated heat, and the remains of two gateposts sat further along, beckoning, and beyond them the broken columns Ike mentioned. Soren was too short, or the wall still too tall, for him to see what else lay beyond.
Ike heaved Soren's pack onto his shoulder, muttered that he'd brought too many damned books. "Anything is better than the open desert. I'd kiss Ashera for some shelter."
Soren frowned, a sour taste in his mouth, and said he would take the windblown sands any day. They hiked to the gate posts, Ike sinking into the sand with every step, and a hot wind from the dunes pushed them through and showered Soren with sand that gritted between his collar and his skin, between his teeth. The building past the courtyard might have been two or three stories in its heyday; his mind completed the shapes, reinvented the frame of the building and labeled with with a likely time period and provenance. This was Zunanma-made, but the language carved on the lintels and around the columns was the language of magic, the goddess, and laguz. All that remained of the upper floors appeared to be the facade, and the shape of one window - an arch.
"Maybe it was a wayfarers' house," he said, approaching the door. It was tall enough for Ike, wide enough for wings, but that could have meant a pair of doubled doors had stood here once upon a time. Nothing remained to hint at it, not even a hinge. Reflected light cast the illusion of open space inside. "I don't know how safe it is, though."
"It's shade," Ike said, shrugging. Their packs rattled. "Want to go inside?"
Soren sighed and looked up at the facade. His skin was stinging; sweat soaked the inside of his robes. This place squeezed him like a sponge, and he knew Ike had to have it worse because he was wearing armor. "It looks like it's going to fall down any minute."
A pebble shook loose from the top of the walls, as if to illustrate his point. Ike grinned, laughing very softly - or maybe it was just drowned out by the wind. The face of the rocks they hiked over to reach this place, like a pile of stones dropped into the sand by some cosmic hand, blotted out half the sky to one side. On the other, Soren knew, was nothing but open sand for a long while. Nailah had warned them about this stretch, and it looked every bit as awful as she'd claimed. No water, no shade; a string of rocky buttes that stretched and trailed like spines in the sand.
"You know I won't let anything happen to you."
Ike's hand was heavy on his shoulder, and too warm, but Soren didn't shrug it off. "I'm not afraid," he said, looking down at the sand. Not for himself, anyway. Not about a building falling on him, or the sun shriveling him like a raisin.
Ike dropped his hand, stepped over the rubble and through the doorway. "Then let's go." His voice echoed.
Soren reached for his outstretched hand and followed.
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Author: Amber Michelle
Day/Theme: December 26 - I don’t think I’m scared of anything except happiness.
Series: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Characters: Soren, Ike
Rating: K
Words: 735
Warnings: gen gen gen gen gen.
Notes: I cannot write these two to save my life.
....................................................................
"This is the wolf queen's mark," Soren said, brushing the rock with his fingertips. "The end of Tellius." The gritty, pitted texture was worked smooth in the grooves of the rune for 'ending' they'd carved-- with magic, surely, because it was too perfect. Sand hadn't yet scratched the glassy marks, though nearly two years had passed since they came to Tellius. "Why here, though, and not in the stone corridor..." Wind snatched at the ends of his hair and ruffled through the layers of his robe. Heat curled up in the folds and hid, soaked into his hair, dried and scorched his nose and hands. Ike was turning a nice golden brown under the sun, but even without a mirror Soren knew he was turning pink and red, and peeling like an onion.
"There's shade over there," Ike said, sidestepping closer and drawing Soren's gaze with a tug on his hair. "Past the broken columns. I think there's a door - a building. Looks dark, anyway."
"It looks like a promenade." A jagged fragment of wall at his back radiated heat, and the remains of two gateposts sat further along, beckoning, and beyond them the broken columns Ike mentioned. Soren was too short, or the wall still too tall, for him to see what else lay beyond.
Ike heaved Soren's pack onto his shoulder, muttered that he'd brought too many damned books. "Anything is better than the open desert. I'd kiss Ashera for some shelter."
Soren frowned, a sour taste in his mouth, and said he would take the windblown sands any day. They hiked to the gate posts, Ike sinking into the sand with every step, and a hot wind from the dunes pushed them through and showered Soren with sand that gritted between his collar and his skin, between his teeth. The building past the courtyard might have been two or three stories in its heyday; his mind completed the shapes, reinvented the frame of the building and labeled with with a likely time period and provenance. This was Zunanma-made, but the language carved on the lintels and around the columns was the language of magic, the goddess, and laguz. All that remained of the upper floors appeared to be the facade, and the shape of one window - an arch.
"Maybe it was a wayfarers' house," he said, approaching the door. It was tall enough for Ike, wide enough for wings, but that could have meant a pair of doubled doors had stood here once upon a time. Nothing remained to hint at it, not even a hinge. Reflected light cast the illusion of open space inside. "I don't know how safe it is, though."
"It's shade," Ike said, shrugging. Their packs rattled. "Want to go inside?"
Soren sighed and looked up at the facade. His skin was stinging; sweat soaked the inside of his robes. This place squeezed him like a sponge, and he knew Ike had to have it worse because he was wearing armor. "It looks like it's going to fall down any minute."
A pebble shook loose from the top of the walls, as if to illustrate his point. Ike grinned, laughing very softly - or maybe it was just drowned out by the wind. The face of the rocks they hiked over to reach this place, like a pile of stones dropped into the sand by some cosmic hand, blotted out half the sky to one side. On the other, Soren knew, was nothing but open sand for a long while. Nailah had warned them about this stretch, and it looked every bit as awful as she'd claimed. No water, no shade; a string of rocky buttes that stretched and trailed like spines in the sand.
"You know I won't let anything happen to you."
Ike's hand was heavy on his shoulder, and too warm, but Soren didn't shrug it off. "I'm not afraid," he said, looking down at the sand. Not for himself, anyway. Not about a building falling on him, or the sun shriveling him like a raisin.
Ike dropped his hand, stepped over the rubble and through the doorway. "Then let's go." His voice echoed.
Soren reached for his outstretched hand and followed.
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