[Fire Emblem] Scars
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Author: Amber Michelle
Challenge: 04 – Recurrence
Word Count: 493/500
Game: Radiant Dawn
Warnings: I think this devolved into angst.
I'm not going to use this for the challenge, so up it goes.
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Sanaki went to Daein when the winter holidays came, because she knew Micaiah would feel guilty for making a journey to Sienne. They hadn't seen each other in two years. The sky between Nevassa and her capitol was thick with messengers. Sanaki's first gesture of good will between their countries was to advise her sister on ruling practices; books were hopelessly inadequate, and there was no time to read when reconstruction was as pressing a need as it was in Daein.
"You've done well," Sanaki said, her eyes on the window in Micaiah's room and the vista of the city stretching below in tiers of lights. "In another year there should be no sign of the war."
Micaiah pressed her hands to the glass. "I wish it wouldn't take so long."
Sanaki watched her reflection. Her silver hair shined brightly enough in the lamplight to dim the city beyond. "These things don't happen quickly. Not when the land is scarred this deeply."
This was her second winter in Daein. She'd thought it would be easier to bear the holiday behind someone else's walls, but while the place didn't hide any memories in its shadows, Micaiah was a reminder in her own way, of everything that would have made her worthy, if only she had it. Just one thing - the brand, or the voice. If she were a true Apostle, he wouldn't have awakened the goddess. He as much as said so.
Her nails caught on the window frame. It was such a stupid thing to dwell on, but she remembered it at the most awkward times; at a ceremony, while attending an official dinner, sometimes walking down a hall or path they strolled together every day.
He never left her side. Every solstice he took her to Persis, away from the crowds of the capitol, to enjoy the holiday in peace. His gifts were small, but she wore them: the ruby earrings, the gold band on her middle finger, the bracelet of flower-shaped links. Their reflection gleamed in the glass, adding their light to the stars of the capitol.
"You have to stop this," Micaiah said. Her unmarked hand covered the ring. "It will pass more quickly if you stop thinking about it so much."
Sanaki let her other hand drop to her side. "That's easy to say. It's only been two years." A sour taste filled her mouth. Only two years-- she would mourn a real death more quickly, but this, the waiting--
She twisted the gem hanging from her neck. It was his, a sacred object for a dead goddess, and incompatible with practically everything she wore. She should put it away. That would be healthier - but she'd only go back to look at it, again and again.
Her sister squeezed her hand. "These things don't happen quickly. I know."
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Maybe I'll work with it in December. Right now it's not doing anything new or interesting.
Hello again, writer's block. :D
Author: Amber Michelle
Challenge: 04 – Recurrence
Word Count: 493/500
Game: Radiant Dawn
Warnings: I think this devolved into angst.
I'm not going to use this for the challenge, so up it goes.
......................................
Sanaki went to Daein when the winter holidays came, because she knew Micaiah would feel guilty for making a journey to Sienne. They hadn't seen each other in two years. The sky between Nevassa and her capitol was thick with messengers. Sanaki's first gesture of good will between their countries was to advise her sister on ruling practices; books were hopelessly inadequate, and there was no time to read when reconstruction was as pressing a need as it was in Daein.
"You've done well," Sanaki said, her eyes on the window in Micaiah's room and the vista of the city stretching below in tiers of lights. "In another year there should be no sign of the war."
Micaiah pressed her hands to the glass. "I wish it wouldn't take so long."
Sanaki watched her reflection. Her silver hair shined brightly enough in the lamplight to dim the city beyond. "These things don't happen quickly. Not when the land is scarred this deeply."
This was her second winter in Daein. She'd thought it would be easier to bear the holiday behind someone else's walls, but while the place didn't hide any memories in its shadows, Micaiah was a reminder in her own way, of everything that would have made her worthy, if only she had it. Just one thing - the brand, or the voice. If she were a true Apostle, he wouldn't have awakened the goddess. He as much as said so.
Her nails caught on the window frame. It was such a stupid thing to dwell on, but she remembered it at the most awkward times; at a ceremony, while attending an official dinner, sometimes walking down a hall or path they strolled together every day.
He never left her side. Every solstice he took her to Persis, away from the crowds of the capitol, to enjoy the holiday in peace. His gifts were small, but she wore them: the ruby earrings, the gold band on her middle finger, the bracelet of flower-shaped links. Their reflection gleamed in the glass, adding their light to the stars of the capitol.
"You have to stop this," Micaiah said. Her unmarked hand covered the ring. "It will pass more quickly if you stop thinking about it so much."
Sanaki let her other hand drop to her side. "That's easy to say. It's only been two years." A sour taste filled her mouth. Only two years-- she would mourn a real death more quickly, but this, the waiting--
She twisted the gem hanging from her neck. It was his, a sacred object for a dead goddess, and incompatible with practically everything she wore. She should put it away. That would be healthier - but she'd only go back to look at it, again and again.
Her sister squeezed her hand. "These things don't happen quickly. I know."
.............................................
Maybe I'll work with it in December. Right now it's not doing anything new or interesting.
Hello again, writer's block. :D
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Date: 2008-11-21 05:29 am (UTC)The problem is that I always have Sanaki angsting over Sephiran post-game. I need to give her something else to think about, and yet she would be bothered by it in private, so...
There aren't many people who like either Sanaki or Micaiah, it seems. I can see why, objectively, but surely more than two or three people in the fandom liked them at some point.