[Fire Emblem 9/10] Unfinished Business
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runicloreUnfinished Business
By: Amber Michelle
Prompt: languid
Character(s): Naesala (and Sanaki)
Words: 787
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misheard (original request post is here)
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"Are you sure about this?" Naesala turned his coat out across the pillows and squinted at the seams in the dim gold lamplight, chin propped on his hands and his elbows digging into the mattress. He'd heard something snap when the empress tried to yank it over his head. Normally he would blame it on her beorc habits - he had wings, and they complicated things when one wanted to undress, and he couldn't shed them whenever he liked as Lehran could; but she hadn't seemed to care his arms were still in his sleeves either. "We still have plenty of time."
"I'm sure I want to appear before my councilors dressed, yes," Sanaki said, voice muffled slightly. He heard her silk robe slither over her skin and saw it flip over the top of the screen in his peripheral vision. "You should do the same. I won't be held responsible if Sigrun tries to spit you on her lance when they come in for their rounds. I'm sure you deserve it."
"Probably." There. Naesala pinched the seam between his fingers. It was in the sleeve, just as he'd thought. He heard the empress shimmy into a petticoat behind the screen, heard her yank on the drawstrings and knot them. His feet hung over the end of her bed, and the posts hardly left room for his wings to move; he stretched them to either side, felt the muscles in his back twinge, and decided he would take her somewhere else next time they had a meeting like this - or at least to a room with a bigger bed. "Do you have a needle and thread?"
There was a pause, a stretch of several seconds which he wasn't sure had anything to do with whatever she was dressing in. Then Sanaki leaned out, curling her pale hand around the edge of the screen. Her hair fanned down like a purple curtain. "You're asking me?" Her eyes drifted, following his bare arms to his back, to the spread of his wings over her mattress, and lifted an eyebrow. "I thought that nonsense about men lazing around afterward was in jest."
Naesala pushed up, pulled his legs up, and tried to fold his wings without smacking the bedposts. "You ripped my coat, your majesty." He swept it up and tossed it at the screen. She disappeared with a squeak that shouldn't have been adorable in the slightest. "I've got my pants on. What more do you want?"
Sanaki appeared again, stepping over his coat, arms twisted behind her to button the dress. It was plain, white, and draped across her hips, gathered so the folds made his eyes linger there to follow the curves. "Ask when Sigrun comes in, and she'll find some thread for you."
He looked up-- at her face. "Need some help?"
Sanaki smiled, the line of her mouth slanted. "I need to keep it on, Naesala."
He compressed his wings against his back and used her arms as leverage to stand. "I can do that." He reached around her shoulders and brushed her hands away, pulled her hair over her shoulder. The buttons were tiny pearls of glass, probably also white, and the closures were tiny loops of silk cord. Her dress left bare an expanse of flesh wider than his hand. "Give them a piece of my mind for dragging you out at this time of night, will you?"
"Naturally." Her fingers worked on his arm, her nails a slight bite to the skin. "You'll still be here when I return, I hope?"
"I was planning on it." Naesala let her go when she stepped back and watched her twist her long hair into one of those beorc styles that looked twice as complicated as it actually was. She should leave it loose; it was silky, thick, shiny - it should be shown off. Tangles were nothing. He'd take care of that. "We're not finished yet, remember?"
Sanaki walked away, bent over her dressing table with one hand holding her hair up, found a pin for it, and looked at him in the mirror. "Twenty minutes."
"I give it ten before you start yelling."
Sanaki snorted and strode to the door. "It's so hard to find good help these days."
Yeah, it was. He wondered how long it would be before she called the old hands back and made all of this impossible.
She'd never forget her heron, but it worked out alright for him - he wouldn't forget about his either.
.
By: Amber Michelle
Prompt: languid
Character(s): Naesala (and Sanaki)
Words: 787
For:
misheard (original request post is here)......................................................
"Are you sure about this?" Naesala turned his coat out across the pillows and squinted at the seams in the dim gold lamplight, chin propped on his hands and his elbows digging into the mattress. He'd heard something snap when the empress tried to yank it over his head. Normally he would blame it on her beorc habits - he had wings, and they complicated things when one wanted to undress, and he couldn't shed them whenever he liked as Lehran could; but she hadn't seemed to care his arms were still in his sleeves either. "We still have plenty of time."
"I'm sure I want to appear before my councilors dressed, yes," Sanaki said, voice muffled slightly. He heard her silk robe slither over her skin and saw it flip over the top of the screen in his peripheral vision. "You should do the same. I won't be held responsible if Sigrun tries to spit you on her lance when they come in for their rounds. I'm sure you deserve it."
"Probably." There. Naesala pinched the seam between his fingers. It was in the sleeve, just as he'd thought. He heard the empress shimmy into a petticoat behind the screen, heard her yank on the drawstrings and knot them. His feet hung over the end of her bed, and the posts hardly left room for his wings to move; he stretched them to either side, felt the muscles in his back twinge, and decided he would take her somewhere else next time they had a meeting like this - or at least to a room with a bigger bed. "Do you have a needle and thread?"
There was a pause, a stretch of several seconds which he wasn't sure had anything to do with whatever she was dressing in. Then Sanaki leaned out, curling her pale hand around the edge of the screen. Her hair fanned down like a purple curtain. "You're asking me?" Her eyes drifted, following his bare arms to his back, to the spread of his wings over her mattress, and lifted an eyebrow. "I thought that nonsense about men lazing around afterward was in jest."
Naesala pushed up, pulled his legs up, and tried to fold his wings without smacking the bedposts. "You ripped my coat, your majesty." He swept it up and tossed it at the screen. She disappeared with a squeak that shouldn't have been adorable in the slightest. "I've got my pants on. What more do you want?"
Sanaki appeared again, stepping over his coat, arms twisted behind her to button the dress. It was plain, white, and draped across her hips, gathered so the folds made his eyes linger there to follow the curves. "Ask when Sigrun comes in, and she'll find some thread for you."
He looked up-- at her face. "Need some help?"
Sanaki smiled, the line of her mouth slanted. "I need to keep it on, Naesala."
He compressed his wings against his back and used her arms as leverage to stand. "I can do that." He reached around her shoulders and brushed her hands away, pulled her hair over her shoulder. The buttons were tiny pearls of glass, probably also white, and the closures were tiny loops of silk cord. Her dress left bare an expanse of flesh wider than his hand. "Give them a piece of my mind for dragging you out at this time of night, will you?"
"Naturally." Her fingers worked on his arm, her nails a slight bite to the skin. "You'll still be here when I return, I hope?"
"I was planning on it." Naesala let her go when she stepped back and watched her twist her long hair into one of those beorc styles that looked twice as complicated as it actually was. She should leave it loose; it was silky, thick, shiny - it should be shown off. Tangles were nothing. He'd take care of that. "We're not finished yet, remember?"
Sanaki walked away, bent over her dressing table with one hand holding her hair up, found a pin for it, and looked at him in the mirror. "Twenty minutes."
"I give it ten before you start yelling."
Sanaki snorted and strode to the door. "It's so hard to find good help these days."
Yeah, it was. He wondered how long it would be before she called the old hands back and made all of this impossible.
She'd never forget her heron, but it worked out alright for him - he wouldn't forget about his either.
.