[Fire Emblem 10] Tomorrow

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Tomorrow
Author: Amber Michelle // myaru
Words: 595
Gauntlet Theme: 6 - wetting, wetting, wetting my sleeves

Commentfic prompt:
Fire Emblem 10, Boyd/Mist, the long way home



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It was when they crossed the Crimean border that the trip from Sienne stretched behind Mist like a timeline in a book, stretching back to ancient times and illustrated with numbers and eras she was never able to memorize. The days had moved so quickly when they marched to Begnion the first time with the Laguz army, and she'd wished it would stop for just five minutes when they were running from the Central Army-- and then what did they do but go back to Begnion, first to help the deposed Apostle, and then to bring down a goddess. She'd wished her father were with them when they met Ashera - wished for the first time in two years that he would come up behind her and clap his big hand on her shoulder, because it was a goddess they were fighting, not a fat senator or a soulless doll - a goddess.

She didn't want to lose Ike too. If their dad had been there, fighting beside him--

Then Boyd had taken her hand and squeezed, pulled his axe from its harness, and went to stand next to her brother. It was like he read her mind.

He was doing that a lot, lately. He would appear to help with the laundry just when her back was twinging and she was thinking of asking Titania to lend a hand; he'd show up with wood gathered and cut for the cooking fire before she realized they needed it. Two days ago he showed up at her tent before breakfast and told her to stay in bed, because Oscar would do the cooking and she needed rest - there were shadows under her eyes, and don't think he hadn't noticed.

He took her hand again when they passed the ruined gate standing between Begnion and Crimea. The others talked behind them; Titania and Rhys talked about when they first met, and Gatrie was telling someone - probably Shinon - about a girl he met in the holy capitol. She heard the wing beats of pegusi above her head, saw their shadows fly across the grass, over the ruins of the fort the Central Army burned down on its way to Gallia - Queen Elincia, Marcia, and two of the Apostle's holy guard. Harnesses jingled, wagon wheels creaked, mold and pollen tickled her nose, and Boyd kept his fingers laced with hers, axe handle banging on his back, her healing staff dangling from her belt and slapping his thigh. Grass tickled her legs.

Another two weeks of walking stood between them and home. Mist wanted to sit down in the waving grass and sleep the two weeks away; she wanted to wake up in the morning and see the ceiling of her old bedroom with the cracks in the plaster that looked like they traced out the shape of Daein on the map, and the yellow calico curtains she made from one of her mother's old dresses when moths got into the chest and ate holes into the bodice. If Ike decided to stay after all, he and Boyd would chop wood outside that window and argue about what jobs to take when their money ran out, and then Titania would drill them like she always did--

But he wasn't going to stay. Nobody else knew yet.

He'd never haul wood with Boyd again.

She squeezed Boyd's hand as hard as she could, and thought, tomorrow I'll tell him - tomorrow. But not today.


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Comments

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Ooh, this is a nice snippet. Actually, that always bugged me a bit. I love the idea of Ike and Soren running off to have an endless honeymoon, but in POR Ike swore he'd never leave her after Greil's death, so it's kinda D:

My theory was that Ike was tired of wars and figured the only way to escape getting in ANOTHER one was to go away. Or a Frodo-esque THE RING IS GONE, SO NOW I LEAVE THIS PLACE.

(At least Soren goes with Ike. Sam stays with Rosie who got all of two sentences character development.)