[Fire Emblem] One Little Slip
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runicloreOne Little Slip
Author: Amber Michelle
Gauntlet Theme: 26 - this is why we can't have nice things
Series: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Characters: Micaiah, Sanaki
Rating: T
Words: 898
Notes: actually inspired by a comment!fic prompt, but it doesn't really fit the request. No real redeeming quality here - just an attempt to get myself into a writing mood so I can finish my Spring Kink stuff for the day.
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Micaiah made herself stand still while the empress stared at her, locking her knees and digging her heels into the double-layered rugs in Sanaki's office, where the morning light was still dim and blue through the west-facing window. A large oak desk sat between them on legs appearing squat for how thick they were, how intricately carved with vines, the polished surface wide enough for both of them to sleep side-by-side with room to spare. The chair looked heavy and monolithic too, carved with flowers, upholstered in dark red, the back two heads taller than the empress herself. Micaiah let her hands clasp in front of her, hoped the knuckles didn't whiten - they cracked, and she twisted her fingers.
"Um." Having Sothe at her back would have made this easier. Micaiah cleared her throat. "You must have heard I made plans to stay a little longer." The empress nodded with a sway of her indigo bangs, and she wondered why it didn't turn into a frown. Everything was carefully blank - the desktop, the tea table, the other girl's expression. "I'm not sure I was thinking straight when I made the promise, but I can't back out of it now. Pelleas said he would return to Daein ahead of me."
Sanaki's fingers drummed once on the desktop, a second of sound, then fell still. Even so, the sound of her voice made Micaiah jump. "It was a battle, right?" Sanaki turned her eyes to the ceiling, almost - but not quite - a roll. Her mouth tightened, puckered, as if she'd bitten into a wedge of lemon. "Sigrun confessed to making a few-- slips while fighting beside Duke Tanas, and honestly, I'd have thought both of you had better sense."
Now Micaiah did shift, right to left, on her heels, left to right. "He isn't that bad--"
"He tries to get his sticky fingers on everything!" the empress snapped. She kicked her chair, the wooden sole of her sandal cracking loudly. "Just look at Sephiran. One day in the man's service, and he has already been asked to pose for a nude figure. Does he have no shame?"
Micaiah opened her mouth to ask which one she meant--
"I'd tell him to do it." Sanaki looked away. Her fingers tapped again, rapidly, loudly. "That would be good medicine for the lying snake."
She was too good at keeping her emotions in check, aside from the occasional fidget and her tapping fingers; Micaiah couldn't tell if the empress needed sympathy or sarcasm, though Sothe would have been better if cynicism were called for. "Why didn't you? Tell him to go along with it, I mean." She watched Sanaki pull her bottom lip with her teeth, saw her cheeks pinken faintly. "I'm sure he'd make a lovely--"
"No!"
He's my lying snake--
Micaiah bit her lip hard and hoped she wouldn't snicker. The empress reddened until it looked like her face wanted to match the crimson of her formal cloak. She wouldn't bring her gaze front. "Well, he must have asked you, too." Sanaki's lips turned slightly down, her fingers tapping faster, and Micaiah decided to let that go. "I'm sure he's just trying to beat the popular artists to the punch, you know? The first newsletter that hits the streets always suckers more people into buying-- that sort of thing, only with art. I think he's honestly excited about it. Even Ike got a letter from him."
Sanaki's fingers froze a moment, her hand a claw, and then she withdrew her hand, folded her arms. Her nose turned up, her eyes squeezed shut. "Ew."
She didn't want to know what the empress was thinking. "Anyway, he promised I get to keep my clothes if I pose for his sculpture, so..."
The empress sighed loudly. "Don't complain to me if he puts those fingers anywhere important."
Micaiah's throat constricted. Ew was right. "He's an artist--"
"He's a pervert."
"But he does have an impressive grasp of aesthetics--"
"So he's a perverted aesthete."
"Look, it's really--"
Sanaki waved her away. "Never mind. I have an idea." She tucked her hair over her ears, kicking the chair again - this time without force, as if counting time to an internal rhythm. "If he starts looking greedy," she said, sitting back, steepling her fingers, smiling wide, "tell Sephiran I want him to sit on Oliver's lap."
"Of... course," Micaiah said, staring at the empress, blinking like she'd been struck between the eyes. They'd argued some, over Sanaki's insistence in keeping Lehran's punishment in her own hands, despite her inarguable position - it was Begnion he betrayed, after all-- technically. The others had agreed after a few arguments, but Pelleas had muttered about him getting off too easily. It was clear he had no idea what Micaiah's little sister was capable of. When she went back to Daein, she'd make sure he wasn't eligible for marriage in this country-- just in case. "If you say so."
"Good. Have fun, Micaiah." Sanaki smiled. The blue light made her eyes glint like gold. "Give Sephiran my regards."
No, Lehran wasn't getting off easily - not at all.
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Author: Amber Michelle
Gauntlet Theme: 26 - this is why we can't have nice things
Series: Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn
Characters: Micaiah, Sanaki
Rating: T
Words: 898
Notes: actually inspired by a comment!fic prompt, but it doesn't really fit the request. No real redeeming quality here - just an attempt to get myself into a writing mood so I can finish my Spring Kink stuff for the day.
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Micaiah made herself stand still while the empress stared at her, locking her knees and digging her heels into the double-layered rugs in Sanaki's office, where the morning light was still dim and blue through the west-facing window. A large oak desk sat between them on legs appearing squat for how thick they were, how intricately carved with vines, the polished surface wide enough for both of them to sleep side-by-side with room to spare. The chair looked heavy and monolithic too, carved with flowers, upholstered in dark red, the back two heads taller than the empress herself. Micaiah let her hands clasp in front of her, hoped the knuckles didn't whiten - they cracked, and she twisted her fingers.
"Um." Having Sothe at her back would have made this easier. Micaiah cleared her throat. "You must have heard I made plans to stay a little longer." The empress nodded with a sway of her indigo bangs, and she wondered why it didn't turn into a frown. Everything was carefully blank - the desktop, the tea table, the other girl's expression. "I'm not sure I was thinking straight when I made the promise, but I can't back out of it now. Pelleas said he would return to Daein ahead of me."
Sanaki's fingers drummed once on the desktop, a second of sound, then fell still. Even so, the sound of her voice made Micaiah jump. "It was a battle, right?" Sanaki turned her eyes to the ceiling, almost - but not quite - a roll. Her mouth tightened, puckered, as if she'd bitten into a wedge of lemon. "Sigrun confessed to making a few-- slips while fighting beside Duke Tanas, and honestly, I'd have thought both of you had better sense."
Now Micaiah did shift, right to left, on her heels, left to right. "He isn't that bad--"
"He tries to get his sticky fingers on everything!" the empress snapped. She kicked her chair, the wooden sole of her sandal cracking loudly. "Just look at Sephiran. One day in the man's service, and he has already been asked to pose for a nude figure. Does he have no shame?"
Micaiah opened her mouth to ask which one she meant--
"I'd tell him to do it." Sanaki looked away. Her fingers tapped again, rapidly, loudly. "That would be good medicine for the lying snake."
She was too good at keeping her emotions in check, aside from the occasional fidget and her tapping fingers; Micaiah couldn't tell if the empress needed sympathy or sarcasm, though Sothe would have been better if cynicism were called for. "Why didn't you? Tell him to go along with it, I mean." She watched Sanaki pull her bottom lip with her teeth, saw her cheeks pinken faintly. "I'm sure he'd make a lovely--"
"No!"
He's my lying snake--
Micaiah bit her lip hard and hoped she wouldn't snicker. The empress reddened until it looked like her face wanted to match the crimson of her formal cloak. She wouldn't bring her gaze front. "Well, he must have asked you, too." Sanaki's lips turned slightly down, her fingers tapping faster, and Micaiah decided to let that go. "I'm sure he's just trying to beat the popular artists to the punch, you know? The first newsletter that hits the streets always suckers more people into buying-- that sort of thing, only with art. I think he's honestly excited about it. Even Ike got a letter from him."
Sanaki's fingers froze a moment, her hand a claw, and then she withdrew her hand, folded her arms. Her nose turned up, her eyes squeezed shut. "Ew."
She didn't want to know what the empress was thinking. "Anyway, he promised I get to keep my clothes if I pose for his sculpture, so..."
The empress sighed loudly. "Don't complain to me if he puts those fingers anywhere important."
Micaiah's throat constricted. Ew was right. "He's an artist--"
"He's a pervert."
"But he does have an impressive grasp of aesthetics--"
"So he's a perverted aesthete."
"Look, it's really--"
Sanaki waved her away. "Never mind. I have an idea." She tucked her hair over her ears, kicking the chair again - this time without force, as if counting time to an internal rhythm. "If he starts looking greedy," she said, sitting back, steepling her fingers, smiling wide, "tell Sephiran I want him to sit on Oliver's lap."
"Of... course," Micaiah said, staring at the empress, blinking like she'd been struck between the eyes. They'd argued some, over Sanaki's insistence in keeping Lehran's punishment in her own hands, despite her inarguable position - it was Begnion he betrayed, after all-- technically. The others had agreed after a few arguments, but Pelleas had muttered about him getting off too easily. It was clear he had no idea what Micaiah's little sister was capable of. When she went back to Daein, she'd make sure he wasn't eligible for marriage in this country-- just in case. "If you say so."
"Good. Have fun, Micaiah." Sanaki smiled. The blue light made her eyes glint like gold. "Give Sephiran my regards."
No, Lehran wasn't getting off easily - not at all.
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Date: 2009-11-18 07:08 am (UTC)Micaiah's protectiveness of Pelleas is cute. D'aww!
I snicked at the "but he's MY lying snake..."
I somehow think a lot of Sephiran's long life will be her reminding him of his 'sins'.
You should post it :D
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Date: 2009-11-18 01:13 pm (UTC)Pff, post where? This is sillier than most of the stuff I write involving Oliver. XD I did consider posting "The Worst of Villains" on FF.Net, but eh, effort.