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rosageTitle: Loosen
Fandom: Fire Emblem (Archanea games)
Pairing: Palla/Minerva
Rating: PG (mild PG-13?)
Prompt: Dark (for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Word Count: 336
Summary: There are things that can only be done and said in the dark.
Note: Implied spoilers for FE3/FE12
Moonlight trickles in through a hole in the ceiling that Minerva hasn’t had a chance to fix. She temporarily switched sleeping quarters with a pair of orphans, siblings who’d occupied the alcove, as she didn’t want the damp during rainy nights to make them ill. Now it’s a dry autumn night, though with how sticky Minerva feels it might as well be a humid summer day. Still the light is only enough to display slivers of skin over Palla’s jaw and cheekbone along with a lock of hair tucked between her shoulder and neck.
Minerva closes her eyes, letting the dark take over. Ever since she was locked away it has made her wrists tense as if remembering being tied. She shakes them now to prove she can, then opens her eyes and reaches to run a calloused thumb along the lines of Palla she can see.
Palla breathes in sharply before sighing as she brushes against the touch. Their bodies are still several inches apart, and it strikes Minerva how much Palla reacts to the slightest of things. She’s seen Palla give Catria battle pointers and push the hair from Est’s eyes, but Palla asks for so little. It’s not for lack of need, Minerva realizes that, and she’s learned—is learning, slowly—how to push through her own reservations to give.
Again Minerva shuts her eyelids, letting her hand stray to where Palla’s collarbone juts out over the fringe of her dressing gown. It’s ironic how freeing the dark is now, dropping her inhibitions enough to let her slide her fingers under the fabric and feel Palla’s goose bumps. In the daylight Minerva turns away when Palla so much as removes her armor, and she can still see the shape of the word Commander on Palla’s lips, even when they’ve spent the day praying and cooking and building side-by-side.
When another sigh tumbles from Palla’s mouth, it carries with it the syllables Minerva, and her love slides across the pallet to pull her close.
Fandom: Fire Emblem (Archanea games)
Pairing: Palla/Minerva
Rating: PG (mild PG-13?)
Prompt: Dark (for
femslashficlets )Word Count: 336
Summary: There are things that can only be done and said in the dark.
Note: Implied spoilers for FE3/FE12
Moonlight trickles in through a hole in the ceiling that Minerva hasn’t had a chance to fix. She temporarily switched sleeping quarters with a pair of orphans, siblings who’d occupied the alcove, as she didn’t want the damp during rainy nights to make them ill. Now it’s a dry autumn night, though with how sticky Minerva feels it might as well be a humid summer day. Still the light is only enough to display slivers of skin over Palla’s jaw and cheekbone along with a lock of hair tucked between her shoulder and neck.
Minerva closes her eyes, letting the dark take over. Ever since she was locked away it has made her wrists tense as if remembering being tied. She shakes them now to prove she can, then opens her eyes and reaches to run a calloused thumb along the lines of Palla she can see.
Palla breathes in sharply before sighing as she brushes against the touch. Their bodies are still several inches apart, and it strikes Minerva how much Palla reacts to the slightest of things. She’s seen Palla give Catria battle pointers and push the hair from Est’s eyes, but Palla asks for so little. It’s not for lack of need, Minerva realizes that, and she’s learned—is learning, slowly—how to push through her own reservations to give.
Again Minerva shuts her eyelids, letting her hand stray to where Palla’s collarbone juts out over the fringe of her dressing gown. It’s ironic how freeing the dark is now, dropping her inhibitions enough to let her slide her fingers under the fabric and feel Palla’s goose bumps. In the daylight Minerva turns away when Palla so much as removes her armor, and she can still see the shape of the word Commander on Palla’s lips, even when they’ve spent the day praying and cooking and building side-by-side.
When another sigh tumbles from Palla’s mouth, it carries with it the syllables Minerva, and her love slides across the pallet to pull her close.
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Date: 2015-05-23 11:33 pm (UTC)FYI, I have another little fic and some art as well as a few assorted meta posts about it here in case you'd like more.
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