fandom: mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury
characters: miorine rembran, guel jeturk
word count: 512
a/n: guel is in his normal era
//
“What about Suletta?” Guel asks, for something like the millionth time.
Miorine grits her teeth, staring pointedly ahead. Earth looms up over them through the windows, and it’s never seemed less appealing than right now. She thought she’d be coming here with her, but — well. It doesn’t matter anymore. “What about her?”
He taps his fingers against the arm of his chair. “Aren’t you worried about her?”
“I’m always worried about her,” she mutters. “I’m going for a walk. Don’t follow me.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “A walk? Where?”
“Through the ship, obviously,” Miorine says thinly. “Just — stay put, alright? I need to think.”
“Think about what? Earth or your fiance?”
“You’re my fiance. Shut up.”
/
She leaves. He follows her anyway.
Not for the first time, Miorine thinks about punching him in the face. It wouldn’t accomplish much, but it’d be satisfying. She stands and watches space roll by through the back windows of the craft — she’d rather look at anything but Earth — and watches him, too, caught in the reflection of the room behind her.
He thinks he’s so subtle. She can’t be bothered to pretend to be surprised when he starts talking. “You’re sure about this? All of it?”
“I generally tend to make decisions that way,” she says shortly. “Are you going to follow me around and wax poetic about my choices all day?”
Guel raises his hands defensively. “All I’m saying is — you’re technically not seventeen yet. You’ve still got, what, a week? There’s time to go back and schedule another duel. I could get Prospera off your back if you needed me to. Jeturk is a pretty big target.”
She thinks about calling him a coward, or something similar. She thinks about saying what happened to the man who nearly killed his opponents for my hand? She thinks about what he’d said to Suletta outside the greenhouse, what Suletta had said about her.
“I did all of this for her,” is what comes out instead. “You know this.”
He tilts his head, frowning. “I know,” he echoes. “I know you’re in love with her.”
He says it so thoughtlessly, like it hasn’t been driving shards of ice through her chest for weeks on end. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it is, but it doesn’t keep her from flinching.
“I’ve thought about using the rest of my life to make her happy for as long as I’ve known her,” Miorine says, looking away from his reflection in the window, “and this is the only way I can do that.”
The stars roll by, vanishing into the distance, and Guel is silent for a long time.
“I respect your decision,” he says eventually, “and, I mean — well, you’ve known me since we were kids. I’m not saying I’m not grateful for you choosing me. But I can help you, if you want me to. I’m not stupid, I know her mom has you in a corner somehow.”
“This is what helping me looks like,” she says. Her whole body aches. “Please leave.”
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
pairing: suletta/miorine
fandom: mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury
characters: miorine rembran, guel jeturk
word count: 512
a/n: guel is in his normal era
//
“What about Suletta?” Guel asks, for something like the millionth time.
Miorine grits her teeth, staring pointedly ahead. Earth looms up over them through the windows, and it’s never seemed less appealing than right now. She thought she’d be coming here with her, but — well. It doesn’t matter anymore. “What about her?”
He taps his fingers against the arm of his chair. “Aren’t you worried about her?”
“I’m always worried about her,” she mutters. “I’m going for a walk. Don’t follow me.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “A walk? Where?”
“Through the ship, obviously,” Miorine says thinly. “Just — stay put, alright? I need to think.”
“Think about what? Earth or your fiance?”
“You’re my fiance. Shut up.”
/
She leaves. He follows her anyway.
Not for the first time, Miorine thinks about punching him in the face. It wouldn’t accomplish much, but it’d be satisfying. She stands and watches space roll by through the back windows of the craft — she’d rather look at anything but Earth — and watches him, too, caught in the reflection of the room behind her.
He thinks he’s so subtle. She can’t be bothered to pretend to be surprised when he starts talking. “You’re sure about this? All of it?”
“I generally tend to make decisions that way,” she says shortly. “Are you going to follow me around and wax poetic about my choices all day?”
Guel raises his hands defensively. “All I’m saying is — you’re technically not seventeen yet. You’ve still got, what, a week? There’s time to go back and schedule another duel. I could get Prospera off your back if you needed me to. Jeturk is a pretty big target.”
She thinks about calling him a coward, or something similar. She thinks about saying what happened to the man who nearly killed his opponents for my hand? She thinks about what he’d said to Suletta outside the greenhouse, what Suletta had said about her.
“I did all of this for her,” is what comes out instead. “You know this.”
He tilts his head, frowning. “I know,” he echoes. “I know you’re in love with her.”
He says it so thoughtlessly, like it hasn’t been driving shards of ice through her chest for weeks on end. Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and maybe it is, but it doesn’t keep her from flinching.
“I’ve thought about using the rest of my life to make her happy for as long as I’ve known her,” Miorine says, looking away from his reflection in the window, “and this is the only way I can do that.”
The stars roll by, vanishing into the distance, and Guel is silent for a long time.
“I respect your decision,” he says eventually, “and, I mean — well, you’ve known me since we were kids. I’m not saying I’m not grateful for you choosing me. But I can help you, if you want me to. I’m not stupid, I know her mom has you in a corner somehow.”
“This is what helping me looks like,” she says. Her whole body aches. “Please leave.”