Fandom: Fire Emblem Sacred Stones Pairing: L'Arachel x Eirika WC: 640
L'Arachel takes a seat beside Eirika on the shaded bank of the river, neatly folding her legs to one side as a proper lady should. The water flows swift but shallow before them, tumbling over smooth pebbles with a soft but steady gurgle. Willow branches bend gracefully above their heads all the way to touch the glassy surface of the river.
Eirika remains silent as she works an oiled cloth over the worn blade of her rapier. It's seen much use of late. L'Arachel graciously allows Eirika time to finish her maintenance in peace, though she can't help but muse on what a chore it must be, constantly having to clean and sharpen one's pointy things, preventing against rust and whatnot. Magic staves are so much simpler. Either they work or they don't, and as soon as they're broken, they're simply discarded and replaced with a shiny new one.
(Why, in a pinch, L'Arachel can even whack a monster with a staff, so really, they're more efficient than swords! Twice as many uses!)
“L'Arachel,” Eirika says softly, startling her from her reverie. “Do you regret your decision to join this war? To join me?”
L'Arachel laughs outright. “Why, it is my life's very calling, my divine purpose, to rid the world of monstrosities as my sacred ancestor did, and be praised by the masses as a legendary hero! Whysoever would you think otherwise?”
“Of course.” Eirika smiles, although still she droops like a wilting flower, melancholia plaguing her soul. “You have never doubted yourself or the path you tread. You and Ephraim have that admirable trait in common. Would that I had half your assuredness...”
“My dearest Eirika, you are a princess among princesses,” L'Arachel babbles, leaning closer in her eagerness to convey her opinion. “There should be no word for doubt in your vocabulary! With you as a shining example of the marriage between beauty and strength, refinement and grace, brilliance and beauty – did I say beauty already? You are strikingly beautiful, after all, so it bears repeating! Anyway, the point is, anyone should consider themselves fortunate to find themselves at your side–!”
Eirika lays a light hand on L'Arachel's shoulder, cutting short her rambling stream of dialogue. “Do you, though?”
“Consider myself fortunate, you mean?” L'Arachel swallows around a sudden lump in her throat, her nervous voice pitching high. “I have no need of luck when I have divine grace on my side, but I would happily follow you wherever you lead, as long I should live, 'til death do us part!”
“Is that truly how you feel?” A small smile now plays on Eirika's lips.
“Most certainly! I would not jest about such matters,” L'Arachel says haughtily, straightening up as her cheeks color. “I would choose you a thousand times over! And take heart: troubadours shall sing for centuries to come of my epic exploits and womanly charms, and by association, they shall also sing of you! Is that not wondrous news indeed?”
“Indeed,” Eirika agrees, sliding her rapier back into its sheath. She gazes out over the river for a moment longer, then adds softly, “Thank you, L'Arachel. You do have a unique way of making even the most insistent voice of doubt in my mind seem inconsequential.”
“'Tis mere devilry at work! You must develop the mental fortitude to never listen to anyone, even yourself! If ill thoughts begin to torment you unfairly in the future, bring them to me sooner,” L'Arachel says fiercely, picking up her staff and waving it about for emphasis. “I shall beat some sense back into you, like this! And that, and that!”
“That is... certainly enthusiastic,” Eirika says, ducking beneath L'Arachel's wild swings. “Do promise you won't literally knock me senseless, won't you? You are still listening to me... right?”
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Date: 2024-06-25 12:03 am (UTC)Pairing: L'Arachel x Eirika
WC: 640
L'Arachel takes a seat beside Eirika on the shaded bank of the river, neatly folding her legs to one side as a proper lady should. The water flows swift but shallow before them, tumbling over smooth pebbles with a soft but steady gurgle. Willow branches bend gracefully above their heads all the way to touch the glassy surface of the river.
Eirika remains silent as she works an oiled cloth over the worn blade of her rapier. It's seen much use of late. L'Arachel graciously allows Eirika time to finish her maintenance in peace, though she can't help but muse on what a chore it must be, constantly having to clean and sharpen one's pointy things, preventing against rust and whatnot. Magic staves are so much simpler. Either they work or they don't, and as soon as they're broken, they're simply discarded and replaced with a shiny new one.
(Why, in a pinch, L'Arachel can even whack a monster with a staff, so really, they're more efficient than swords! Twice as many uses!)
“L'Arachel,” Eirika says softly, startling her from her reverie. “Do you regret your decision to join this war? To join me?”
L'Arachel laughs outright. “Why, it is my life's very calling, my divine purpose, to rid the world of monstrosities as my sacred ancestor did, and be praised by the masses as a legendary hero! Whysoever would you think otherwise?”
“Of course.” Eirika smiles, although still she droops like a wilting flower, melancholia plaguing her soul. “You have never doubted yourself or the path you tread. You and Ephraim have that admirable trait in common. Would that I had half your assuredness...”
“My dearest Eirika, you are a princess among princesses,” L'Arachel babbles, leaning closer in her eagerness to convey her opinion. “There should be no word for doubt in your vocabulary! With you as a shining example of the marriage between beauty and strength, refinement and grace, brilliance and beauty – did I say beauty already? You are strikingly beautiful, after all, so it bears repeating! Anyway, the point is, anyone should consider themselves fortunate to find themselves at your side–!”
Eirika lays a light hand on L'Arachel's shoulder, cutting short her rambling stream of dialogue. “Do you, though?”
“Consider myself fortunate, you mean?” L'Arachel swallows around a sudden lump in her throat, her nervous voice pitching high. “I have no need of luck when I have divine grace on my side, but I would happily follow you wherever you lead, as long I should live, 'til death do us part!”
“Is that truly how you feel?” A small smile now plays on Eirika's lips.
“Most certainly! I would not jest about such matters,” L'Arachel says haughtily, straightening up as her cheeks color. “I would choose you a thousand times over! And take heart: troubadours shall sing for centuries to come of my epic exploits and womanly charms, and by association, they shall also sing of you! Is that not wondrous news indeed?”
“Indeed,” Eirika agrees, sliding her rapier back into its sheath. She gazes out over the river for a moment longer, then adds softly, “Thank you, L'Arachel. You do have a unique way of making even the most insistent voice of doubt in my mind seem inconsequential.”
“'Tis mere devilry at work! You must develop the mental fortitude to never listen to anyone, even yourself! If ill thoughts begin to torment you unfairly in the future, bring them to me sooner,” L'Arachel says fiercely, picking up her staff and waving it about for emphasis. “I shall beat some sense back into you, like this! And that, and that!”
“That is... certainly enthusiastic,” Eirika says, ducking beneath L'Arachel's wild swings. “Do promise you won't literally knock me senseless, won't you? You are still listening to me... right?”
“And that! And that!”
“...L'Arachel?”
“Aaand that! Hahaha!”