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yurishippingolympics2024-07-16 11:56 pm
PROMPT: TEAM OC MOON
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Suletta settles her head on Miorine’s shoulder, watching her work. Her fingers skim idly over her wrists, follow the movement of her hands — it could be almost domestic, if it weren’t for the world falling apart around them.
“When you fought Guel that time,” she says, turning her head into Miorine’s neck, “were you trying to win your own hand in marriage?” She pauses, drums her fingers on Miorine’s wrists. “How would that work?”
It’s such a random question that Miorine laughs, giving up on trying to cut the sandwiches properly. “Touchy today, are we?”
Suletta pouts. “Nooo. I just missed you.”
“I’m not seventeen yet,” Miorine says, nodding towards the calendar. “Ask me again when we’re married.”
Her pout melts away into something like bliss. “Married,” she echoes, soft, “and I’m going to beat Shaddiq so good he’ll never challenge me again.”
“Correct,” Miorine says idly, thinking of signatures on legal documents and the cold Grassley House halls.
“But, um. Why?”
“Why what?”
“About the duel with Guel.” Her fingers pick up their drumming against Miorine’s wrists again. “You fought him so you could have control over your future, right? But how would that work? Wouldn’t you just become the Holder?”
“That was the point.” Miorine picks up her knife again, gets back to work. If Suletta wants to risk a few fingers, so be it. (Still, she finds herself moving gentler.)
“And then you’d be engaged to yourself.”
“Technically.”
“I don’t think that’s — entirely how engagement works,” Suletta says slowly, like she’s trying to work out the logistics of it in her brain.
“It would have forced my father’s hand, which was the point,” Miorine explains, counting the sandwiches on the countertop. “Having no Holder means that I’d be free to do what I want. I was banking on the defeat being humiliating enough for Guel that he backed down.”
“And if Guel backs down, it’s a sign,” Suletta finishes the thought.
“Yeah. Pass me the boxes, will you?”
Suletta straightens up like she’s been given the most important task in the world and lets go of her to rifle through Miorine’s cabinets. She misses her warmth immediately.