A/N: One of my very favorite couples, yet hard to write about, for some reason! Here's a quick piece. Pretty Lyn-centric, but Hector has some sweet fluff. As always, I love reviews ^^
Words: 506
Characters: Lyn, Hector
Time: After Rekka no Ken
Genre: Romance/General
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to Nintendo, not me.
Lady Lyn spent many days in Caelin sitting in front of the grand mirror in her room. No one asked her about it, for the few that witnessed it already guessed the answer. In Ostia, however, the first time Lord Hector came into their room and saw her sitting there, motionless, enthralled, he frowned and interrupted her quiet solitude.
"Looks like I'm going to lose my wife to her own reflection, hm?"
"Oh, be quiet," said Lyn, annoyed. "It's not me I'm looking at. Well, it is, but… not really."
"Helpful."
Lyn ignored him. She simply studied the strange face in the mirror – me, it's me, it's me – and didn't even blink until Hector's reflection appeared beside hers. He crouched so that their faces were more level, tangling a hand in her wild hair.
"Everyone always told me… I looked just like my mother," she said softly. "So as I grew up, I imagined myself like her. There are no mirrors on the plains. Just rivers and swordblades, a rippling kind of reflection. The first time I looked in a mirror… I didn't recognize myself at all. I thought I was looking at my mother, but with strange, deliberate mistakes. We have the same eyes and nose, and the shapes of our faces are the same. But my cheekbones are higher, my skin darker, my lips narrower. I was so surprised at my appearance. I didn't know what to think. But at the same time, if I look in a certain light… I can imagine I'm looking at her again, too."
With an unusual sort of tenderness, Hector tucked Lyn's hair behind her ears and brushed her bangs away from her forehead. He tilted her face from side to side, and Lyn smiled and tried to push his hands away. But he insisted. He studied her from every angle, his expression thoughtful.
"You miss her very much, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Lyn said. "Hector, you're making me blush."
He only grinned and kissed her warmly on the lips. "You're fearless and bold. It's hard to make you blush, so I take what I can get."
She relented. She accepted his kiss sweetly, and gave him a little in return, but her gaze still wandered back to the mirror when they drew apart.
"From the stories I've heard of your mother," said Hector, "I'd imagine you inherited more than just her beauty." He kissed the palm of her calloused hand, then pressed it to her heart. "Her spirit lives on within you, and that's worth more than what any mirror can show you, right?"
Lyn stared, not at the mirror this time, but at Hector's earnest face. She almost laughed. "Since when have you been so – so - "
"Intelligent? Thoughtful? You wound me."
She pushed him playfully in the arm, rested her head against his shoulder, and closed her eyes, her mother's smile on her face.