~*Divide*~
She opens her hands—the butterflies are red and green.
~*X*~
Marta keeps having this dream.
It begins with her world divided.
His eyes made green a beautiful color.
Marta feels like she could watch those eyes forever—they express what their owner are thinking more than he could ever timidly put into words. Such gentleness and kindness, and every time he looks at her like that, she can feel her heart melt.
She loves Emil more than he would probably believe.
She extends her hand.
Touches his face.
He blushes and smiles and pulls her closer.
His eyes made red a stunning color.
Marta feels like she could watch those eyes forever—they express what their owner are thinking more than he could ever gruffly put into words. Such ferocity hiding warm softness, and every time he looks at her like that, she can feel her heart pound.
She loves Ratatosk more than he would probably believe.
She extends her hand.
Touches his face.
He smiles slightly, catching her hand and kissing it.
In battle, he is her partner and equal.
They dance through the chaos, her following him as much as leading, a ballerina at home amongst the turmoil. Emil ducks and twirls and swings his sword at all the right times, allowing her spells to pass unhindered, her whirling blade to dart through openings, and her incantations given enough time to complete.
They make a perfect pair, waltzing across the battlefield.
A tango of blue and green.
In battle, he is her knight in shining armor.
He charges through the chaos, always the first to lead the attack, a roaring lion rushing to the slaughter. She never has to fear the bite of fangs or the sting of claws, Ratatosk is a tsunami of wild power, protecting her as she supports him in his one-man crusade against their enemies. He pauses only to give her a razor-edged smile.
They make a perfect pair, a princess and her champion.
A harmony of blue and red.
Sometimes, she finds herself annoyed with his nervousness.
Emil fiddles with his hands and avoids the eyes of others, reluctant to do anything to anger them. He apologizes too much and stammers his replies…it's enough to drive her mad with irritation. He's a man, isn't he? Why doesn't he speak up, swallow his fear, and at least stop tripping over his words?
She sighs, and puts her hands on her hips, and glares at him.
Every once in a while, she wonders…
Sometimes, she finds herself afraid of his savageness.
Ratatosk narrows his eyes and spits out rude remarks, not caring about the feelings of others. He dismisses concerns and sometimes just doesn't know when to stop…it's enough to drive her mad with worry. He's a man, isn't he? Should he be this brutal, this callous, this cold?
She sighs, and brings her hands over her heart, and stares at him.
Every once in a while, she thinks…
Marta keeps having this dream.
It begins with her world divided.
She never sees how it ends.
…She can never pick a side.
Author's Note: Just a sucky drabble. I plan on writing some sort of longer story for this pairing eventually, this is to try and get in the mood for it.