It's about bloody time I write myself some Fire Emblem ficcage.
Completely random. That is all.
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Reasons, Reasons, Reasons
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Reasons were always the boring thing about hanging around Canas. Nothing could simply "happen", nothing ever just "was". Sure, the scholar was nice enough, but Nino just couldn't stand talking to him. Things always ended up awkward and slightly disturbing, and Nino would walk away red-faced. So why, then, was she going to tell him that she was marrying Jaffar?
Nino suddenly felt the urge to scream. She was thinking like him. She tugged at her hair and supressed the vocalization welling in the back of her throat. She tossed her head to one side and then there was a brief feeling of intense pain. "Oh dear," Nino muttered and glanced up to face the last person on Saint Elimine's green Elibe she wanted to see.
"Oh, hello," chirped Canas, re-adjusting his monocle, which had fallen in the process of Nino's head colliding with his jaw. A large red swelling was forming on his lower cheek and he was rubbing it with utmost care. "Now, why'd you have to go and do that?"
Nino spoke before she could restrain herself, "Why must you always ask that?!" She then covered her mouth when she saw her uncle's face fall and his brows knit together like he always did when someone yelled at him. "Sorry, Uncle," she sighed, and leaned up to heal the swelling of his jaw with her staff.
"Oh, it's quite all right!" replied Canas, patting her on the shoulder and then stroking her hair. "Frustration gets to the best of us." His face relaxed and the smile reappeared once more. "Now," he said, "I've heard tell that you're to be married soon."
Of course Nino didn't expect it to be a secret for long. She told Rebecca, who undoubtabley told Raven and Lowen, and Lowen might not have passed it on, but Raven tells Lucius everything and Serra can bully Lucius into anything (but is there anyone who couldn't?) and Serra would tell everyone everything because that's what Serra does. The gossip chain was no great trick of the mind. That was the reason why Nino neither denied the information or begged for the source. "Yes, I am," she said, wishing Serra would have kept her mouth shut and Nino would have had the news to tell herself.
"That's wonderful!" Canas quipped. He instantly began chattering about how the groom was not yet known, but he must be quite the catch for "my beloved neice" and how Lord Pent's apprentice was such a nice boy (for that was his theory) and how wonderful a wedding would be, Iris would love it so much, he couldn't wait to congratulate Erk--
"That's nice, Uncle Canas," interrupted Nino at long last, "but I'm not marrying Erk. He's just a friend."
Canas inhaled to reply, then stopped. "Not Erk?" He laughed and his monocle slipped down. He readjusted it and continued, "Well, tell Serra that; I'm pretty sure she'd be relieved. That was her guess as well." He paused. "But I'm at a loss as to the groom."
"Jaffar," said Nino proudly. "We're to be married when we arrive home."
For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the crashing of waves on the side of the ship and Hector's unrelenting gloating about how he faced the dragon head-on and Lyn's contradiction that he ran to Serra with the first cut he got.
"That silent fellow?" squeaked Canas. "My niece is marrying a murderer?" He fumbled for words for a while (completely ignoring Nino's growing glare of disdain from calling her betrothed a murderer) and finally managed to squeak, "Why?"
"Because I love him," Nino retorted.
"Yes, yes, but," he inhaled through his nose, "why?"
Nino's scream was released and away she stormed to find Jaffar. "Find your own reasons," snapped Nino over her shoulder, and she left Canas alone with his thoughts.
Reasons, reasons, reasons. Nino hated reasons.