When they meet for the first time, it's like a scene out of one of Cordelia's favorite books.
She's looking across the battlefield, both healing and guardian angel rolled into one. Hair all asunder, staff drawn.
He's sweating, half blind with bloodlust, fear, adrenaline, life stuff. Y'know. Warrior shit. Swordmaster, the khan's champion, and all that…
Their eyes meet, and it feels like nothing. Just an awkward glance. Who gives a shit? They're just two people on the same team, fighting for the same lives (theirs and their friends and their futures: hullaballoo! on the path to freedom).
So yeah, it's not a "special" moment. It's not even a special moment. Just two people sharing in the fight for all of one point two three seconds, so when it's over, neither think anything of it.
But their tactician thinks of it. But their gods think of it. Duty-bound destiny thinks more than a little of it; it thinks a lot of it and it and it and that and this and a little more blood, please.
Yet neither Lon'qu of Chon'sin, son of nobody times two, nor Maribelle of Ylisse, daughter of a duke times three or four, think anything of it, which is exactly why they see each other all too often in the future. Later.
A/N: This ship is amazing. Why is there no fanfiction for them? I will fix that. Immediately.
