Notes: Written while listening to Debussy's Claire De Lune, and Ravel's Pavane For A Dead Princess; both beautiful pieces.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem nor characters owned by Nintendo/Intelligent Systems.
The soft plodding sounds of his steps barely dented the thick and pervasive silence in the field close to the camp. Finding a suitable resting spot, he gently coaxed her open. The young man reached out for her, his muse; and gently enveloped her in his arms. With a knowing touch, he traced along her bare neck and the feel of her coolness raised prickles on his own skin. He reached forward to tease her, his longtime companion; when the sudden sound of footsteps in the grass startled him.
"Hey Mark! We're waiting for you to show us your surprise!"
"In a minute!" he called back, cherishing the final few moments with his beloved. Each curve of her body attuned itself with the roughness of his hands;
The hands that had directed an army through cold rain and through ghastly nightmares.
The hands that had sent an army into peril and despair standing against Men, Monsters, and Enemies on all sides.
The hands that held both fire and ice; the heat of friends and the cold of the deceased.
They would soon construct a beautiful symphony. Hearing the camp growing impatient, Mark helped his lover up. Grinning, the lonesome tactician walked towards the warmth and smiles of his comrades, with the coolness of his violin at his side.
Note: I do not own a violin either, but my sister plays.