A/N: Hello! This is a quick update! YEAH! I had this story written down on several Google Doc's before but never actually finished it but now I had some time off and needed to distract myself with some story telling I finally finished my first part of Beruka and Corrin relationship building. I found Beruka strangely cold and it wasn't until I had more Conversations in Conquest with Cam and Leo did I enjoy her a lot more. But at the same time she seemed like the polar opposite of Corrin, so this will be a story to tell huh?. Enjoy! And happy reading!
Warm Eyes and Cold Hands: Part 1
Word Count: 904
He was just standing there, his goofy haircut and even goofier smile, waving at everyone as he cheered on the rest of us. It was almost comical that he could turn at any moment, into a terrifying dragon of immense power. I only sighed with disbelief, turning to pet my own dragon steed, but as I looked into its eyes and I saw fear as it gazed towards Corrin. Either from fear or respect, it hardly mattered. Narrowed eyes I turn to give him a glare as he in turn only gave a smile, though an unsure one. To which I smiled devilishly, a small victory in my eyes.
Still even his naivety was secured by his stubbornness to do what he believed was right. Even with every battle, with every defeat, with every loss or with every bloody victory, he still remained stuart with his resolve to do the least amount of harm and bring the most amount of hope. If anything he was intoxicating everyone around him with his resolve, bringing friend and foe together and inspiring them to dream of a brighter future. To see the best in one another.
What nonsense.
I knew better, I knew what this world was really about; Kill or be killed. That was how the world works and no naive prince would change this old world. As old as the earth and as true as the sky, kill and be killed will the law this world will only obey. There were no friends, only foes to eliminate.
The white hair, those large eyes and brilliant smile. Even as I closed my eyes, that was all I could see. I growl and stomp away from the stables, my fingers twitched to my knives. But before I could blow my steam a hand grasped my shoulder and instinctively I pulled out my knife and knocked the person down to the ground, with my knife pressed on his neck, drawing a small amount of blood.
My eyes widened as I gap and quickly jump off of Corrin, I stutter as I try to formulate a semblance of a sentence. He himself rubbed his neck as he gave an apologetic smile and kept his warm eyes centered on my own cold ones. "What the fuck Corrin!" I gurgle out, not trusting any other emotion but anger to fuel my response.
"I'm sorry for sneaking up on you Beruka," Corrin replied, his other hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. He remained on the ground as he sat up and kept up his smile. This was the most powerful being? Able to transform into a terrifying dragon? But my thoughts only lasted for a mere moment.
I fumed inside even more, this man was insufferable, annoying beyond any comprehension of the human mind. "Stop that!" I shout at him. I had enough, of him, of this war, of everything and everyone.
"Stop what?" He asked as he picked himself up, dusting off the dirt as he looked towards me with curiosity. "Something I can do make you happy or need help?" He asked, like some small child desperate to see those around them wear smiles or wounds healed.
"Just stop! Why are you you! Don't you understand?! How can you see the world with those misguided eyes?!" I continue to shrill my anger at him unjustly, as the world wasn't here to receive my anger.
"Wha-" But I cut him off with my onslaught of angered responses.
"You can't make everyone happy! You can't save or help everyone! You can't just refuse to kill and you can't just refuse to accept facts of this world! You just can't live in your fantasy world you conjured in your child of a mind! This dream you think you can accomplish is utterly ridiculous!" I continue to rant at Corrin.
To his credit he stood there, smile long gone but his eyes maintained a warm semblance of fire. His arms hanging on his side as he looked at me, simply listening as if he was my friend that I needed right now. The gall! I don't friends, and I be damned if I ever need his friendship. "So just stop it, just please, stop that," I add, my voice lowered to that above a whisper. My eyes down casted towards the dirt.
I hold my anger, and temper my aggression but maintain my stoic pose. I brace myself, my mind for whatever nonsense he was going to spout out next, in response to my burst of anger.
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
I blink as his hand raised both my own and there he placed the knife, the one I had nearly killed him earlier with and dropped, on my open hands. He squeezed my hands shut around the hilt of the blade before stepping back.
I blink in utter surprise as I look up and see that goofy warm smile of his, his large carrying eyes. "Let's talk again," He said, "Beruka," Before leaving where I stood and walking back to meet with god knows who.
My cheeks felt something warm and wet as I reached with my hand to wipe away at the tear that had dared form. But as if some crazed kind gesture of the gods the rains began to pour and hid my teared face and cooled my fiery anger. Coldness returned to replace my emotions.