Title: False Intention
Author: Infectious Mike
Prompt: Cry
Category: Fire Emblem
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Character/Pairing: Ranulf/Soren(light, I swear), Micaiah, Sothe,
Warning(s): Language(alas I only swore once...)
A/N: Errr, so I said more frequently and it didn't happen...sue me? Anyway sorry for that snide remark and the umm longer than usual wait I think 3-4 days...not entirely sure. Anyways here it is. Also a little minor spoiler for this fic here, I'm not entirely sure if Sothe knows about Micaiah's Brand, in this ficlet he doesn't so...yeah. Although it provides no major plot for this particular fic...because I got a new idea halfway through XD
LittleLinor: Hey uhh you might really like this one. Both of our favorite characters are paired together? How in the world will this turn out...very poorly since this only took me 30 minutes.
forgotton hyoshi: Yeah I know but see I had to do it because...well I can't tell you because that's another ficlet in the making. Thank you, I rather liked it as well.
Herr Wozzeck: As said earlier yeah that line made me smile a bit while writing it too...yeah so mI said I would be doing them more frequently but...that probably isn't going to happen it'll probably be the same as before I went on a 4 day hiatus expluding this one. I heard about that in Florida cause this person I don't really like was telling me about it on the phone the other day but why I answered the phone in the first place is another question...College sounds like ummm...not something I wanna think about right now as a High School Junior. Teehee, I will keep going thank you.
"Micaiah...Micaiah, are you ready?" Sothe whispered from a cracked open door.
"What? Oh yes, of course. Let's go," Micaiah replied.
It was night in Daein. The keep was quiet as Micaiah rose from her bed and grabbed a bag that was placed next to it. Once she heard from Ranulf that general Ike had decided to leave Tellius the Priestess of Dawn had become intrigued and inspired to search out a new world as well. Telling her shadow, Sothe, of her ideas he tried to contact anyone he knew with a boat but none were interested. Now they were going to have to do it the hard way and steal one, but Sothe had yet to tell her that part.
"I'm still a little hesitant about leaving everyone behind...not to mention my role as Queen," Micaiah mused. Sothe stood next to her as per usual as they walked slowly and quietly down the Daein Keep's corridors.
"It's not too late to call it off Micaiah, whatever you decide on I'll be here to protect you," Sothe said about the hundredth time.
"No, I have to do this, for the future of Tellius and our world we need to broaden our horizon's and meet new people from new worlds, I have already sent a letter to Empress Sanaki, Queen Elincia, King Tibarn, and King Caineghis-"
"You mean Skrimir, right?"
"Oh yes, of course, King Skrimir," she corrected quickly, "explaining what we are doing and why. I am pretty sure they will all understand. I have also given Sanaki and Elincia joint rulership over the country in our absence. I truly hope things don't go as bad as before when Begnion was here," she said coming to a halt. "How exactly are we getting off of Tellius anyway Sothe?"
"We're umm, we're stealing a boat," he stated.
"I will not allow this," Micaiah said stoutly.
"Then allow me to provide one for you," someone said from the window. Sothe had already drawn a knife from inside his wristband and stood in front of Micaiah to protect her as usual, "Ah Sothe, you never drop your guard for even an instant," the person chuckled.
"Hello, Ranulf," Micaiah said ducking under Sothe's protective arm to give the blue-haired cat a warm hug.
"You honor me your highness with such a greeting," Ranulf said. "About that boat, I've got one prepared for the three of us plus one."
"Who's the plus one?" Sothe asked curiously.
"The little tactician who bears the same mark-"
Micaiah immediately covered Ranulf's mouth then gave Sothe a warm smile. She then whispered to the cat, "I don't want him to know yet...please understand."
Ranulf gave a slight nod that Micaiah was able to see then she released him. "Soren's coming as well," Ranulf finally said jumping up to sit on the window sill then pressing his back against the frame one leg hanging over.
"Why?" was all Sothe could say. He couldn't completely understand why the strategist would need to come unless..."Nevermind that was a stupid question. I understand now."
"We should probably leave soon..." Micaiah said suddenly then it began to rain.
"Shit..." Ranulf said under his breath then got off the window to prevent him from getting wet. "Well I have to go get Soren before he kills me for leaving him the rain. It is okay if we crash here and then try again tomorrow night?" he asked taking off his headband and the bag he keeps at his side and handing it to Micaiah.
"Yes, that will be fine, you know where the guest rooms are correct?" Micaiah said before Ranulf nodded then jumped from the window transforming in mid-air. He landed majestically on four feet then connected it to a run. He turned a corner and he gone from the sight of Micaiah and Sothe.
"Micaiah?"
"Yes, Sothe?"
"You knew it was going to rain tonight didn't you?" Micaiah stayed silent then began walking back to her room. "I think I have my answer," Sothe said following her.
Ranulf reached a pier that had a lone figure standing on it. Long black hair flowed behind him in the wind. Ranulf quickly became human again. "Hey, you're gonna catch a cold," Ranulf called to Soren. He didn't seem to hear him because he was still standing there. Ranulf called again but was drowned out by a crash of thunder. He decided against calling again and approached the mage. "Soren, we have to go, we'll both get sick if we're caught out here any longer-"
"Why do you care if I get sick or not? I'm a Branded, remember?"
"Like that really matters, I was never one to care for racial differences as I'm pretty sure you've noticed," Ranulf said gripping the younger male's shoulder. Soren immediately retracted away from the touch.
"People like me aren't considered a race...we aren't even supposed to exist, if you are too stupid to understand that then I should not have even come here with you," Soren said turning on his heel and began walking away.
Ranulf sighed before turning as well and wrapping both arms around the small mage's waist. "You're always running away. I don't care if you aren't considered a race, or if you aren't supposed to exist. The fine print is that you do exist, and also by coming here with me proves that you seek the company of people you can trust or the people who can lead you to the one man you ever truly trusted. You may not be able to trust me and you probably never will, but that doesn't mean I don't care for you. I know you trust in Ike more than anyone you have ever met before and honestly I'm a little jealous, but that isn't the point. Point is, I care for you Soren, much more than you realize despite the fact you might not care that much for me. I hope you understand," Ranulf pulled the mage closer to him. The rain had caused Ranulf's hair to flatten and stick to his face. His headband long since tucked away from the downpour, had also caused his darker than usual blue hair stick to his forehead.
Soren leaned back into Ranulf's grip, "Thank you...Ranulf," a single tear fell down his face, but if asked about it later by Ranulf, Soren would deny it and blame the rain.
Micaiah sighed then shifted in her bed, "Although he might blame it on the rain...I will know that he has cried at least once in his life," she muttered to herself before falling asleep.