Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, Path of Radiance would've had endings.
Teaser: a love story told in blips
Author's Notes: well… okay, I've been back for over a week now from vacation. I got lazy. Sue me. That and I'm now back at school. And I have Theatre Arts 1… again. Damnit, I said Journalism!
o02. Kiss (Alpha Theme)
"You kissed me," Zihark accuses lightly, his tone more teasing than condemning.
It still fails to make Ilyana any more comfortable. Her face is red-hot and of the same color as she sends him a startled look. "No, I didn't."
He shrugs at her and, just because he knows it will make her flush (and, damn, she's cute when she flushes) he runs his thumb over his lips. "Sorry. That counts."
"It does not!" she shrieks, slapping her hands to her cheeks to hide their burning.
This time when he draws his tongue along his bottom lip it isn't to embarrass her. Cherries and apples. Yum. He is definitely having some more.
With a huff, she wheels around and starts to stomp off. "I should've just let you drown!"
"Maybe it wasn't a kiss," Zihark muses aloud and causes Ilyana to halt.
"It wasn't," Ilyana agrees reverently, her hair bouncing against her neck as she nods her head violently. "It definitely wasn't."
"Okay then." Before she could blink, he has her in his arms and is grinning down at her. "When I kiss you it won't be confused for CPR."
Then, because he likes the chase, Zihark lets Ilyana go.
o040. Innocence
The first time Zihark catches a glimpse of her, it's merely that. A glimpse. Softly purple hair against pale cheeks. And then it's gone, ducking an axe and never reappearing in his line of vision.
Still, Zihark finds it hard to forget the flash of lavender among the blood strewn battlefield.
"Do you know a girl?" Zihark asks Rolf as the boy notches an arrow beside him. "Purple hair. Tiny."
"Oh. Sure. Ilyana. Picked her and the merchants up in Gallia." Rolf shrugs and takes aim at an enemy, casually chipping away at him. Girls don't interest him yet and it's out of his mind long before it is out of Zihark's.
Then, sometime later, as the battle draws to a close—
"Oh, there she is!" Rolf points in the general direction of the girl with the lavender hair.
When Zihark sees her face—young and fresh and wholesome—he drops his gaze down to his hands, absently rubbing a hard callous on the pad of his palm.
She's much too innocent for him… but what the hell? He's a man, not a saint.
notes: I'm thinking two more sets of drabbles before I call it closed with this. We'll see.
reviews
Crazymark: actually 'to secret' is a verb… but you're right. It doesn't belong in the context I used it. Secreted means to hide or conceal. Which is not how I used it. I'll fix it later. Is so lazy!
Shadow of Chaos: I'm still not sure why this is one of my favorite Fire Emblem pairings. Maybe because it's underappreciated?
TFRiD Queen: I always use Rolf, though it's a bitch to level him up in the beginning. I mostly keep Shinon around to make me laugh. Just like Getrie.
Story Weaver1: I always viewed the 'chastity' thing the clerics in Fire Emblem vow themselves to sort of like… optional. I mean, none of these so-called clerics ever remain chaste, do they?
Rexnos: ah, yes. Well. I love cannon. And non-cannon and things that are sappy-happy love-filled fests of lovedom. Obviously, not all the time since I write angst a lot too but… you know in order to write an angst fic one character does not need to slash one's wrist. Why is it that no one here can get that?
