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Woman in Uniform. He always did love one. Post-game.
Author's Note: This fic is completed, and a bit experimental. The white deer skin boots are a reference to Robin McKinely's Deerskin. There was a portion that while I liked, was OOC, and as such got cut. Also, as heads-up, I will be retitling this collection; any title suggestions are much appreciated (as are comments!).
Word Count: 391
Started: March 23, 2008
Completed: May 30, 2011
Posted: May 30, 2011
Last Edited: June 24, 2011
He always did love a woman in uniform.
resplendent:
white coat lined with blue linen
He is clearly reminded of that weakness now.
subtle:
the many pins she's earned from the war
She is the image of power and grace, crowned at last. The pins, ribbons, and medals she wears are only given to the most prowess of warrior and leaders across Magvel, and it is rare for the title to be bestowed upon a woman. But there is no question in anyone's eyes if she is deserving, she has won over even the most dour of the advisors.
professional:
the neat press of her slacks
His chest feels ready to burst, he's proud of her. He can remember when she couldn't even comprehend what strategy, war, courage truly meant.
feminine:
her hair pulled away for once, the ends streaming down her shoulders, tied with silver ribbon
Her people love her - the gold tassels show that. Each one a gift from a particular province, whose many-colored threads running through the gold.
unique:
the rare white deer-skin boots
It is a strange sight, a strange occasion. They kneel before her, and then she kneels as they rise. It is an exchange, a pledge of their lives and devotion. And as is tradition, each may ask a question that will be answered honestly, without fear of retribution.
Seth wonders what she asks and what the other diplomats, officials, and officers are asking in their quiet voices. But whatever the answers, they are good, for every time they rise with a smile.
mysterious:
there is a silver ring on her right hand – a promise ring
He is on his knees, waiting for her, and cannot help asking who the ring is for.
"You, of course."
He cannot bring himself to look up, can only reach out for her, hoping. He hears the rustle of clothing as her body folds down as he begins to rise.
He is still dazed as he looks down at her bowed head. He hears her intake of breath, "For the same reason you wished to carry me far away that night, if I asked to marry you, would you say yes?"
he always did love a woman in uniform, they were confident, powerful, elegant, graceful, there was something intangible about it. especially this woman
"I would," he says.