To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
The first thing to wake Ike up was the gentle smell of fresh coffee. He slowly and groggily opened his eyes to find the familiar sight of Soren, holding a steaming mug with a half-amused half-irritated look on his face. It was Ike's favorite thing to wake up to.
The hero sat up, accepting the coffee from his best friend and sipping the warm beverage. It was perfect, as always. Soren had been making him coffee since they were much younger. The sage was always up first, and always, always (except for a handful of times where he was sick) woke Ike up with a perfectly prepared cup of coffee.
"What's the plan for today?" He asked once his mouth was conscious enough to form words. Soren looked up and in his usual voice said,
"I received an invitation to study in the Capital." Ike scowled, as much as he didn't want Soren to leave, he couldn't very well refuse, and he also couldn't go with him.
"But father-"
"Commander Greil has already agreed." He managed a half-smile, "It'll be very educational."
"But I..." Ike shut his mouth, "When will you come home?"
"When I'm finished."
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
Soren and Ike spent the rest of the day together. They spent the morning training, Soren destroyed haybales with wind spells while Greil drilled his son with the wooden swords. Once both boys were exhausted, they were given leave to visit the small lake nearby.
Ike went swimming while Soren read his book and soaked his feet. Boyd joined them for a little while, he and Ike played in the water, but eventually, Boyd wandered back to the house, and Ike and Soren were alone again.
"I don't want you to leave." Ike said, "I mean...I know that its a great opportunity for you but..." Soren said nothing, but he did give Ike a rare half-smile.
"Its not like I'll be gone forever." he said, "You'll hardly notice I'm gone."
"Soren," the blue-haired youth was suddenly serious, "I notice every minute you're not around."
Soren didn't even have to speak to let Ike know that the feeling was mutual. The mage had been the other boy's faithful shadow for years now, it was going to be...strange, to not have Ike there, being...Ike...at things.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
Soren came home when the war started. But even the horrors that had unfolded before Ike's mind as the mage described the invasion couldn't touch the relief that he felt once Soren was home. Ike waited until the decision to go to the capital had been reached before pulling Soren into a hug the moment they were alone and exclaiming how much he had missed his best friend. Soren scowled, and accused him of being childish before admitting in a soft and barely audible voice that he had missed Ike too.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
The first thing to wake Ike up was the gentle smell of fresh coffee. He slowly and groggily opened his eyes to find the familiar sight of Soren, holding a steaming mug with a half-amused half-irritated look on his face. He blinked, and, much to his disappointment, Soren became Mist.
"Morning." The hero said, taking Mist's less-than-perfect concoction. He looked up at his sister and smiled, trying to indicate that the coffee was adequate. Once she left the room, he set the drink down on the beside table and rolled over, pressing his face into the pillows he had stolen from Soren's room when the mage left to visit the library in Sienne. He could smell the mage on them, the gentle mint scent of his best friend and lover's hair, Ike hugged the pillow, not caring that he was being childish.
"I'll be back in a fortnight." Soren had said, as he was packing his suitcase, "But Empress Sanaki's collected a few rare tomes I want to see."
"But-" Soren gave Ike a look and a quick kiss,
"A fortnight."
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
Ike spent the day in his usual fashion. He sparred with Mia and gave Mist a lesson. Then, he and Titania reviewed their latest contracts and once Ike was released by his deputy-commander, he and Boyd went to play in the lake until Mist brought them supper. Things were different now. It used to be that Boyd would get bored and wander off, leaving Ike and Soren alone. Now, Ike would leave, letting Boyd and Mist have some much needed couple time. Once dusk came, Ike sat outside, watching the roadside just in case Soren came home early. And he would do this, under the guise of training (that is to say he was practicing his footwork as a substitute for pacing), until dinner.
It wasn't that he was useless without Soren. He could function perfectly well from an outside point of view. But, people who knew him could tell that he felt different, walking around without his shadow, his other half.
But I need you to know that I care
Soren was a day early, and there were a few jokes about how clearly this meant that Begnion was being invaded. Ike just smiled. He didn't jump up from his chair, he didn't enthusiatically greet the mage, he merely smiled.
Soren mildly perplexed walked into his room to find his pillows missed.
"Ike..." he sighed. He unpacked before he went looking for the missing bedding. Everything had a place, even the new tomes he had picked up had a pre-ordained home in the mage's room. Once satisfied, Soren walked into Ike's room and picked up his pillow, only to find a note fall out of it. He picked it up and smiled, turning around to see Ike. The hero pushed the door shut gently and took the mage in his arms, placing a soft chaste kiss on Soren's thin lips.
and I miss you
That's 2 song-fics now. ^_^ Yay Diedre!
Credit where Credit is due, "I miss you" by Incubus.