All of the above beam.
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Stay With You (Fate/Record of Lodoss War, Deedlit x Shirou)
Shirou wanted to talk about something.
Deedlit could tell because of how he refused to settle for the night, even though they had both agreed that it was late and they needed to sleep if they intended to keep moving. Moving where wasn’t a main concern; it was simply a fact of life now, for the former High Elf, that she never really knew where she was going to be at the end of the next day.
Such was how her life had become, since traveling with this young man, with his pale skin, white hair, and gray eyes.
But now he wanted to talk, she could definitely tell. He was acting distinctly un-Shirou-like; shifting from foot to foot, refusing to settle down, tossing glances at her every so often through the darkness, eyes unreadable and yet perhaps just a little… nervous?
At this rate, neither of us will sleep tonight.
Deedlit sighed and shifted from her sleeping place, propping up on one elbow. “Shirou?”
“Ah, sorry.” He sounded sheepish. Another un-Shirou-like thing; she’d never heard him like this. He almost sounded like the boy he should have been at this age, instead of the man he had been forced to become because of his ideals. “Am I keeping you awake?”
“I’m all right.” This wasn’t the first night she’d gone without sleep. “Is something bothering you?”
There was a long, awkward pause through the darkness; Deedlit shifted again, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, focusing her gaze on the shape of her traveling companion, absently studying him. When he didn’t respond, she giggled softly. “I’m not going to bite, you know,” she murmured.
Shirou winced, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. Finally, though, he spoke. “I was just thinking, uh… tomorrow. We’re close to a village.”
“Shirou, we’ve been close to many villages.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know, it’s just…” He exhaled. “Tomorrow it’ll be… you know. An elf village. Hidden in the forest. Small group.”
Deedlit’s breath caught in her lungs.
Of course, she knew of the village’s existence; she knew of all elves that still existed on the planet, even if their numbers had drastically shrunk down since the island of Lodoss had disappeared into the mists and people had ceased believing in magic. The village was small, full only of normal elves, and soon would disappear with the rest.
So why did…
Oh.
She lifted a brow, pushing loose strands of golden hair out of her eyes. “You want me to stay with them?”
“No!” He practically yelped it. “I was just thinking, you know, um… if you wanted to, you could. Stay with them. I wouldn’t judge you.”
Ah, she understood now. He didn’t want to leave her behind; he was simply giving her the option of staying with her own kind, as few of them remained and as short as their life spans would be, even for her, on her last years of life. He was worrying about her when really, considering he was on his way to partake in a small civil war, he should have really worried about himself.
Idiot.
… Then again, I seem to like idiots.
“Thank you, but I’d rather stay with you. If you don’t mind.”
He shook his head, quickly. “I don’t.”
And silence fell. The question had been asked and answered, but Shirou still seemed nervous, full of uncertain energy.
… Idiot.
Sighing quietly in both exasperation and amusement, the former priestess of the High Elves got to her feet, absently grabbing her old, worn cloak. She made her way over to her companion with light steps, kneeling down and draping it over him before she curled up at his side, one hand settling rather comfortably on his stomach.
“D-D-D-Deed?” he squeaked
“Go to sleep, Shirou.” Her voice was soft, her breath warm against his ear, and long golden strands tangled with his short, spiky white hair. “I’ll be here.”
He hesitated, then slowly exhaled and closed his eyes, shivering only a little as her palm slid up, resting over his heart, feeling his heartbeat.
And in spite of how badly it threw his often repressed hormones out of whack, it felt… oddly comforting, to have her presence next to him.
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You know, on my first post I made a list. I should really try sticking to it.
But hey, it's Lodoss. It's a start!
Last edited by RadiantBeam; February 22nd, 2012 at 09:53 AM.
... fluffy~
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Heroes of Justice
Semi-Random Pieces and Drabbles
Diaries of a Youthful Maiden
??? - new project, coming soon (by Valve time)
*chuckle* Forget plans - they almost never work. And yay, Deedlit! I was wondering if it was going to be her or Pirotess - but I suppose that she's more Archer's type.
. . . Love to know how they met.
“Love will be cruel to who it entices — love will have its sacrifices.”
— Carmilla Theme
"Evil isn't the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it's a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference."
―Jim Butcher, Vignette
Yeah, it's fluffy....and there's no lesbians.
I'm shocked.
Originally Posted by Hymn of RagnarokOriginally Posted by RadiantBeamThat's all, folks!
I really enjoyed this one, with Shirou being awkward and Deedlit being oddly comforting.
And I wouldn't say Pirtoess is Archer's type at all.
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Forest is a vampire who's a bit too good for her own good and doesn't know when to leave things alone. Armed with a ridiculously large hand gun, martial arts skills, a bitching pony car, and a love for pop culture she fights the forces of evil. Urban Fantasy 80's Style.
Originally Posted by ItsaRandomUsername
Now, I feel double-posted. X3
First Kiss (Fate/Prototype, Misaya x Ayaka)
“We’re being watched.”
Misaya murmurs it softly, because the walls have ears, and Ayaka feels a chill run down her back. Stupid, stupid, stupid; why the hell did she think it was safe for them to talk about War strategies after school?
She knows why, of course. Because they’ve done it before without a problem, and ever since forming an alliance with the red-eyed girl she’s gained a bit of confidence, even if she initially had to get over the whole “YOU SENT YOUR SERVANT TO KILL ME!” thing.
But now it’s a problem, because if they’re being watched, it’s probably related to the War. And if it’s related to the War…
Ayaka is very, very bad at hiding the fact that she’s a magus. Mostly because her father never taught her how to.
Because it’s her fault, she tries to stay calm, taking a deep breath and sliding her glasses back up her nose. She tries to stay calm, because Misaya is always calm even under pressure. “What do you suggest, Reiroukan?” They need a way to throw this person off, if it’s a Master trying to spy on their conversation.
Misaya considers their options, eyes flicking about the classroom before she finally settles her gaze on Ayaka. She studies her for a moment, then nods, making up her mind. “I have an idea. Close your eyes, and do as I do, got it?”
Ayaka nods and closes her eyes, not missing the slight edge of authority that enters Misaya’s voice as she gives the order; it’s probably why they get along so well, because the quiet girl has never questioned it—
And then all thought processes cease to exist as Misaya kisses her.
It isn’t a gentle kiss; it isn’t a warm, timid kiss like the kind Ayaka always sees in the movies and reads about in the books. It is a rough kiss, a hungry kiss, a claiming kiss, with just a bit of teeth and tongue, and when she gasps in surprise Misaya takes the opening to claim her even more deeply, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head up for a better angle.
Misaya is taller than Ayaka, and takes full advantage of this.
After what feels like an eternity and a second, Misaya pulls back, red eyes gleaming and a small, feral smirk on her face. Ayaka gulps, heart pounding, and tries to rearrange her thoughts. “Uh… I think he’s gone,” she gasps out.
“Hm, seems he is.” Misaya pulls back cool and composed, and Ayaka misses the warmth of her instantly. “I suppose our possible Master is a bit of a prude.”
“A bit,” Ayako echoes, dazed, and closes her eyes, shakily taking off her glasses to wipe them on her uniform so she has something to do with her hands. An odd thought crosses her mind. “Say, um, Reiroukan?”
“Hm?”
“Have you ever…. Kissed anyone before?”
Misaya grins, and Ayaka swears she has fangs. “That’s a secret, Sajyou.” She tilts her head to the side. “You?”
Ayaka is silent for a moment, lost in thought and trying to still her throbbing heart. So she was the only one affected by that kiss, then.
Makes sense, she supposes. First kiss and all.
It still hurts all the same. Just a little.
She slides her glasses back on. “It’s a secret.”
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Aiden inspired me. He's a bad influence like that.
.... Also, I swear I have no idea how it became angst at the end.
Awww, I have no idea where that angst came from.
I like it though. Hehehehe.
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My Work:
Heroes of Justice
Semi-Random Pieces and Drabbles
Diaries of a Youthful Maiden
??? - new project, coming soon (by Valve time)
Spoiler:Spoiler:
My Work:
Heroes of Justice
Semi-Random Pieces and Drabbles
Diaries of a Youthful Maiden
??? - new project, coming soon (by Valve time)
... ... I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be laughing. But I am just utterly tickled by the fact that this logic came into play:
Misaya: We are being watched by an evil wizard!
Ayakay: How can we deal with this danger?
Misaya: Only one way. Lesbians.
That is just... that is just so you. XD