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As You Wish
Title: As You Wish
Fandom: Fire Emblem: the Sacred Stones
Characters: Rennac, L'Arachel
Genre: why do I even have this lever
Word count: 294
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I think that word means what I think it means.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fe_drabble Challenge 05 - Unsaid Words.
No one has ever asked Rennac for a list of synonyms for “impossible,” and it’s almost a pity. He’s compiled rather an exhaustive one. This is in part because he doesn’t want to get too redundant and in part because every other day he has to find a way to express new heights of incredulity. He keeps meaning to get around to “inconceivable,” but has never yet managed it. Name a harebrained scheme, and Princess L’Arachel will have conceived of it “positively ages ago, and if you don’t finish tying up those saddlebags soon we shall all be late!”
“Late to vanquishing the forces of evil?” he considers saying, but doesn’t. “I doubt they’re going anywhere.”
“Oh, but one never knows,” he imagines her saying, so earnest it’s nearly terrifying. “Besides, they’ve waited for ages to be vanquished at my hand. It would hardly be fair of me to stand between them and their destiny any longer.”
“What’s all this sighing about, Rennac?” the real L’Arachel demands, reining her horse in bare hand’s-breadths away. “This is not an opportunity afforded to everyone. You should stop and consider your good fortune.”
“Stop?” he doesn’t say. “I thought we were going to be late.”
He’s learned a few things over the years – not enough, apparently, to cut his losses and leave, but enough that he doesn’t bother asking many questions anymore. The answers are seldom other than frustrating or depressing. The same goes for suggesting that she change her plans – it never gets anywhere and is accordingly both frustrating and depressing. So he didn’t ask her to consider a honeymoon less centered around combat, or one that did not involve hordes of the undead. Such a thing would be, for his princess, truly impossible.
Inconceivable, even.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: the Sacred Stones
Characters: Rennac, L'Arachel
Genre: why do I even have this lever
Word count: 294
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I think that word means what I think it means.
fe_drabble Challenge 05 - Unsaid Words.No one has ever asked Rennac for a list of synonyms for “impossible,” and it’s almost a pity. He’s compiled rather an exhaustive one. This is in part because he doesn’t want to get too redundant and in part because every other day he has to find a way to express new heights of incredulity. He keeps meaning to get around to “inconceivable,” but has never yet managed it. Name a harebrained scheme, and Princess L’Arachel will have conceived of it “positively ages ago, and if you don’t finish tying up those saddlebags soon we shall all be late!”
“Late to vanquishing the forces of evil?” he considers saying, but doesn’t. “I doubt they’re going anywhere.”
“Oh, but one never knows,” he imagines her saying, so earnest it’s nearly terrifying. “Besides, they’ve waited for ages to be vanquished at my hand. It would hardly be fair of me to stand between them and their destiny any longer.”
“What’s all this sighing about, Rennac?” the real L’Arachel demands, reining her horse in bare hand’s-breadths away. “This is not an opportunity afforded to everyone. You should stop and consider your good fortune.”
“Stop?” he doesn’t say. “I thought we were going to be late.”
He’s learned a few things over the years – not enough, apparently, to cut his losses and leave, but enough that he doesn’t bother asking many questions anymore. The answers are seldom other than frustrating or depressing. The same goes for suggesting that she change her plans – it never gets anywhere and is accordingly both frustrating and depressing. So he didn’t ask her to consider a honeymoon less centered around combat, or one that did not involve hordes of the undead. Such a thing would be, for his princess, truly impossible.
Inconceivable, even.