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shinonFandom: Fire Emblem 7
Characters: Pent/Louise
Word count: ~500
Warnings: none
Notes: One-word prompt meme thing; prompt is "magnificent," courtesy of Myaru.
Uhhh I apparently forgot to post this back in June when I wrote it, so. ARCHIVED. (Also I guess I've still got two one-word prompts left to fill. I'll probably do them over break. Much, I predict, to the consternation of the original prompters. B|)
The expected thunderstorm broke shortly after midday, sending all those abroad scurrying for shelter. Count Reglay, on the other hand, was induced to hurriedly improvise a bookmark from the nearest scrap of parchment to hand, then to proceed directly onto the battlements. He had, for reasons entirely arcane to the serving staff, always enjoyed watching storms. No one had thought to warn his bride of this yet; it was so early in the season they hadn't expected the issue to arise.
But here it was, the wind picking up in earnest, pelting Castle Reglay with frigid rain and was that hail?
And here was Lord Pent, his cloak only half done-up, staring at the lightning that flickered between the distant clouds. His expression was nearly gleeful - but in that distracted way he had, like with half his mind he was seeing the world and with the other half he was comparing it to some book he'd read.
Someone should probably warn Lady Louise. They were all so fond of the girl. And though there did seem to be a genuine affection between her and Lord Pent - quite a lot of affection, sometimes of a decidedly noisy bent - they had not yet been married so long that she could be fully aware of his more alarming propensities. Where was she? Someone had better find her, let her know what was going on and that it was no cause for concern. The storm was drawing closer and would surely get worse, and Lord Pent was not in the habit of going back in until "the interesting part" was well over.
...Oh. She was already out there.
Her cloak wasn't done up either.
"Louise," he said, startled, after she'd been standing next to him for at least two distinct lightning flashes.
"Lord Pent," she said, smiling. "I see you're here, too."
"Yes." He still looked surprised. "Your clothes..."
"A bit of rain won't hurt them." She tilted her face up into what was, strictly speaking, considerably more than a bit of rain. "I never let weather bother me. Anyway, I said I would always protect you. I'd be doing a poor job of that if I let a little storm drive me from your side."
There was a thoughtful pause. They stared at each other in mutual amused bafflement.
Finally Lord Pent waved a hand at the oncoming storm. "You know that Anima is the magic of nature. We sages can do incredible things. I can call lightning to strike at any time with minimal preparation, but -" The sky obligingly cracked open with light, and the roar of the thunder was not far behind. "It's getting closer," Pent said excitedly. "But, as I was saying... anything that can be accomplished by magic pales in comparison to this. The grandeur of its raw form - I try never to lose sight of this. It's -"
"- magnificent," said Louise.
Pent's eyebrows shot up. "Yes. Exactly. I can't even remember how long it's been since anyone agreed."
"I don't see what's to disagree with, my lord." She spread her arms and twirled around once in the downpour, because she could.
She was magnificent, too.
Characters: Pent/Louise
Word count: ~500
Warnings: none
Notes: One-word prompt meme thing; prompt is "magnificent," courtesy of Myaru.
Uhhh I apparently forgot to post this back in June when I wrote it, so. ARCHIVED. (Also I guess I've still got two one-word prompts left to fill. I'll probably do them over break. Much, I predict, to the consternation of the original prompters. B|)
The expected thunderstorm broke shortly after midday, sending all those abroad scurrying for shelter. Count Reglay, on the other hand, was induced to hurriedly improvise a bookmark from the nearest scrap of parchment to hand, then to proceed directly onto the battlements. He had, for reasons entirely arcane to the serving staff, always enjoyed watching storms. No one had thought to warn his bride of this yet; it was so early in the season they hadn't expected the issue to arise.
But here it was, the wind picking up in earnest, pelting Castle Reglay with frigid rain and was that hail?
And here was Lord Pent, his cloak only half done-up, staring at the lightning that flickered between the distant clouds. His expression was nearly gleeful - but in that distracted way he had, like with half his mind he was seeing the world and with the other half he was comparing it to some book he'd read.
Someone should probably warn Lady Louise. They were all so fond of the girl. And though there did seem to be a genuine affection between her and Lord Pent - quite a lot of affection, sometimes of a decidedly noisy bent - they had not yet been married so long that she could be fully aware of his more alarming propensities. Where was she? Someone had better find her, let her know what was going on and that it was no cause for concern. The storm was drawing closer and would surely get worse, and Lord Pent was not in the habit of going back in until "the interesting part" was well over.
...Oh. She was already out there.
Her cloak wasn't done up either.
"Louise," he said, startled, after she'd been standing next to him for at least two distinct lightning flashes.
"Lord Pent," she said, smiling. "I see you're here, too."
"Yes." He still looked surprised. "Your clothes..."
"A bit of rain won't hurt them." She tilted her face up into what was, strictly speaking, considerably more than a bit of rain. "I never let weather bother me. Anyway, I said I would always protect you. I'd be doing a poor job of that if I let a little storm drive me from your side."
There was a thoughtful pause. They stared at each other in mutual amused bafflement.
Finally Lord Pent waved a hand at the oncoming storm. "You know that Anima is the magic of nature. We sages can do incredible things. I can call lightning to strike at any time with minimal preparation, but -" The sky obligingly cracked open with light, and the roar of the thunder was not far behind. "It's getting closer," Pent said excitedly. "But, as I was saying... anything that can be accomplished by magic pales in comparison to this. The grandeur of its raw form - I try never to lose sight of this. It's -"
"- magnificent," said Louise.
Pent's eyebrows shot up. "Yes. Exactly. I can't even remember how long it's been since anyone agreed."
"I don't see what's to disagree with, my lord." She spread her arms and twirled around once in the downpour, because she could.
She was magnificent, too.
