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2014 shortfic catch-all
Shortfics from last year I neglected to post for one reason or another. To be updated if I stumble across more stuff that's slipped through the cracks.
3-sentence fics:
FE7
1. (Continuing off that Kent-is-dead fic)
No one frowned at him when he spent a little too long flirting with the shopkeeper's daughter; no one took him to task for exaggerating his injuries so he could see more of the army's lovely healers; no one pulled back on his arm and said "we can't afford a scene" when a stranger in town insulted Lady Lyndis and he almost challenged the man to a duel. No one told him to maintain his weapons better, stop trying to look heroic and just do his job, and for Elimine's sake be careful.
But he kept waiting for it, all the same.
2.
"But Lyn," said Florina, wide-eyed, "the armorer is a man."
"Why not take Serra with you? She'd probably be happy to do all the talking" - Lyn broke off as Florina started to shake her head - "all right, just describe the kind of lance you need and I'll buy it the next time I'm there."
FE8
"I'll never forget Lady L'Arachel's first words to me: 'You look strong, will you come fight for me?'"
"Yeah, I got almost the same line. Only I said, 'fifty thousand gold pieces,' and she said 'yes, yes'" - Rennac mimicked her bored expression and dismissive gestures, which at the time he'd made no note of but now would never forget - "and I actually took her at her word, the more fool me."
FE10
Micaiah pretended to be angry whenever he did it, saying "we're not children anymore," like she thought it was always her job to be the wiser and more responsible one and disapprove of anything that would attract attention. But she would always smile and joke with him afterward, and he noticed she definitely never forgot to take her share of the spoils. Unless and until all that changed, he'd keep doing this whenever the mood struck him - stealing a basket of sweet rolls and taking it up to meet her on the rooftops.
Drunken Paladin
Webber stared down at the snow angel with a critical eye and said, "Tiny paladin man should move his legs more to make it more like Webber's."
"You gotta be friggin' kidding me. I've already got snow in all kinds of nasty dark bodily crevices - I mean, sure, buddy, I'll just try again right now, no need to look at me like that."
Horatio Lyle
When Tess first mentioned her interest in the office of Prime Minister, Thomas sputtered, "But Miss Teresa, that's never -" but Lyle saw an opportunity.
"That's an admirable goal - why don't you try composing a speech for your eventual campaign?"
She grumbled about his always turning everything into work, of course, but the next day she stood before them like a proper orator and said, "I should be Prime Minister cos I know how to watch people, an' I got initiative, an' they'd have to let me close to the Queen's valuables."
OTGW
“You know why your hair looks so bad in the morning?” said Greg. “Because in your dreams, Beatrice is giving you noogies!”
“That’s” - Wirt paused, remembering a fleeting image of a smirk and a blue dress - “that makes more sense than I want it to.”
And this slightly longer Ib thing:
Garry spread his coat out on the damp grass and motioned for Ib to sit on it, but she remained standing, staring up into the night sky. So he stayed on his feet, too.
"There's another one," she said.
"Yeah, there should be one every few minutes. Keep your eyes peeled."
There was a long silence. Another meteor passed. "That's a lot of wishes," said Ib.
Garry hid a smile. She was still a kid, after all. Sometimes, with Ib, you forgot that. "It sure is. What are you thinking of wishing for?"
She glared at him. "I can't tell you that."
"Of course not. How silly of me to forget."
But when the next meteor passed, he looked down at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her mouth moving silently as she formed the words of her wish. His blood went cold. In the dark, one of those words looked like "Mary."
3-sentence fics:
FE7
1. (Continuing off that Kent-is-dead fic)
No one frowned at him when he spent a little too long flirting with the shopkeeper's daughter; no one took him to task for exaggerating his injuries so he could see more of the army's lovely healers; no one pulled back on his arm and said "we can't afford a scene" when a stranger in town insulted Lady Lyndis and he almost challenged the man to a duel. No one told him to maintain his weapons better, stop trying to look heroic and just do his job, and for Elimine's sake be careful.
But he kept waiting for it, all the same.
2.
"But Lyn," said Florina, wide-eyed, "the armorer is a man."
"Why not take Serra with you? She'd probably be happy to do all the talking" - Lyn broke off as Florina started to shake her head - "all right, just describe the kind of lance you need and I'll buy it the next time I'm there."
FE8
"I'll never forget Lady L'Arachel's first words to me: 'You look strong, will you come fight for me?'"
"Yeah, I got almost the same line. Only I said, 'fifty thousand gold pieces,' and she said 'yes, yes'" - Rennac mimicked her bored expression and dismissive gestures, which at the time he'd made no note of but now would never forget - "and I actually took her at her word, the more fool me."
FE10
Micaiah pretended to be angry whenever he did it, saying "we're not children anymore," like she thought it was always her job to be the wiser and more responsible one and disapprove of anything that would attract attention. But she would always smile and joke with him afterward, and he noticed she definitely never forgot to take her share of the spoils. Unless and until all that changed, he'd keep doing this whenever the mood struck him - stealing a basket of sweet rolls and taking it up to meet her on the rooftops.
Drunken Paladin
Webber stared down at the snow angel with a critical eye and said, "Tiny paladin man should move his legs more to make it more like Webber's."
"You gotta be friggin' kidding me. I've already got snow in all kinds of nasty dark bodily crevices - I mean, sure, buddy, I'll just try again right now, no need to look at me like that."
Horatio Lyle
When Tess first mentioned her interest in the office of Prime Minister, Thomas sputtered, "But Miss Teresa, that's never -" but Lyle saw an opportunity.
"That's an admirable goal - why don't you try composing a speech for your eventual campaign?"
She grumbled about his always turning everything into work, of course, but the next day she stood before them like a proper orator and said, "I should be Prime Minister cos I know how to watch people, an' I got initiative, an' they'd have to let me close to the Queen's valuables."
OTGW
“You know why your hair looks so bad in the morning?” said Greg. “Because in your dreams, Beatrice is giving you noogies!”
“That’s” - Wirt paused, remembering a fleeting image of a smirk and a blue dress - “that makes more sense than I want it to.”
And this slightly longer Ib thing:
Garry spread his coat out on the damp grass and motioned for Ib to sit on it, but she remained standing, staring up into the night sky. So he stayed on his feet, too.
"There's another one," she said.
"Yeah, there should be one every few minutes. Keep your eyes peeled."
There was a long silence. Another meteor passed. "That's a lot of wishes," said Ib.
Garry hid a smile. She was still a kid, after all. Sometimes, with Ib, you forgot that. "It sure is. What are you thinking of wishing for?"
She glared at him. "I can't tell you that."
"Of course not. How silly of me to forget."
But when the next meteor passed, he looked down at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her mouth moving silently as she formed the words of her wish. His blood went cold. In the dark, one of those words looked like "Mary."