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Entry tags:
- challenge: three sentences,
- character: fiora (fe7),
- character: kratos aurion,
- character: sheena fujibayashi,
- character: zelos wilder,
- fandom: etrian odyssey,
- fandom: fire emblem 15,
- fandom: fire emblem 6-7,
- fandom: fire emblem 8,
- fandom: h.p. lovecraft,
- fandom: tales of symphonia,
- pairing: sainfiora
Three sentence stuff
Some requested by friends, some from this ficathon. I'll probably keep editing this post as and if I do more, heh.
FE7
i. Kent did not object to the winter festivals in principle; people’s spirits needed lightening as the days grew shorter, and whether to find this in quiet contemplation or in warm celebration with family, or some third and less tasteful option, was a matter of personal preference.
But that was principle. In the event, he expressed his opinion as “Sain, where are you going with those decorations, that’s far too much mistletoe, SAIN DON’T RUN AWAY WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU -”
ii. High-altitude flight had mussed Fiora’s hair and reddened her eyes, and she smelled like pegasus, which was no more delicate a perfume than horse, and in some ways worse.
She was beautiful. She looked bored when Sain told her so.
FE8
Rennac cared about the Midwinter Ball only insofar as it would be full of gaudy people too drunk, and wearing too many layers, to notice if some of their accessories went missing.
L’Arachel had already claimed him for a dance, but that wouldn’t ruin his agenda. Might even be fun, seeing how many of those rings he could get off of the Queen’s fingers while every eye was on her, and while their footwork put every other pair in the hall to shame.
FE15
i. Stashing a bag of cookies in her breastplate had seemed like a great idea at the time - convenient snacks for later, right? - but, turns out, stuff shifts around over the course of a fight, and, turns out, super awkward to get caught rummaging around in your own boobs.
“Uh, hey, Boey?” said Mae. “I’d love to answer your questions, but there’s definitely a Terror, like, right behind you.”
ii. The Sage's Hamlet was too quiet; he could hear Celica passing by this hut they'd borrowed for the night, and then passing by again, and again, probably wrapped up in thinking about whatever princesses thought about. On her sixth pass Saber sighed, kicked free of his bedroll, and flagged her down from the doorway. "C'mon, lass, if you wanna disturb the peace that much, let's at least play cards."
iii. Ram Village had no resident priestess for the longest time, so weddings were done in the old style, secret sacraments in the forest clearing, hand tied to hand with a leather cord.
Faye looks at her bride over their bound hands, and Silque smiles back. Silque is their priestess now - they could have done this with ceremony, with all the approved hymns - but this is all Faye ever dreamed.
EO2U
Chloe, stone-faced, drew her sword and stared at the blade. "Those rocks you sold me weren't geodes."
The shopkeeper shot a panicked glance at him over Chloe's head, but Bertrand just folded his arms and leaned lazily in the doorframe.
Tales of Symphonia
i.The night they return from the Tower of Salvation, Sheena corners him: "That stuff about Mithos cutting you a deal - was it true? Did you really want out that badly?"
But Zelos just does that damn thing he does, the head tilt, the half-lidded eyes, that stupid smirk - "It's called acting, hunny."
ii. No one in this town knows enough to tell the difference. An elf will be whatever she says it is. Still Raine styles Genis's hair to hide his ears, even when he fusses and pushes her hands away.
iii. Kratos has done this before, leading hundreds of blond children to sacrifice on the altar of Mithos's grief, and if anything about that was going to trouble him, it wouldn't be merely that he lied about it. Even now it's not deceiving Colette he regrets, but the youth standing beside her. I named you, he can't say, or you're going to lose her, or Anna would be proud of one of us, at least.
Herbert West - Reanimator
“I used to have dreams and ambitions, you know - and do you want to guess how many of them involved helping you steal cadavers? I’ve compromised enough, and I’m drawing the line here.”
“Oh, is that what you call filling my Turkey carpet with bullet holes just because you had an attack of scruples over one measly little undead cat?”
FE7
i. Kent did not object to the winter festivals in principle; people’s spirits needed lightening as the days grew shorter, and whether to find this in quiet contemplation or in warm celebration with family, or some third and less tasteful option, was a matter of personal preference.
But that was principle. In the event, he expressed his opinion as “Sain, where are you going with those decorations, that’s far too much mistletoe, SAIN DON’T RUN AWAY WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU -”
ii. High-altitude flight had mussed Fiora’s hair and reddened her eyes, and she smelled like pegasus, which was no more delicate a perfume than horse, and in some ways worse.
She was beautiful. She looked bored when Sain told her so.
FE8
Rennac cared about the Midwinter Ball only insofar as it would be full of gaudy people too drunk, and wearing too many layers, to notice if some of their accessories went missing.
L’Arachel had already claimed him for a dance, but that wouldn’t ruin his agenda. Might even be fun, seeing how many of those rings he could get off of the Queen’s fingers while every eye was on her, and while their footwork put every other pair in the hall to shame.
FE15
i. Stashing a bag of cookies in her breastplate had seemed like a great idea at the time - convenient snacks for later, right? - but, turns out, stuff shifts around over the course of a fight, and, turns out, super awkward to get caught rummaging around in your own boobs.
“Uh, hey, Boey?” said Mae. “I’d love to answer your questions, but there’s definitely a Terror, like, right behind you.”
ii. The Sage's Hamlet was too quiet; he could hear Celica passing by this hut they'd borrowed for the night, and then passing by again, and again, probably wrapped up in thinking about whatever princesses thought about. On her sixth pass Saber sighed, kicked free of his bedroll, and flagged her down from the doorway. "C'mon, lass, if you wanna disturb the peace that much, let's at least play cards."
iii. Ram Village had no resident priestess for the longest time, so weddings were done in the old style, secret sacraments in the forest clearing, hand tied to hand with a leather cord.
Faye looks at her bride over their bound hands, and Silque smiles back. Silque is their priestess now - they could have done this with ceremony, with all the approved hymns - but this is all Faye ever dreamed.
EO2U
Chloe, stone-faced, drew her sword and stared at the blade. "Those rocks you sold me weren't geodes."
The shopkeeper shot a panicked glance at him over Chloe's head, but Bertrand just folded his arms and leaned lazily in the doorframe.
Tales of Symphonia
i.The night they return from the Tower of Salvation, Sheena corners him: "That stuff about Mithos cutting you a deal - was it true? Did you really want out that badly?"
But Zelos just does that damn thing he does, the head tilt, the half-lidded eyes, that stupid smirk - "It's called acting, hunny."
ii. No one in this town knows enough to tell the difference. An elf will be whatever she says it is. Still Raine styles Genis's hair to hide his ears, even when he fusses and pushes her hands away.
iii. Kratos has done this before, leading hundreds of blond children to sacrifice on the altar of Mithos's grief, and if anything about that was going to trouble him, it wouldn't be merely that he lied about it. Even now it's not deceiving Colette he regrets, but the youth standing beside her. I named you, he can't say, or you're going to lose her, or Anna would be proud of one of us, at least.
Herbert West - Reanimator
“I used to have dreams and ambitions, you know - and do you want to guess how many of them involved helping you steal cadavers? I’ve compromised enough, and I’m drawing the line here.”
“Oh, is that what you call filling my Turkey carpet with bullet holes just because you had an attack of scruples over one measly little undead cat?”
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