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remember alear: you chose this
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Engage
Character(s): Griss & Zephia (Alear is mentioned)
Pairing(s): Griss/Alear
Word Count: 708
Summary: Zephia gives Griss her approval for his budding relationship... or something like it.
Notes: Looks at Sable. Looks away. Based on a psl as usual! I also wrote this months ago, I just forgot about it and found it in my drafts?? So I polished it up and here it is.
Griss doesn't have the luxury of sleeping in. There's far too much to do on the Somniel now that the war's over - many of those princes and princesses are getting ready to head back to their respective kingdoms and Alear's going to have her hands full shuffling people around, but even the remnants of Sombron's army aren't permitted to remain idle.
That's why Zephia's banging on his door way too early, he supposes, and Griss doesn't dare refuse her. He lets her in and flops back on the bed as she takes a seat at the vanity.
"Did you have a good time last night?" Her voice is conversational, but when he glances up at the mirror he can see she's smirking. Zephia's hair is already in order - braids tied back as always - but she's checking her appearance and not looking at him, even in the reflection.
"I'm not awake enough for this," Griss groans and drapes an arm back over his eyes dramatically.
Zephia tuts, turning in the seat to look at him. "Come now, you have some important news to tell me, don't you?"
Once again he glances over at her and briefly wonders how she knows, before remembering that Alear mentioned the Pact Ring to her. Yeah, she probably made assumptions about last night, but it's not like Zephia's wrong. She's always had damn good instincts, after all.
Griss lifts his hand - the Pact Ring stands out as the one different ring he's wearing; the other thick, dark rings clashing against its beauty. "Yeah, guess so."
She doesn't rush him, simply watching him as he works out how to explain what happened.
"Alear gave me a gift, before we went off to battle. Told me I had to stay alive so I could open it afterwards."
"The nerve," Zephia's hand is in front of her mouth, as if to stifle a laugh.
Griss can't help but grin at it anyway. "Yeah. It was really rude. But we talked about it last night - she said she'd asked you to explain the Pact Ring."
"Did she? Hmm, perhaps I forgot." Though her expression doesn't make it obvious, there's a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, 'course you did." Griss laughs and pushes himself up off the bed, gaze dropping back to the ring after a moment. "But yeah, she said she wanted to spend more time with me, so."
"You’re dating, then?"
It sounds weird to put it like that, but that is what it comes down to, isn't it? "Yeah, guess so."
Zephia reaches out then; one perfectly manicured hand buries itself in his hair, gently tousling it. "Do be careful with her, will you? The last thing we need is for the Divine Dragon's allies to decide you're a danger to her."
He leans into the hair-playing, but makes a face as if the contact isn't wanted. It's... nice. Zephia doesn't usually do this. She's been more open to it since they arrived here, which he suspects is because they actually had to talk about their feelings and now she's determined to treat him like family - better than the Hounds, even - since he's the only one she has left.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna carve her up." He rolls his eyes and waves a hand, obviously flippant.
Zephia's smile is far too innocent for what comes out of her mouth next, "Unless she's into that."
"Wh— No! That's not—"
She pulls back with a loud laugh and then leans a bit so Griss can see his expression in the mirror - it's not often he looks this taken aback, and the flush is certainly new. That's somehow even more embarrassing, and he watches himself turn even more red.
"I'm proud of you." Zephia says, as if she didn't just come for his entire life. "I trust you'll be good to her."
"Yeah, I... I'll try. Can't say I know what I'm doin', but I don't plan on hurtin' her." A long pause follows as Griss inclines his head, thinking.
"I mean, unless she really is into it—"
"Why did I give you any ideas." Zephia sighs, defeated.
Character(s): Griss & Zephia (Alear is mentioned)
Pairing(s): Griss/Alear
Word Count: 708
Summary: Zephia gives Griss her approval for his budding relationship... or something like it.
Notes: Looks at Sable. Looks away. Based on a psl as usual! I also wrote this months ago, I just forgot about it and found it in my drafts?? So I polished it up and here it is.
Griss doesn't have the luxury of sleeping in. There's far too much to do on the Somniel now that the war's over - many of those princes and princesses are getting ready to head back to their respective kingdoms and Alear's going to have her hands full shuffling people around, but even the remnants of Sombron's army aren't permitted to remain idle.
That's why Zephia's banging on his door way too early, he supposes, and Griss doesn't dare refuse her. He lets her in and flops back on the bed as she takes a seat at the vanity.
"Did you have a good time last night?" Her voice is conversational, but when he glances up at the mirror he can see she's smirking. Zephia's hair is already in order - braids tied back as always - but she's checking her appearance and not looking at him, even in the reflection.
"I'm not awake enough for this," Griss groans and drapes an arm back over his eyes dramatically.
Zephia tuts, turning in the seat to look at him. "Come now, you have some important news to tell me, don't you?"
Once again he glances over at her and briefly wonders how she knows, before remembering that Alear mentioned the Pact Ring to her. Yeah, she probably made assumptions about last night, but it's not like Zephia's wrong. She's always had damn good instincts, after all.
Griss lifts his hand - the Pact Ring stands out as the one different ring he's wearing; the other thick, dark rings clashing against its beauty. "Yeah, guess so."
She doesn't rush him, simply watching him as he works out how to explain what happened.
"Alear gave me a gift, before we went off to battle. Told me I had to stay alive so I could open it afterwards."
"The nerve," Zephia's hand is in front of her mouth, as if to stifle a laugh.
Griss can't help but grin at it anyway. "Yeah. It was really rude. But we talked about it last night - she said she'd asked you to explain the Pact Ring."
"Did she? Hmm, perhaps I forgot." Though her expression doesn't make it obvious, there's a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah, 'course you did." Griss laughs and pushes himself up off the bed, gaze dropping back to the ring after a moment. "But yeah, she said she wanted to spend more time with me, so."
"You’re dating, then?"
It sounds weird to put it like that, but that is what it comes down to, isn't it? "Yeah, guess so."
Zephia reaches out then; one perfectly manicured hand buries itself in his hair, gently tousling it. "Do be careful with her, will you? The last thing we need is for the Divine Dragon's allies to decide you're a danger to her."
He leans into the hair-playing, but makes a face as if the contact isn't wanted. It's... nice. Zephia doesn't usually do this. She's been more open to it since they arrived here, which he suspects is because they actually had to talk about their feelings and now she's determined to treat him like family - better than the Hounds, even - since he's the only one she has left.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna carve her up." He rolls his eyes and waves a hand, obviously flippant.
Zephia's smile is far too innocent for what comes out of her mouth next, "Unless she's into that."
"Wh— No! That's not—"
She pulls back with a loud laugh and then leans a bit so Griss can see his expression in the mirror - it's not often he looks this taken aback, and the flush is certainly new. That's somehow even more embarrassing, and he watches himself turn even more red.
"I'm proud of you." Zephia says, as if she didn't just come for his entire life. "I trust you'll be good to her."
"Yeah, I... I'll try. Can't say I know what I'm doin', but I don't plan on hurtin' her." A long pause follows as Griss inclines his head, thinking.
"I mean, unless she really is into it—"
"Why did I give you any ideas." Zephia sighs, defeated.