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QUEEN
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening, Pokémon Sun & Moon, RP (Trustfell)
Character(s): Gangrel, Lusamine
Pairing(s): Gangrel/Lusamine
Word Count: 915
Summary: AU where Gangrel figures his shit out before killing some people. And then probably proceeds to go kill some people later that week.
Notes: For Sable, again! I WARNED YOU I COULDN'T QUIT.
Spending time in Gangrel’s room really isn’t all that terrible. She’ll work on her notes and he’ll entertain himself (he’s taken to reading murder mysteries lately; if either of them were better people she’d think that maybe he was trying to be of more use during the investigations and trials, but she knows better) and for most of the day they’ll sit in comfortable silence, with only the occasional flip of the page to break the nearly-oppressive silence.
Lusamine doesn’t mind, of course. It’s almost refreshing to find that Gangrel can be quiet. Occasionally she can feel his eyes on her - like now - but she never pays it much mind and continues writing. Her notes for the week don’t contain anything important (yet; it’s only Monday) but she can’t abide wasting a day without jotting something down.
“Hey,” He speaks suddenly from where he’s sitting on the bed. She doesn’t turn until she’s finished writing her current thought, but when she does she finds that he’s holding onto that golden shield of his. The Fire Emblem. She’s asked the significance of it before but the most she’s gotten is that it’s a treasure belonging to the Ylisseans. For whatever reason, it’s captivated Gangrel’s interest lately.
He doesn’t look up at her as he continues, “What do you plan to do once we’re out of here?”
She tips her head slightly, raising a hand to her mouth as she thinks. “Well, I do have a good amount to check on at home,” She speaks evenly, not letting even the tiniest bit of uncertainty slip through the cracks. Her memories have been confusing at best, but she doesn’t need to let him know just how much they trouble her. It’s not as though they ever talk about such dreadful topics. “And you?”
Gangrel doesn’t answer right away. “I’ll go home, of course. Plegia needs a ruler and I’m the only one cut out for the job.” His eyes are still on the shield. He looks troubled.
That earns a nod from her. It’s the same reason she’s going home, after all, though it’s not as though she leads all of Alola. She can hardly imagine being in charge of so many people. It must be tiring. “Why do you ask?”
He shrugs a bit and sets the golden shield aside. “I thought maybe you’d agree to come with me.”
“Oh?” That’s new. Lusamine raises a brow and waits for him to elaborate, one hand still in front of her mouth to hide her slight expression of bemusement.
Another shrug. “Plegia’s an interesting place. Dangerous, but interesting. I thought maybe you’d like to see it.” He’s not looking at her. That’s the most damning thing, since the man rarely breaks eye contact even when it would be appropriate to do so, but now he can’t seem to find her eyes or stay still. She’s never seen him fidget this much before.
“You’ve told me a bit about Plegia. It’s a desert region, isn’t it?”
He nods. “It may be a desert, but it’s a rich country.”
There’s something he’s not quite getting at, but she’s not sure what it is. Lusamine’s eyes narrow a bit as she tries to work it out. Could it be that he’s remembered something and that’s making this so awkward? Perhaps he doesn’t want her to return home, but why? What reason could he possibly have to keep her from her home—
“Lusamine,” He hasn’t used any of those degrading pet names in a long time, has he? “I have a selfish request of you.” He’s finally managed to look back up, but his eyes don’t stay on her for long before suddenly he’s staring at the wall. She glances over out of habit, but of course there’s nothing there.
“What would that request be?” She asks cautiously as she forces herself to look back at him.
Gangrel reaches out then, faster than she’d expect and faster than she can react. His right hand takes her left and she blinks while she processes the sudden movement. Despite his long, dangerous-looking nails, his grip is gentle. “Will you return with me? Will you agree to be my queen?”
The silence is deafening as she tries to process what she’s just been asked. Lusamine can nearly feel her brain come to a screeching halt as the words echo around in her head. Queen? Her? His queen? She can hardly believe what she’s hearing.
(And some part of her notes disdainfully that he’s not even proposing properly. But should she really expect anything else from a man like him?)
“I—” She starts awkwardly, if only to break the silence. “I’m not…”
“Gah, forget it.” He grunts and drops her hand. He’s rubbing the back of his head with his other hand and he looks irritated. “Let’s never mention that ever again.”
Surely he knows better than to think that she’d drop it so easily. She opens her mouth to tease him or to threaten to tease him about it, but ultimately she can’t find the words she needs.
(Will you agree to be my queen?)
Instead, she gathers up her sketchbook and her pen and takes her leave. Gangrel’s expression has gone stormy and furious by the time she turns to pull the door shut behind her, but she doesn’t stop. She feels like she can’t get out of the room fast enough.
She’s not even sure why this has shaken her so badly.
Character(s): Gangrel, Lusamine
Pairing(s): Gangrel/Lusamine
Word Count: 915
Summary: AU where Gangrel figures his shit out before killing some people. And then probably proceeds to go kill some people later that week.
Notes: For Sable, again! I WARNED YOU I COULDN'T QUIT.
Spending time in Gangrel’s room really isn’t all that terrible. She’ll work on her notes and he’ll entertain himself (he’s taken to reading murder mysteries lately; if either of them were better people she’d think that maybe he was trying to be of more use during the investigations and trials, but she knows better) and for most of the day they’ll sit in comfortable silence, with only the occasional flip of the page to break the nearly-oppressive silence.
Lusamine doesn’t mind, of course. It’s almost refreshing to find that Gangrel can be quiet. Occasionally she can feel his eyes on her - like now - but she never pays it much mind and continues writing. Her notes for the week don’t contain anything important (yet; it’s only Monday) but she can’t abide wasting a day without jotting something down.
“Hey,” He speaks suddenly from where he’s sitting on the bed. She doesn’t turn until she’s finished writing her current thought, but when she does she finds that he’s holding onto that golden shield of his. The Fire Emblem. She’s asked the significance of it before but the most she’s gotten is that it’s a treasure belonging to the Ylisseans. For whatever reason, it’s captivated Gangrel’s interest lately.
He doesn’t look up at her as he continues, “What do you plan to do once we’re out of here?”
She tips her head slightly, raising a hand to her mouth as she thinks. “Well, I do have a good amount to check on at home,” She speaks evenly, not letting even the tiniest bit of uncertainty slip through the cracks. Her memories have been confusing at best, but she doesn’t need to let him know just how much they trouble her. It’s not as though they ever talk about such dreadful topics. “And you?”
Gangrel doesn’t answer right away. “I’ll go home, of course. Plegia needs a ruler and I’m the only one cut out for the job.” His eyes are still on the shield. He looks troubled.
That earns a nod from her. It’s the same reason she’s going home, after all, though it’s not as though she leads all of Alola. She can hardly imagine being in charge of so many people. It must be tiring. “Why do you ask?”
He shrugs a bit and sets the golden shield aside. “I thought maybe you’d agree to come with me.”
“Oh?” That’s new. Lusamine raises a brow and waits for him to elaborate, one hand still in front of her mouth to hide her slight expression of bemusement.
Another shrug. “Plegia’s an interesting place. Dangerous, but interesting. I thought maybe you’d like to see it.” He’s not looking at her. That’s the most damning thing, since the man rarely breaks eye contact even when it would be appropriate to do so, but now he can’t seem to find her eyes or stay still. She’s never seen him fidget this much before.
“You’ve told me a bit about Plegia. It’s a desert region, isn’t it?”
He nods. “It may be a desert, but it’s a rich country.”
There’s something he’s not quite getting at, but she’s not sure what it is. Lusamine’s eyes narrow a bit as she tries to work it out. Could it be that he’s remembered something and that’s making this so awkward? Perhaps he doesn’t want her to return home, but why? What reason could he possibly have to keep her from her home—
“Lusamine,” He hasn’t used any of those degrading pet names in a long time, has he? “I have a selfish request of you.” He’s finally managed to look back up, but his eyes don’t stay on her for long before suddenly he’s staring at the wall. She glances over out of habit, but of course there’s nothing there.
“What would that request be?” She asks cautiously as she forces herself to look back at him.
Gangrel reaches out then, faster than she’d expect and faster than she can react. His right hand takes her left and she blinks while she processes the sudden movement. Despite his long, dangerous-looking nails, his grip is gentle. “Will you return with me? Will you agree to be my queen?”
The silence is deafening as she tries to process what she’s just been asked. Lusamine can nearly feel her brain come to a screeching halt as the words echo around in her head. Queen? Her? His queen? She can hardly believe what she’s hearing.
(And some part of her notes disdainfully that he’s not even proposing properly. But should she really expect anything else from a man like him?)
“I—” She starts awkwardly, if only to break the silence. “I’m not…”
“Gah, forget it.” He grunts and drops her hand. He’s rubbing the back of his head with his other hand and he looks irritated. “Let’s never mention that ever again.”
Surely he knows better than to think that she’d drop it so easily. She opens her mouth to tease him or to threaten to tease him about it, but ultimately she can’t find the words she needs.
(Will you agree to be my queen?)
Instead, she gathers up her sketchbook and her pen and takes her leave. Gangrel’s expression has gone stormy and furious by the time she turns to pull the door shut behind her, but she doesn’t stop. She feels like she can’t get out of the room fast enough.
She’s not even sure why this has shaken her so badly.