Challenge 009 - Pulse
Title: Pulse
Game: FE6
Word Count: 450
Pairings/Characters: Bartre, Fir
Warnings: Brief description of battle injury - nothing above PG.
No spoilers unless family relations count... :P
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It was that soft thumping of pulse. It was all that she could hear as she tried so hard to be quiet - covered her mouth with a hand to muffle even her breathing. From here, she couldn't even see anyone else in the unit. The ground shook from hoof-beats, occasionally, though, and she struggled with herself to stay down behind the thick pine. Stiff bark dug into her back, and fallen twigs and needles into her thighs and free hand.
I mustn't be afraid, she thought sternly to herself. I will find someone when the battle is over.
The words rang false to her, but it was what she had. The remains of a vulnerary dulled the pain of a deep cut on her sword arm - crippling and making her useless for battle. But a healer could fix it. A healer would fix it. Everyone had moments of failure. It was- okay-
The crunch of a heavy footstep snapping a twig behind her, too close, sent fresh shivers down her spine. Three, maybe four feet away, from the volume.
She trembled, had to still herself from shaking for fear of giving away her presence.
That sort of build, to have footfalls so loud... she could likely survive an encounter with such a person. If they were slowed by their size or a heavy weapon, even without her dominant hand, there would still be hope-
She wouldn't be able to move without making any noise until already being discovered, but-
Another step, a sort of shuffling. Closer, yes, but more to the side.
More steps lead her to turn her head just the slightest and see a bit of movement around the trunk of the tree, but without moving more, she couldn't discern it. It was too far over now to attack without giving away her position-
Several more steps followed, and she turned back, readied herself-
"Fir?! What on earth are you doing out here?! And with so much blood on your clothes!" a familiar voice asked.
"F-father?" she asked in reply, standing quickly.
"Ach! You're wounded! We've been looking about the area for anyone left behind! Roy will find it well that you're- I was worried!" Bartre said, moving forward as though to embrace her but backing away at the last moment out of concern for the damaged shoulder. "Let me help you back!"
She walked over and let him pull her uninjured arm over his shoulder, him having to stoop slightly to avoid lifting her slight weight. "Ah... thank you, Father," she said.
"You... you must take care of yourself," Bartre murmured. He turned his head away from her as they walked, and Fir knew why.
Game: FE6
Word Count: 450
Pairings/Characters: Bartre, Fir
Warnings: Brief description of battle injury - nothing above PG.
No spoilers unless family relations count... :P
- - - -
It was that soft thumping of pulse. It was all that she could hear as she tried so hard to be quiet - covered her mouth with a hand to muffle even her breathing. From here, she couldn't even see anyone else in the unit. The ground shook from hoof-beats, occasionally, though, and she struggled with herself to stay down behind the thick pine. Stiff bark dug into her back, and fallen twigs and needles into her thighs and free hand.
I mustn't be afraid, she thought sternly to herself. I will find someone when the battle is over.
The words rang false to her, but it was what she had. The remains of a vulnerary dulled the pain of a deep cut on her sword arm - crippling and making her useless for battle. But a healer could fix it. A healer would fix it. Everyone had moments of failure. It was- okay-
The crunch of a heavy footstep snapping a twig behind her, too close, sent fresh shivers down her spine. Three, maybe four feet away, from the volume.
She trembled, had to still herself from shaking for fear of giving away her presence.
That sort of build, to have footfalls so loud... she could likely survive an encounter with such a person. If they were slowed by their size or a heavy weapon, even without her dominant hand, there would still be hope-
She wouldn't be able to move without making any noise until already being discovered, but-
Another step, a sort of shuffling. Closer, yes, but more to the side.
More steps lead her to turn her head just the slightest and see a bit of movement around the trunk of the tree, but without moving more, she couldn't discern it. It was too far over now to attack without giving away her position-
Several more steps followed, and she turned back, readied herself-
"Fir?! What on earth are you doing out here?! And with so much blood on your clothes!" a familiar voice asked.
"F-father?" she asked in reply, standing quickly.
"Ach! You're wounded! We've been looking about the area for anyone left behind! Roy will find it well that you're- I was worried!" Bartre said, moving forward as though to embrace her but backing away at the last moment out of concern for the damaged shoulder. "Let me help you back!"
She walked over and let him pull her uninjured arm over his shoulder, him having to stoop slightly to avoid lifting her slight weight. "Ah... thank you, Father," she said.
"You... you must take care of yourself," Bartre murmured. He turned his head away from her as they walked, and Fir knew why.