Elincia/Lucia fanfic
Title: Love
Game: Path of Radiance
Pairing/characters: Elincia/Lucia
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Notes: I wrote this awhile ago...and dug it out of my flash drive. So, here. First time poster. Comments would be lovely.
I love you.
Three simple words. Three simple words that take more courage than the grandest hero Tellius has ever seen possesses. Obviously, I’ve neither the courage nor the strength to face you and say them out loud. I don’t think I could bear your rejection. I enjoy our simple friendship. Never going beyond the boundaries of Princess and Protector.
I’ve only come to watch the ending of this war. I’ve not seen the great hardships you’ve endured on your perilous journey all over our continent. I wasn’t there for the Apostle of Begnion’s approval of you and the lending of her Holy Knights. Or for the rebirth of the Serenes Forest. All I was here for was your miraculous victory over General Petrine of Daein and beyond.
I have the grace to sit quietly as you describe your feelings for the mercenary-turned-general Ike. I have the discipline to not blurt my adoration out while you worry over his seeming lack of affections. But even with grace and discipline, my heart is shattered again and again as I suffer in silence. Taking my anguish out on any unfortunate soldier of Daein in my path during battle.
When my brother asks me if there is anything the matter, all I can manage is a shake of my head, for to speak would bring a flood of emotion no being, beorc or laguz, could hope to stop. I can barely tolerate Bastian’s sympathetic looks from across the mess tent. The gentle shoulder pats I am given as he passes. He knows, only because he is rather observant, and an avid reader of romantic poems in which desperation is described in detail.
I stand in the crowd of Crimeans waiting for you to appear on the balcony of the palace. I saw Ike disappear earlier and I can only assume he’s up there with you. My suspicions are confirmed as he escorts you onto the balcony. I slip out of the crowd, I cannot watch the effortless affection between you two, even as it is you speaking of Crimea’s freedom.
As I sit on the castle wall, gazing across our healing landscape, I envision you. I see in perfect clarity you in your glittering armor the day you told us you would be out in battle. Geoffrey, Ike and I protested of course. Mine being the most vehement. I couldn’t bear something happening to you. We eventually acquiesced, seeing the futility of arguing. However,
I never strayed from your side. Not once. It was my duty, and it gave me peace of mind.
I hear my name, and know it is you before I turn around. When I gaze upon you, I cannot help but smile despite my melancholy.
“What are you doing here, milady?” I ask softly as I slide off the wall to stand before you.
“I was looking for you. Bastian said he saw you go this way,” You answer and I hear concern in your voice.
“Shouldn’t you be back at the palace? Sir Ike is no doubt wondering where you are.” I say, barely managing not to wince at the name of the captor of your attentions.
“Ah…he is busy speaking with Lady Titania,” You reply, the concern still there.
“What did you need, Princess?”
“You seem distant lately, I was wondering if something was troubling you…or if I had done something?” To hear the quiet hurt and masked apology in your tone tore at my heart.
“Oh, no, Princess, you’ve done nothing,” I say with deliberate vagueness.
“Then what is troubling you? We are friends, are we not?” Your unwillingness to give up the subject is rather uncomfortable.
“Yes, we are…friends but you needn’t worry yourself with my problems,” I say with what I hope is a reassuring smile.
“Please…tell me what’s wrong,” You plead, stepping closer and placing your hand on my shoulder. I force myself not to flinch at the unexpected contact. I never have been able to resist your eyes, and I made the mistake of looking straight into them.
“I have improper feelings for someone…”
“Who?” You prompt and I bite my lip before answering,
“You.”
You don’t seem to mind, in fact, you seem almost…happy?
“What are these…’feelings’?”
“I love you,” I whisper and my gaze drops to the cracked stone path.
“I know.”
Game: Path of Radiance
Pairing/characters: Elincia/Lucia
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Notes: I wrote this awhile ago...and dug it out of my flash drive. So, here. First time poster. Comments would be lovely.
I love you.
Three simple words. Three simple words that take more courage than the grandest hero Tellius has ever seen possesses. Obviously, I’ve neither the courage nor the strength to face you and say them out loud. I don’t think I could bear your rejection. I enjoy our simple friendship. Never going beyond the boundaries of Princess and Protector.
I’ve only come to watch the ending of this war. I’ve not seen the great hardships you’ve endured on your perilous journey all over our continent. I wasn’t there for the Apostle of Begnion’s approval of you and the lending of her Holy Knights. Or for the rebirth of the Serenes Forest. All I was here for was your miraculous victory over General Petrine of Daein and beyond.
I have the grace to sit quietly as you describe your feelings for the mercenary-turned-general Ike. I have the discipline to not blurt my adoration out while you worry over his seeming lack of affections. But even with grace and discipline, my heart is shattered again and again as I suffer in silence. Taking my anguish out on any unfortunate soldier of Daein in my path during battle.
When my brother asks me if there is anything the matter, all I can manage is a shake of my head, for to speak would bring a flood of emotion no being, beorc or laguz, could hope to stop. I can barely tolerate Bastian’s sympathetic looks from across the mess tent. The gentle shoulder pats I am given as he passes. He knows, only because he is rather observant, and an avid reader of romantic poems in which desperation is described in detail.
I stand in the crowd of Crimeans waiting for you to appear on the balcony of the palace. I saw Ike disappear earlier and I can only assume he’s up there with you. My suspicions are confirmed as he escorts you onto the balcony. I slip out of the crowd, I cannot watch the effortless affection between you two, even as it is you speaking of Crimea’s freedom.
As I sit on the castle wall, gazing across our healing landscape, I envision you. I see in perfect clarity you in your glittering armor the day you told us you would be out in battle. Geoffrey, Ike and I protested of course. Mine being the most vehement. I couldn’t bear something happening to you. We eventually acquiesced, seeing the futility of arguing. However,
I never strayed from your side. Not once. It was my duty, and it gave me peace of mind.
I hear my name, and know it is you before I turn around. When I gaze upon you, I cannot help but smile despite my melancholy.
“What are you doing here, milady?” I ask softly as I slide off the wall to stand before you.
“I was looking for you. Bastian said he saw you go this way,” You answer and I hear concern in your voice.
“Shouldn’t you be back at the palace? Sir Ike is no doubt wondering where you are.” I say, barely managing not to wince at the name of the captor of your attentions.
“Ah…he is busy speaking with Lady Titania,” You reply, the concern still there.
“What did you need, Princess?”
“You seem distant lately, I was wondering if something was troubling you…or if I had done something?” To hear the quiet hurt and masked apology in your tone tore at my heart.
“Oh, no, Princess, you’ve done nothing,” I say with deliberate vagueness.
“Then what is troubling you? We are friends, are we not?” Your unwillingness to give up the subject is rather uncomfortable.
“Yes, we are…friends but you needn’t worry yourself with my problems,” I say with what I hope is a reassuring smile.
“Please…tell me what’s wrong,” You plead, stepping closer and placing your hand on my shoulder. I force myself not to flinch at the unexpected contact. I never have been able to resist your eyes, and I made the mistake of looking straight into them.
“I have improper feelings for someone…”
“Who?” You prompt and I bite my lip before answering,
“You.”
You don’t seem to mind, in fact, you seem almost…happy?
“What are these…’feelings’?”
“I love you,” I whisper and my gaze drops to the cracked stone path.
“I know.”