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Author: wolfraven80
Title: Moments
Fandom: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
Character: Eirika (Seth/Eirika)
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Seth/Eirika Modern-Day AU (Takes place after events of Seven but works just fine as a stand-alone)
Link to Table
Also on ffnet here
Day Ten: Smell
Seth must have been in a hurry when he left this morning; there’s a T-shirt crumpled on the corner of the bed. It’s rare for him to leave things lying around. My first appointment today is over breakfast so I was able to sleep in a little- which is good since I slept so poorly last night. Scenes from the meeting kept replaying themselves in my mind’s eye as I lay in bed. Even the steady sound of Seth’s breathing wasn’t enough to help me relax.
I pick up the shirt to toss it in the hamper when all at once I’m struck by Seth’s scent. It’s not sweat, just the smell of his skin.
And I remember the night he was shot, lying next to him, breathing in his scent. After the tang of blood and disinfectant as I bound his wound, and the stale cigarette stench of the motel room, his smell seemed so normal, so human. I was so afraid- Ephraim was missing; Seth was injured; and dad... even then I knew my father must be... Seth was all I had left in the world that night and I was terrified he’d leave me too, but hurting and tired as he was, he pulled me close and I listened to the thrum of his heartbeat and breathed in the scent of his skin until I fell asleep.
I hold the shirt up to my nose. He doesn’t even need to be here; just the phantom of his presence is enough to comfort me.
"It’ll be all right," he tells me whenever he catches me thinking of what happened. "It’ll get easier."
I close my eyes, take a deep Seth-laden breath and tell myself, "It’ll be all right. Everything will be all right."
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Day Nine: Rain
I’m just finishing off the last of the day’s emails when my cell rings. I smile. It’s Seth’s ringtone.
"Seth."
"Hello."
"What’s up? Are you staying late?"
"No. Actually some of the others wanted to go play a game or two so we’re headed to the park."
He sounds a bit stiff and I wonder if the boys are teasing him for calling me before going out. I can just imagine Forde doing that. "Game?"
"Football."
"Stress relief?" We had another meeting today about Carcino. For the most part things are out of our hands now that we’ve turned over our evidence to Duessel, but everyone is on edge, especially with the wedding coming up in a week and a half.
"Something of sorts. Would you like to come?"
I glance at the window. It’s been grey all day, hardly the sort of weather for an impromptu sporting event if you ask me. But boys will be boys, I suppose... And Seth will be in shorts. That’s always a plus. "All right."
"I’ll meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes."
"Okay."
I finish up the last of my emails, grab my things, and hastily change into some more casual clothes. I’m so used to having to go places directly from work that I always keep extra outfits at the office.
On the way out, I dash back into my office to get my umbrella.
#
So much for touch football, I think, wincing as Ross barrels into Forde. Ross’s father Garcia retired from Renais years ago when his wife died, but now that Ross has been working for us part time to help cover his tuition, he drops by the office more often. This evening Garcia is playing on Forde’s team along with Franz while Seth has Kyle and Ross. Amelia has come as well and of course she cheers for Franz’s team while I call out to Seth’s.
The game itself seems haphazard to me- granted my attention lies entirely on Seth. Sometimes I find myself thinking how truly different men are, their build, the way they move, how they can be filled with a kind of brutish energy at times terrifying or beautiful. Seth is mesmerizing to watch: the way his shoulders bunch, his feet shift, how he draws back his arm to throw the ball and propel it into the air. The hard lines of his body fascinate me still, though every inch of him is known to me now.
Forde’s team has the ball and they’re setting up for another play when I feel the first raindrops prickling my skin. While I rummage for my umbrella, the boys- being boys- ignore it. I’ve got my umbrella open and I’m safely beneath it by the time the scattered drops break into a spring downpour. It’s not even April yet and while it’s true that it’s been unseasonably warm this week, I’m sure the rain isn’t much more pleasant than a cold shower and the game breaks up immediately with the boys muttering imprecations- to put a kind word upon it- at the cloud-laden sky.
Franz hurries over to join Amelia under her shiny red umbrella. I catch her eye and wink. At least we’re still dry. Seth joins me under my umbrella, teeth chattering.
"Le’s get you home," I say, patting his arm.
Garcia is thumping Ross on the back as they tramp off together and Kyle is gathering his sopping belongings. "No fair!" Forde calls out from where he’s standing, quite throughly soaked.
"That’s what fiances are for," I say with a grin.
"That’s not all I hear they’re for," he shoots back.
Seth stares daggers, sending Forde scrambling to collect his things. "He should have more respect," Seth murmurs.
I shrug. "Forde’s Forde. Besides... he’s not entirely wrong," I say, brushing a kiss over Seth’s lips. I huddle close to my soggy fiance and head home, happy for the sound of raindrops plinking against the top of our umbrella.
Title: Moments
Fandom: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
Character: Eirika (Seth/Eirika)
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Seth/Eirika Modern-Day AU (Takes place after events of Seven but works just fine as a stand-alone)
Link to Table
Also on ffnet here
Day Ten: Smell
Seth must have been in a hurry when he left this morning; there’s a T-shirt crumpled on the corner of the bed. It’s rare for him to leave things lying around. My first appointment today is over breakfast so I was able to sleep in a little- which is good since I slept so poorly last night. Scenes from the meeting kept replaying themselves in my mind’s eye as I lay in bed. Even the steady sound of Seth’s breathing wasn’t enough to help me relax.
I pick up the shirt to toss it in the hamper when all at once I’m struck by Seth’s scent. It’s not sweat, just the smell of his skin.
And I remember the night he was shot, lying next to him, breathing in his scent. After the tang of blood and disinfectant as I bound his wound, and the stale cigarette stench of the motel room, his smell seemed so normal, so human. I was so afraid- Ephraim was missing; Seth was injured; and dad... even then I knew my father must be... Seth was all I had left in the world that night and I was terrified he’d leave me too, but hurting and tired as he was, he pulled me close and I listened to the thrum of his heartbeat and breathed in the scent of his skin until I fell asleep.
I hold the shirt up to my nose. He doesn’t even need to be here; just the phantom of his presence is enough to comfort me.
"It’ll be all right," he tells me whenever he catches me thinking of what happened. "It’ll get easier."
I close my eyes, take a deep Seth-laden breath and tell myself, "It’ll be all right. Everything will be all right."
Also on ffnet here
Day Nine: Rain
I’m just finishing off the last of the day’s emails when my cell rings. I smile. It’s Seth’s ringtone.
"Seth."
"Hello."
"What’s up? Are you staying late?"
"No. Actually some of the others wanted to go play a game or two so we’re headed to the park."
He sounds a bit stiff and I wonder if the boys are teasing him for calling me before going out. I can just imagine Forde doing that. "Game?"
"Football."
"Stress relief?" We had another meeting today about Carcino. For the most part things are out of our hands now that we’ve turned over our evidence to Duessel, but everyone is on edge, especially with the wedding coming up in a week and a half.
"Something of sorts. Would you like to come?"
I glance at the window. It’s been grey all day, hardly the sort of weather for an impromptu sporting event if you ask me. But boys will be boys, I suppose... And Seth will be in shorts. That’s always a plus. "All right."
"I’ll meet you in the lobby in twenty minutes."
"Okay."
I finish up the last of my emails, grab my things, and hastily change into some more casual clothes. I’m so used to having to go places directly from work that I always keep extra outfits at the office.
On the way out, I dash back into my office to get my umbrella.
#
So much for touch football, I think, wincing as Ross barrels into Forde. Ross’s father Garcia retired from Renais years ago when his wife died, but now that Ross has been working for us part time to help cover his tuition, he drops by the office more often. This evening Garcia is playing on Forde’s team along with Franz while Seth has Kyle and Ross. Amelia has come as well and of course she cheers for Franz’s team while I call out to Seth’s.
The game itself seems haphazard to me- granted my attention lies entirely on Seth. Sometimes I find myself thinking how truly different men are, their build, the way they move, how they can be filled with a kind of brutish energy at times terrifying or beautiful. Seth is mesmerizing to watch: the way his shoulders bunch, his feet shift, how he draws back his arm to throw the ball and propel it into the air. The hard lines of his body fascinate me still, though every inch of him is known to me now.
Forde’s team has the ball and they’re setting up for another play when I feel the first raindrops prickling my skin. While I rummage for my umbrella, the boys- being boys- ignore it. I’ve got my umbrella open and I’m safely beneath it by the time the scattered drops break into a spring downpour. It’s not even April yet and while it’s true that it’s been unseasonably warm this week, I’m sure the rain isn’t much more pleasant than a cold shower and the game breaks up immediately with the boys muttering imprecations- to put a kind word upon it- at the cloud-laden sky.
Franz hurries over to join Amelia under her shiny red umbrella. I catch her eye and wink. At least we’re still dry. Seth joins me under my umbrella, teeth chattering.
"Le’s get you home," I say, patting his arm.
Garcia is thumping Ross on the back as they tramp off together and Kyle is gathering his sopping belongings. "No fair!" Forde calls out from where he’s standing, quite throughly soaked.
"That’s what fiances are for," I say with a grin.
"That’s not all I hear they’re for," he shoots back.
Seth stares daggers, sending Forde scrambling to collect his things. "He should have more respect," Seth murmurs.
I shrug. "Forde’s Forde. Besides... he’s not entirely wrong," I say, brushing a kiss over Seth’s lips. I huddle close to my soggy fiance and head home, happy for the sound of raindrops plinking against the top of our umbrella.