[Gurren Lagann] Crowned
Title: Crowned
Fandom: Gurren Lagann
Pairing: Simon/Nia
Rating: G
Wordcount: 551
Notes: Prompt was "crown," predictably enough. Set early in the timeskip.
Summary: Simon discovers something unexpected, and Nia offers her perspective.
It was Simon who found the book, deep in the empty ruins of Teppelin.
(The ruins of what Nia had once been, of what she had been raised to be. But it was also where she had been discarded. She found herself not minding so much that it was ruined, because now they could make a place that was better, where no one would ever be thrown away like a broken toy. Nothing would be broken, with Simon at her side.)
"Nia," he told her, "this book talks about princesses. Like you."
"But I am not a princess any longer," Nia said. "My father abandoned me and stripped from me my title. I am only a member of Team Dai-Gurren now. But it is wrong for me to say 'only,' for in truth it is far better than being a princess."
"You're still a princess to me," Simon said. The tops of his cheeks turned red when he said this. Nia had never quite figured out why he did that sometimes around her, but she had always liked it, and she always would. It made him look...cute.
"Then I will continue to be a princess for you, Simon," she said. "It is not such a difficult thing." In fact, she found that if it made Simon happy, it made her happy as well. So she filed that truth away in some corner of her self: she was Nia Teppelin, and she was still a princess. She was just also many other, more important things as well.
As always, Simon dragged her back down to reality. This time, he did it by smiling. He was still red in the face. "U-um, Nia, did you read this book? When you were learning here, as a kid." He held it out to her, as shy as when he had given her that green stone she still treasured.
She picked up the book and slowly flipped through it. "No--this was deemed something of which I had no need. It relates to a human past, and I--" She hesitated, fascinated by the strange words in the book. Some of them were clearly readable, others entirely alien. She wondered if it was the same for Simon, or if he could read something she could not within these pages. There were times, with his hands in the earth, he could understand things she could not. But then, there were also times when she looked up and knew things he did not. "I had no need of such things. I learned the history of the world that my father wished."
"Ah!" Simon stopped her hands on the book. "Now you can learn our history, Nia. Look at this! It says that princesses wear crowns." He pointed to a funny-looking hat in one of the pictures. "You should get one."
"I am unsure," Nia said. She looked between the picture and Simon for a few moments, and then she touched the top of her hair. "No, I do not need a crown like that. Yet--"
"What is it?" Simon leaned forward anxiously.
Nia snuggled up against him, her head tucked beneath his chin. His pulse felt so much warmer against her cheek than any metal or jewel ever could. "I have decided! Simon, you can be my crown."
Fandom: Gurren Lagann
Pairing: Simon/Nia
Rating: G
Wordcount: 551
Notes: Prompt was "crown," predictably enough. Set early in the timeskip.
Summary: Simon discovers something unexpected, and Nia offers her perspective.
It was Simon who found the book, deep in the empty ruins of Teppelin.
(The ruins of what Nia had once been, of what she had been raised to be. But it was also where she had been discarded. She found herself not minding so much that it was ruined, because now they could make a place that was better, where no one would ever be thrown away like a broken toy. Nothing would be broken, with Simon at her side.)
"Nia," he told her, "this book talks about princesses. Like you."
"But I am not a princess any longer," Nia said. "My father abandoned me and stripped from me my title. I am only a member of Team Dai-Gurren now. But it is wrong for me to say 'only,' for in truth it is far better than being a princess."
"You're still a princess to me," Simon said. The tops of his cheeks turned red when he said this. Nia had never quite figured out why he did that sometimes around her, but she had always liked it, and she always would. It made him look...cute.
"Then I will continue to be a princess for you, Simon," she said. "It is not such a difficult thing." In fact, she found that if it made Simon happy, it made her happy as well. So she filed that truth away in some corner of her self: she was Nia Teppelin, and she was still a princess. She was just also many other, more important things as well.
As always, Simon dragged her back down to reality. This time, he did it by smiling. He was still red in the face. "U-um, Nia, did you read this book? When you were learning here, as a kid." He held it out to her, as shy as when he had given her that green stone she still treasured.
She picked up the book and slowly flipped through it. "No--this was deemed something of which I had no need. It relates to a human past, and I--" She hesitated, fascinated by the strange words in the book. Some of them were clearly readable, others entirely alien. She wondered if it was the same for Simon, or if he could read something she could not within these pages. There were times, with his hands in the earth, he could understand things she could not. But then, there were also times when she looked up and knew things he did not. "I had no need of such things. I learned the history of the world that my father wished."
"Ah!" Simon stopped her hands on the book. "Now you can learn our history, Nia. Look at this! It says that princesses wear crowns." He pointed to a funny-looking hat in one of the pictures. "You should get one."
"I am unsure," Nia said. She looked between the picture and Simon for a few moments, and then she touched the top of her hair. "No, I do not need a crown like that. Yet--"
"What is it?" Simon leaned forward anxiously.
Nia snuggled up against him, her head tucked beneath his chin. His pulse felt so much warmer against her cheek than any metal or jewel ever could. "I have decided! Simon, you can be my crown."