What is this, I don't even...
Title: Prepared
Fandom/original: Sengoku Basara
Characters: Azai Nagamasa, Oichi
Rating: G
Word count: 188
Notes: Holy crap, NagaIchi. Kinda spoilery for the Oda's intent with Oichi and Nagamasa, but if you've read the TVTropes entries, you should be fine. I think this is some sort of cross between the anime and the games.
The Nagamasa of a year ago would ridicule him, wasting the domain's resources for something as ridiculous as a shaky alliance. An alliance under false pretenses, at that. Lies! Deception!
He considered himself staid and pragmatic, and his pragmatism had led him into an alliance with the Oda in the first place. It led him to Ichi.
Armor fitted, sandals tight. He could run the whole way, if need be.
Marriage during this chaos was the opposite of pragmatism, no matter with whom he was allied. And he was allied with the Oda, and so married to Ichi. Who was to be a lure, a trap. Why, then, was he doing this?
Sword honed and in its sheath, buckler reinforced and on his arm.
Lures or no lures, armies or no armies, Ichi was his wife. Emotions beyond righteous anger had, unexpectedly, established a place in his heart. These feelings could not thrive without him, and now he could not be without them.
Head for the gates, ready to fight, and find a way to free her.
He would give Ichi peace, and no one would stop him.
15_minute_fic prompt: frivolous
Fandom/original: Sengoku Basara
Characters: Azai Nagamasa, Oichi
Rating: G
Word count: 188
Notes: Holy crap, NagaIchi. Kinda spoilery for the Oda's intent with Oichi and Nagamasa, but if you've read the TVTropes entries, you should be fine. I think this is some sort of cross between the anime and the games.
The Nagamasa of a year ago would ridicule him, wasting the domain's resources for something as ridiculous as a shaky alliance. An alliance under false pretenses, at that. Lies! Deception!
He considered himself staid and pragmatic, and his pragmatism had led him into an alliance with the Oda in the first place. It led him to Ichi.
Armor fitted, sandals tight. He could run the whole way, if need be.
Marriage during this chaos was the opposite of pragmatism, no matter with whom he was allied. And he was allied with the Oda, and so married to Ichi. Who was to be a lure, a trap. Why, then, was he doing this?
Sword honed and in its sheath, buckler reinforced and on his arm.
Lures or no lures, armies or no armies, Ichi was his wife. Emotions beyond righteous anger had, unexpectedly, established a place in his heart. These feelings could not thrive without him, and now he could not be without them.
Head for the gates, ready to fight, and find a way to free her.
He would give Ichi peace, and no one would stop him.
15_minute_fic prompt: frivolous