fic: untitled (Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones, for entrisic)
written for a request made by: entrisic
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones
Pairing/characters: implied Ephraim/Lyon/Eirika
Warnings/notes: A drabblet.
"They're uhm flowers," and even as Lyon stammered the words, flushing, there was something inside of him whispering he ought to sound a bit more certain, a great deal more determined - he did have a right to be here, after all, just as he had the right to bring flowers to the beautiful young woman he loved and hoped one day to call his wife and Empress.
"For Eirika," said Ephraim, frowning - it wasn't really a question.
"For your sister," Lyon agreed, politely, because yes, he could be firmer about this, more self-assured, yet the truth of it was that he felt anything but, and it seemed a folly to try to hide that.
"She'll like them," said Ephraim, with a certainty Lyon wished he possessed even a fraction of. "What did you bring for me?"
"For you?" Lyon's turn to frown, although his probably looked far less like he was angry or about to be, and far more like he was simply confused. "I ... "
"You'll do fine, as a gift," Ephraim said, grinning, although for the life of him, Lyon couldn't get the joke. "Although now I do feel obliged to question if your feelings for my sister are really as sincere as you claim, considering you only brought flowers for her."
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones
Pairing/characters: implied Ephraim/Lyon/Eirika
Warnings/notes: A drabblet.
"They're uhm flowers," and even as Lyon stammered the words, flushing, there was something inside of him whispering he ought to sound a bit more certain, a great deal more determined - he did have a right to be here, after all, just as he had the right to bring flowers to the beautiful young woman he loved and hoped one day to call his wife and Empress.
"For Eirika," said Ephraim, frowning - it wasn't really a question.
"For your sister," Lyon agreed, politely, because yes, he could be firmer about this, more self-assured, yet the truth of it was that he felt anything but, and it seemed a folly to try to hide that.
"She'll like them," said Ephraim, with a certainty Lyon wished he possessed even a fraction of. "What did you bring for me?"
"For you?" Lyon's turn to frown, although his probably looked far less like he was angry or about to be, and far more like he was simply confused. "I ... "
"You'll do fine, as a gift," Ephraim said, grinning, although for the life of him, Lyon couldn't get the joke. "Although now I do feel obliged to question if your feelings for my sister are really as sincere as you claim, considering you only brought flowers for her."