Fire Emblem: RnK-- Canas/Lucius
As per musemachine's request, some sugary-floof Canas/Lucius.
It was a nearly perfect afternoon for Canas. At Mark’s suggestion, the lords had called a halt, and the assorted members of Eliwood’s Elite were taking a well-deserved break. They had all gone their separate ways; Guy and Karel to train, Lyn and Florina to go flying, Heath to escape Legault, Legault to stalk Heath. The shaman himself was curled in the shade of a huge oak, one of his weighty magical treatises open in his lap. The sun was bright, the wind was down, and homicidal morphs were not attempting to hack them to tiny bits. Almost perfect, except…
A pair of arms slid around his waist, “Studying again, Canas?”
“Lucius!” he smiled, “Excellent timing! Your eyes are far better than mine, perhaps you can make out this line?” he gestured to the crabbed handwriting on the page in front of him, “I know that Donovan III was a master of elder magic, but he had atrocious penmanship.”
Lucius laughed and bent over the tome, hair spilling over his shoulder in a golden cascade. As they settled down together, puzzling out the old formulas, Canas sighed in contentment.
Now things were perfect
Also, the first orchestra newsletter of the year will probably be ready to mail by next week. I spent lunch today sticking addresses on envelopes.
It was a nearly perfect afternoon for Canas. At Mark’s suggestion, the lords had called a halt, and the assorted members of Eliwood’s Elite were taking a well-deserved break. They had all gone their separate ways; Guy and Karel to train, Lyn and Florina to go flying, Heath to escape Legault, Legault to stalk Heath. The shaman himself was curled in the shade of a huge oak, one of his weighty magical treatises open in his lap. The sun was bright, the wind was down, and homicidal morphs were not attempting to hack them to tiny bits. Almost perfect, except…
A pair of arms slid around his waist, “Studying again, Canas?”
“Lucius!” he smiled, “Excellent timing! Your eyes are far better than mine, perhaps you can make out this line?” he gestured to the crabbed handwriting on the page in front of him, “I know that Donovan III was a master of elder magic, but he had atrocious penmanship.”
Lucius laughed and bent over the tome, hair spilling over his shoulder in a golden cascade. As they settled down together, puzzling out the old formulas, Canas sighed in contentment.
Now things were perfect
Also, the first orchestra newsletter of the year will probably be ready to mail by next week. I spent lunch today sticking addresses on envelopes.