[Magna Carta: Tears of Blood] Separation
Title: Separation
Status: Complete
Fandom: Magna Carta: Tears of Blood
Pairings/Characters: Orha, Serina
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers like whoa.
Notes: 100 words. For garden_of_light, my "Orha and Serina: general relationship" claim. Prompts #35 "Sleep" and #67 "Together."
Disclaimer: Magna Carta: Tears of Blood belongs to Softmax. I do not own the characters nor the setting, nor do I make any profit from my fanfiction, which is purely for my own enjoyment.
Summary: Orha misses the simplicity of childhood.
When they were children, they had all curled up together like a litter of kittens for naps. He was forever waking up with Serina's hair tickling his nose and Amila curled tight against his back. They could not stay children forever, and they no longer slept together, but sometimes when Amila forgot to be dignified and Serina was overjoyed at some small thing, he felt a measure of that closeness again.
He held that feeling tight when he slept on the cold, rock-strewn ground and when he stood guard outside the bedroom where Serina tossed restlessly, and wished for childhood.
Status: Complete
Fandom: Magna Carta: Tears of Blood
Pairings/Characters: Orha, Serina
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers like whoa.
Notes: 100 words. For garden_of_light, my "Orha and Serina: general relationship" claim. Prompts #35 "Sleep" and #67 "Together."
Disclaimer: Magna Carta: Tears of Blood belongs to Softmax. I do not own the characters nor the setting, nor do I make any profit from my fanfiction, which is purely for my own enjoyment.
Summary: Orha misses the simplicity of childhood.
When they were children, they had all curled up together like a litter of kittens for naps. He was forever waking up with Serina's hair tickling his nose and Amila curled tight against his back. They could not stay children forever, and they no longer slept together, but sometimes when Amila forgot to be dignified and Serina was overjoyed at some small thing, he felt a measure of that closeness again.
He held that feeling tight when he slept on the cold, rock-strewn ground and when he stood guard outside the bedroom where Serina tossed restlessly, and wished for childhood.