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vocab_drabblesTitle: Moonlit
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
Author:elidelio
Rating: G
Word Count: 620
Summary: Ryoma and Azura talk for the last time, though neither of them is aware of it.
Azura had been gone since the confrontation that morning. Ryoma had done his best to shut it down, but he was afraid the damage had been done. His people didn't trust her, it didn't matter that she had grown up in Hoshido and was as much a sister to him as Hinoka or Sakura, rather, it was the blood she carried which overshadowed the fact, tainting her irrevocably in their eyes. The worst part was that he couldn't entirely blame them, either. Not after witnessing Corrin’s actions. If Mikoto’s own child could be corrupted by Garon’s influence, who's to say a Nohrian by birth wouldn't be just as easily swayed?
Nevertheless, she was his sister, and he treasured her as such. Ryoma had wanted to go after her immediately, to tell her not to take their words to heart, but he also knew she needed space, so he ultimately let her go. However, his concern grew more and more as the sky gradually darkened and there was still no sign of her return.
He slipped away in search of her, hoping he was just being paranoid. It's not like she was in any real danger, but concern still gnawed on his heart, rendering him oddly disquieted. Too many things had happened recently.
After several minutes of searching, he finally found her.
Ryoma caught wind of a faint song in the distance and immediately knew Azura was the source, so he followed the gentle tune until he came across his sister dancing under the moonlight.
The night breeze was gentle, but her hair and dress still flowed about her as though propelled by a strong gust of wind, and the silver moonlight shone down on her, giving her an ethereal beauty that made her seem just like a dazzling dream, bound to disappear as soon as morning came.
He watched her dance, enraptured by her grace, until she noticed his presence.
“Ryoma.” She lowered his hands as she spoke his name, returning to the waking world.
“Azura,” He stepped up to her, “It’s late, I was worried about you.”
“No need, I was just practising.”
“Still, I—” He paused, not really sure if he wanted to bring the morning’s events up again, “If there's anything weighing on your mind, you can always talk to me.”
She smiled gently, touched by his not-so-subtle attempt at reaching out, “Thank you, but I'm quite alright.”
“You don't have to be, they're wrong. You're family, I know you would never—” He couldn't help but get angry as he recalled the slander and hate that had been thrown her way.
“Ryoma,” She softly interrupted him, “You know not everyone sees it that way, and you can't force them to.”
She was right, of course, but that didn't stop him from bristling, “Can’t I? Given my status, don’t my words have any weight?”
“Your words do, of course, but I don’t have such prerogative.” She looked down at her feet, “I’m grateful for all your family has done for me, but I know my place.”
“Azura…” He wanted to refute her words, but how could he? However fleeting his worries had been, hadn’t he also doubted her for a moment? He suddenly felt rather foolish, dropping the subject, “It’s late, we should be going back.”
“Let us go back, then.” Azura smiled warmly, like she always did, though now more than ever Ryoma couldn’t help but feel like there was something else behind her smile, like a deep pool of sadness glimmering under the moonlight, isolated from the world.
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
Author:
elidelioRating: G
Word Count: 620
Summary: Ryoma and Azura talk for the last time, though neither of them is aware of it.
Azura had been gone since the confrontation that morning. Ryoma had done his best to shut it down, but he was afraid the damage had been done. His people didn't trust her, it didn't matter that she had grown up in Hoshido and was as much a sister to him as Hinoka or Sakura, rather, it was the blood she carried which overshadowed the fact, tainting her irrevocably in their eyes. The worst part was that he couldn't entirely blame them, either. Not after witnessing Corrin’s actions. If Mikoto’s own child could be corrupted by Garon’s influence, who's to say a Nohrian by birth wouldn't be just as easily swayed?
Nevertheless, she was his sister, and he treasured her as such. Ryoma had wanted to go after her immediately, to tell her not to take their words to heart, but he also knew she needed space, so he ultimately let her go. However, his concern grew more and more as the sky gradually darkened and there was still no sign of her return.
He slipped away in search of her, hoping he was just being paranoid. It's not like she was in any real danger, but concern still gnawed on his heart, rendering him oddly disquieted. Too many things had happened recently.
After several minutes of searching, he finally found her.
Ryoma caught wind of a faint song in the distance and immediately knew Azura was the source, so he followed the gentle tune until he came across his sister dancing under the moonlight.
The night breeze was gentle, but her hair and dress still flowed about her as though propelled by a strong gust of wind, and the silver moonlight shone down on her, giving her an ethereal beauty that made her seem just like a dazzling dream, bound to disappear as soon as morning came.
He watched her dance, enraptured by her grace, until she noticed his presence.
“Ryoma.” She lowered his hands as she spoke his name, returning to the waking world.
“Azura,” He stepped up to her, “It’s late, I was worried about you.”
“No need, I was just practising.”
“Still, I—” He paused, not really sure if he wanted to bring the morning’s events up again, “If there's anything weighing on your mind, you can always talk to me.”
She smiled gently, touched by his not-so-subtle attempt at reaching out, “Thank you, but I'm quite alright.”
“You don't have to be, they're wrong. You're family, I know you would never—” He couldn't help but get angry as he recalled the slander and hate that had been thrown her way.
“Ryoma,” She softly interrupted him, “You know not everyone sees it that way, and you can't force them to.”
She was right, of course, but that didn't stop him from bristling, “Can’t I? Given my status, don’t my words have any weight?”
“Your words do, of course, but I don’t have such prerogative.” She looked down at her feet, “I’m grateful for all your family has done for me, but I know my place.”
“Azura…” He wanted to refute her words, but how could he? However fleeting his worries had been, hadn’t he also doubted her for a moment? He suddenly felt rather foolish, dropping the subject, “It’s late, we should be going back.”
“Let us go back, then.” Azura smiled warmly, like she always did, though now more than ever Ryoma couldn’t help but feel like there was something else behind her smile, like a deep pool of sadness glimmering under the moonlight, isolated from the world.
