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spokeFrom a Breath of Fire IV A.U. I took up the 30 Kisses challenge to get rid of this idea that would not leave me alone. Purge! Drabble and be done with! It's turning out to be both more fun and not as simple as I'd thought, and to be dragging BoF III into the mix. ...well, more than I'd thought.
This is a place-holder/making the two month deadline piece, while I try to figure out what the heck I'm doing with everything else.
Title: Should I Be Here?
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spoke
Pairing: Fou-Lu/Ryu
Fandom: Breath of Fire IV
Theme #2. news; letter
Disclaimer: Breath of Fire IV is not mine, and no profit is being made. ...if I could own anything in Breath of Fire, it would probably be Rei in III, who is a thief who can actually steal things. I'd move him into games where the thieves are not so competent, so that I could get rare items without spending hours at it. Then I'd be making some profit. ;p
The throne room seemed silent when he first entered, giving the messenger hope that perhaps his masters were in another room, one he would not be allowed to enter. It was only in making his way down the long hall that he began to hear sounds. The hush of whispering voices, the soft clink and slide of tiles moving. Their voices, as he began to be able to make out words, seemed to be arguing some nuance of the rules which he might have understood if he had not been concentrating on not making a sound himself.
The blue fire in the torches at least ensures he will not trip on some unseen obstacle, though the odd light seems to double the length of his shadow and shorten his journey. He had intended to take his time, not wishing to disturb his gods, even though there is news they must hear. So he drags his feet against the weight of his shadow, and turns his head to study the flags of long vanished nations that line the hall. Most the countries he knows as those conquered long ago, when Fou-Lu the God Emperor first came to Hesperia and forged them all into an Empire that might one day put an end to all fighting.
But the last flag belongs to the newborn god, Ryu. It alone is an original, the burns and tears in the fabric bearing witness to its bloody capture in the last battle with the Woren nation. He’s heard it said that the fields of Levant’s Golden Plains still smoke with the fires unleashed in the last battle with the Woren’s chief. This, he does not doubt. Is it not the younger god’s temper that makes him hesitant to approach their thrones?
He is distracted from his contemplation by an unexpectedly soft sound, one that draws his eyes to the thrones and the table that sits before them. Ryu is standing, hands planted on the table in such a way as to ruin the arrangement of pieces, while His Majesty Fou-Lu looks up at him with a decidedly smug expression. The sound of pieces falling to the ground covers the messenger’s footsteps as he backs away, certain that whatever powers might be unleashed here would easily be enough to kill a mortal.
When Fou-Lu stands, leaning forward so that his forehead brushes Ryu’s before he catches his consort’s mouth, the messenger abandons all thought of being noticed in favor of greater speed. He’ll just have to wait to deliver the General’s message.
(x-posted in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses)
This is a place-holder/making the two month deadline piece, while I try to figure out what the heck I'm doing with everything else.
Title: Should I Be Here?
Author:
spokePairing: Fou-Lu/Ryu
Fandom: Breath of Fire IV
Theme #2. news; letter
Disclaimer: Breath of Fire IV is not mine, and no profit is being made. ...if I could own anything in Breath of Fire, it would probably be Rei in III, who is a thief who can actually steal things. I'd move him into games where the thieves are not so competent, so that I could get rare items without spending hours at it. Then I'd be making some profit. ;p
The throne room seemed silent when he first entered, giving the messenger hope that perhaps his masters were in another room, one he would not be allowed to enter. It was only in making his way down the long hall that he began to hear sounds. The hush of whispering voices, the soft clink and slide of tiles moving. Their voices, as he began to be able to make out words, seemed to be arguing some nuance of the rules which he might have understood if he had not been concentrating on not making a sound himself.
The blue fire in the torches at least ensures he will not trip on some unseen obstacle, though the odd light seems to double the length of his shadow and shorten his journey. He had intended to take his time, not wishing to disturb his gods, even though there is news they must hear. So he drags his feet against the weight of his shadow, and turns his head to study the flags of long vanished nations that line the hall. Most the countries he knows as those conquered long ago, when Fou-Lu the God Emperor first came to Hesperia and forged them all into an Empire that might one day put an end to all fighting.
But the last flag belongs to the newborn god, Ryu. It alone is an original, the burns and tears in the fabric bearing witness to its bloody capture in the last battle with the Woren nation. He’s heard it said that the fields of Levant’s Golden Plains still smoke with the fires unleashed in the last battle with the Woren’s chief. This, he does not doubt. Is it not the younger god’s temper that makes him hesitant to approach their thrones?
He is distracted from his contemplation by an unexpectedly soft sound, one that draws his eyes to the thrones and the table that sits before them. Ryu is standing, hands planted on the table in such a way as to ruin the arrangement of pieces, while His Majesty Fou-Lu looks up at him with a decidedly smug expression. The sound of pieces falling to the ground covers the messenger’s footsteps as he backs away, certain that whatever powers might be unleashed here would easily be enough to kill a mortal.
When Fou-Lu stands, leaning forward so that his forehead brushes Ryu’s before he catches his consort’s mouth, the messenger abandons all thought of being noticed in favor of greater speed. He’ll just have to wait to deliver the General’s message.
(x-posted in
30_kisses)