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Fire Emblem Kink Meme
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It had always struck Lyn as odd, the way Mark kept so tight a grip on his hood. Whether in the harsh, howling winds of Ilia or the suffocating singe of Nabuta, his hand always clutched his hood over his eyes, leaving only his stern lips exposed to the sun. Then again, Mark was confusing in so many ways, all of them infuriating. One minute touching her hair, asking how she fared, the next encouraging her to be closer with Kent, only making the conflict she felt over the two of them worse.
She wondered if Mark did it on purpose. Was he trying to drive her away? Was he really that cruel? Or maybe, it was that hood-- maybe he was horribly scarred underneath, and he thought her a petty noblewoman who'd recoil at the sight of it. No, that was even worse. He couldn't think of her like that, right? No, she'd show him. No self-conscious tactician was going to make choices like that for her ( ... )
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"My apologies, Lyn. It's just a few scars I'm ashamed of."
Lyn's eyes narrowed. "You really think I'm the type to care about something like that?" she snapped. Somehow, the confirmation of her fears made her more angry than sad.
"Of course not, Lyn, I just--"
"Than why won't you let me see your face?"
The silence lasted far longer this time, as the tactician's hands moved to grip his hood and Lyn tried to peer in to see more. All she was able to spy was a shock of red hair before the tactician finally turned away.
"Please, if that's all, leave me," he said.
Despite everything in her wanting to say "no", Lyn did just that.
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Sorry for the short piecemeal delivery, though ^^;
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As Lyn left the tent, the tactician let his hood fall from his face with a heavy sigh. It was harder than he'd expected, keeping so many secrets, not only from her, but from the others. Sain, especially, seemed a bit too knowing when he had been positioned with Priscilla.
"How did you know I fancied her?" he asked. And the tactician had chuckled and replied, "Don't you fancy everyone?" before thinking. Playful banter, suited to a boon companion. Not a tactician.
But Sain had only smiled and answered, "Yes, sir!"
The tactician had taken on his father's name. "Mark". Simple enough, easy to recall. It had been a suggestion from the woman who had started all of this, the woman who had appeared before him when his mind went blank with grief that night, so long ago.
"My dear Sir Mark, how is your mission panning out ( ... )
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Like, I am in awe of this. Anna? Never would've thought. Excellent job!
(That being said, more evil time goddess Anna, please?)
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:D
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Write more fic!
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And it shall be done!
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You know me too well, anon! This was a perfect fill, and I think you and I have similar visions of just who Anna actually is.
Beautifully done, and I shall keep it. :-)
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:D
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