[FE8] Dance Shoes
Challenge: 19 - Family
Title: Dance Shoes
Word Count: 481
Game: Fire Emblem 8
Warnings: Spoilers for Tethys' supports.
Tethys always wore her shoes. Or socks. Sometimes both. Her feet were a map of blisters and scars, too ugly to be seen. She smiled at that thought.
Who knew I was ugly?
Ewan rolled onto his other side, now facing away from her, kicking the covers off his legs. Tethys ran her fingers through his fiery locks. He sighed in his sleep.
Finally he’s quiet.
Pain radiated from each cut, shooting up her calves. She rubbed and massaged the muscles. She leaned back, pulling her leg up to admire its shape. Beautiful, perfectly rounded curved calves. Small, circular kneecaps. Full thighs, but not too big. Just the right amount of muscle and weight. Her braid fell off her shoulder, and she reached to untie the ribbon. Ewan stirred, rolled over again, his bright red eyes barely open.
“Tethys?” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, drawing his legs up.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have some water? My throat hurts.” His voice cracked and he grabbed at his neck. She ruffled his hair and he scooted away from her.
“Okay kiddo, stay there.” He nodded, already practically asleep. She stood gingerly, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on the more painful marks. Her toes pointed with each step. A habit too hard to break. The candlelight in the hall of the inn flickered and for a change she watched her shadow dance.
The shadow was distorted, longer and larger than her frame, but still flawless. The curvature of hips, the way her waist was drawn in, the arch of each breast. Her body was perfect. A testament to harsh training, twelve hours of dancing for crowds each day. The occasional weeks without food. Money was just as scarce as water in Jehanna, and Ewan needed both first.
He’s just a child. Sometimes, she’d look down at his sleeping figure and forget just how big he really is.
I’m not a child anymore, Tethys.
I can protect you!
The innkeeper gave her a cup of water and she bowed her thanks.
Her toes felt a tad moist; the tips of her dance shoes looked a darker hue. Ewan was snoring when she entered their room. She sat the cup on the nightstand, then eased herself onto the floor. She only earned enough for one bed today.
Tethys tugged off her shoes, and the bandages around the arches of her feet. Ewan mumbled something, an almost chuckle escaping.
Heaven only knows what that child is dreaming of...
Her foot bumped the bedpost and she bit back a squeal. Ewan was smiling. The clean bandages were within reach, so she started rewrapping her feet. Each wrap a little tighter, a little more painful.
She looked at her brother’s face, still slightly chubby, still so young. She’d dance until she couldn’t stand if that’s what it took.
Besides, she was perfect from the ankles up.
Title: Dance Shoes
Word Count: 481
Game: Fire Emblem 8
Warnings: Spoilers for Tethys' supports.
Tethys always wore her shoes. Or socks. Sometimes both. Her feet were a map of blisters and scars, too ugly to be seen. She smiled at that thought.
Who knew I was ugly?
Ewan rolled onto his other side, now facing away from her, kicking the covers off his legs. Tethys ran her fingers through his fiery locks. He sighed in his sleep.
Finally he’s quiet.
Pain radiated from each cut, shooting up her calves. She rubbed and massaged the muscles. She leaned back, pulling her leg up to admire its shape. Beautiful, perfectly rounded curved calves. Small, circular kneecaps. Full thighs, but not too big. Just the right amount of muscle and weight. Her braid fell off her shoulder, and she reached to untie the ribbon. Ewan stirred, rolled over again, his bright red eyes barely open.
“Tethys?” He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, drawing his legs up.
“Hmm?”
“Can I have some water? My throat hurts.” His voice cracked and he grabbed at his neck. She ruffled his hair and he scooted away from her.
“Okay kiddo, stay there.” He nodded, already practically asleep. She stood gingerly, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on the more painful marks. Her toes pointed with each step. A habit too hard to break. The candlelight in the hall of the inn flickered and for a change she watched her shadow dance.
The shadow was distorted, longer and larger than her frame, but still flawless. The curvature of hips, the way her waist was drawn in, the arch of each breast. Her body was perfect. A testament to harsh training, twelve hours of dancing for crowds each day. The occasional weeks without food. Money was just as scarce as water in Jehanna, and Ewan needed both first.
He’s just a child. Sometimes, she’d look down at his sleeping figure and forget just how big he really is.
I’m not a child anymore, Tethys.
I can protect you!
The innkeeper gave her a cup of water and she bowed her thanks.
Her toes felt a tad moist; the tips of her dance shoes looked a darker hue. Ewan was snoring when she entered their room. She sat the cup on the nightstand, then eased herself onto the floor. She only earned enough for one bed today.
Tethys tugged off her shoes, and the bandages around the arches of her feet. Ewan mumbled something, an almost chuckle escaping.
Heaven only knows what that child is dreaming of...
Her foot bumped the bedpost and she bit back a squeal. Ewan was smiling. The clean bandages were within reach, so she started rewrapping her feet. Each wrap a little tighter, a little more painful.
She looked at her brother’s face, still slightly chubby, still so young. She’d dance until she couldn’t stand if that’s what it took.
Besides, she was perfect from the ankles up.