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[June 10] [Tales of Legendia] On the Run
Title: On the Run
Day/Theme: June 10, 2016 "by land or water, girl, get outta town"
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character/Pairing: Shirley & Senel (Shirley->Senel)
Rating: PG, pre-game
From what little Shirley saw, Senel fit in very well as an Alliance Marine. They had accepted him as a trainee immediately and, upon witnessing his skill at swimming, martial arts, and the basics of sailing small craft, had hurried him through to the rank of full member in half the ordinary time. And it wasn't just in relation to the abilities the job required that Shirley felt he fit- the other Marines (mainly, but not all men) didn't strike her as a particularly chatty or prying bunch and Senel was able to soak in the pleasure of their company without much worry that they would inquire after his past.
When Shirley described these other Marines as his friends, Senel brushed it of, saying that they were fine colleagues, but not really his friends. Shirley wished she could know how deeply he meant this professed lack of sentiment. Senel could be a bit stiff and slow to open up, but just because she was lonely, largely cooped up to avoid the searching eye of Vaclav and his cronies (or whoever else might want to do her harm simply because she was a Ferines), didn't mean she would begrudge him friends of his own.
But, though Senel went out, he remained locked up inside (and for all that Shirley attempted to do for him, keeping their apartment tidy, waking him up- a deceptively strenuous task-). And though Shirley went out as little as she could stand (if neighbors knew that she existed and yet she never went outside, wouldn't that only make her more suspicious-seeming? she had argued), her many tumultuous emotions (her sorrow over the loss of Stella, her growing love for Senel, her worries about the future...) seemed to spill and spread like a flood, filling her entire being.
There were two ways their precarious position could be destroyed- either from the outside or from the inside. Either they could be discovered or the tensions of the tight situation would suffocate them. It was impossible to believe that such a delicate balance could be maintained forever, but both Senel and Shirley were determined that it would not be through their own weakness that their idyll in camouflage would be destroyed (if not to themselves, if not to each other, they owed it to Stella and her valiant sacrifice). So, each day, Shirley willed herself to express her feelings quietly through her actions rather than overwhelming Senel with love of a sort he might not reciprocate and Senel pushed himself to put up a calm facade and go out into the world to work and support them.
Days became weeks, weeks became months. They fell into a routine and, if not an ease, a sort of patient waiting for that inevitable end.
The worst that could happen, Senel thought, would be for Vaclav's agents to discover Shirley and take her away while he was off on a mission at sea and unable to protect her.
The worst that could happen, Shirley thought, would be for Senel to grow tired of the burden of supporting and hiding her and simply up and leave.
But this time around, neither fears would come true. They fled in the dark of the night, in the midst of a storm, but they did it together.
Day/Theme: June 10, 2016 "by land or water, girl, get outta town"
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character/Pairing: Shirley & Senel (Shirley->Senel)
Rating: PG, pre-game
From what little Shirley saw, Senel fit in very well as an Alliance Marine. They had accepted him as a trainee immediately and, upon witnessing his skill at swimming, martial arts, and the basics of sailing small craft, had hurried him through to the rank of full member in half the ordinary time. And it wasn't just in relation to the abilities the job required that Shirley felt he fit- the other Marines (mainly, but not all men) didn't strike her as a particularly chatty or prying bunch and Senel was able to soak in the pleasure of their company without much worry that they would inquire after his past.
When Shirley described these other Marines as his friends, Senel brushed it of, saying that they were fine colleagues, but not really his friends. Shirley wished she could know how deeply he meant this professed lack of sentiment. Senel could be a bit stiff and slow to open up, but just because she was lonely, largely cooped up to avoid the searching eye of Vaclav and his cronies (or whoever else might want to do her harm simply because she was a Ferines), didn't mean she would begrudge him friends of his own.
But, though Senel went out, he remained locked up inside (and for all that Shirley attempted to do for him, keeping their apartment tidy, waking him up- a deceptively strenuous task-). And though Shirley went out as little as she could stand (if neighbors knew that she existed and yet she never went outside, wouldn't that only make her more suspicious-seeming? she had argued), her many tumultuous emotions (her sorrow over the loss of Stella, her growing love for Senel, her worries about the future...) seemed to spill and spread like a flood, filling her entire being.
There were two ways their precarious position could be destroyed- either from the outside or from the inside. Either they could be discovered or the tensions of the tight situation would suffocate them. It was impossible to believe that such a delicate balance could be maintained forever, but both Senel and Shirley were determined that it would not be through their own weakness that their idyll in camouflage would be destroyed (if not to themselves, if not to each other, they owed it to Stella and her valiant sacrifice). So, each day, Shirley willed herself to express her feelings quietly through her actions rather than overwhelming Senel with love of a sort he might not reciprocate and Senel pushed himself to put up a calm facade and go out into the world to work and support them.
Days became weeks, weeks became months. They fell into a routine and, if not an ease, a sort of patient waiting for that inevitable end.
The worst that could happen, Senel thought, would be for Vaclav's agents to discover Shirley and take her away while he was off on a mission at sea and unable to protect her.
The worst that could happen, Shirley thought, would be for Senel to grow tired of the burden of supporting and hiding her and simply up and leave.
But this time around, neither fears would come true. They fled in the dark of the night, in the midst of a storm, but they did it together.