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[May 5] [Fire Emblem: Fates] Wounds That Do Not Heal
Title: Wounds That Do Not Heal
Day/Prompt: May 5/Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les bêtes l'ont mangé. / Seek my heart no longer; the beasts have eaten it.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fates
Character/Pairing: Xander
Rating/Warning(s): AA, pre-game
Word Count: 200
Summary: Xander will have to rebuild not replace.
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Xander stared at his father, quite nearly gobsmacked. He'd finally dragged himself in front of the man, even though the healers hadn't yet wanted him to go, to tell tale of an ambush and losing both of his beloved retainers...
"Father, I--"
"You heard me. Find new retainers or I'll find them for you. Then return and slaughter every Hoshidan soldier you come across. Don't fail me again."
The words were cold in Xander's blood but he understood. He would do just that; he had no other options.
"I will not, Father," Xander replied flatly, evenly. He gave his father a little nod. "I shall begin preparations."
He received little more than a grunt of acknowledgement as he turned to leave. He had not lied, at least, though 'preparations' would begin with heaving himself into bed until wounds healed a bit more and bruises faded from grotesque yellows and greens. He would grieve for his lost companions who he'd loved more than he was willing to admit...
It would be no small feat to replace what he'd lost, if even he could.
Perhaps it best not to think of it that way at all...
Some things could not be replaced.
Day/Prompt: May 5/Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les bêtes l'ont mangé. / Seek my heart no longer; the beasts have eaten it.
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fates
Character/Pairing: Xander
Rating/Warning(s): AA, pre-game
Word Count: 200
Summary: Xander will have to rebuild not replace.
--
Xander stared at his father, quite nearly gobsmacked. He'd finally dragged himself in front of the man, even though the healers hadn't yet wanted him to go, to tell tale of an ambush and losing both of his beloved retainers...
"Father, I--"
"You heard me. Find new retainers or I'll find them for you. Then return and slaughter every Hoshidan soldier you come across. Don't fail me again."
The words were cold in Xander's blood but he understood. He would do just that; he had no other options.
"I will not, Father," Xander replied flatly, evenly. He gave his father a little nod. "I shall begin preparations."
He received little more than a grunt of acknowledgement as he turned to leave. He had not lied, at least, though 'preparations' would begin with heaving himself into bed until wounds healed a bit more and bruises faded from grotesque yellows and greens. He would grieve for his lost companions who he'd loved more than he was willing to admit...
It would be no small feat to replace what he'd lost, if even he could.
Perhaps it best not to think of it that way at all...
Some things could not be replaced.