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[January 12] Fire Emblem: Fates - Revolutions
Title: Revolutions
Day/Prompt: 12. You keep telling me that being a man means doing all these tasks and being aggro all the time, but I'm starting to think that stuff's malarkey!
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fates
Character/Pairing: Xander, Laslow
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 500
Summary: Post-canon. Xander has much to do, which he'd like to do his own way, but...
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At the end, his father had left too much undone and too much ignored. There was outcry over dipping into the already-crippled treasury but Xander, King of Nohr, insisted on its necessity. He couldn't ask more of the people yet- recovering from the war and all that it had taken from them took precedence. Soldiers needed to be retrained to repair infrastructure, not kill. And those dead needed to be properly mourned-
"Milord, I'm sure your desk is very comfortable, but perhaps for the first time this week you should go to bed?"
Xander blinked awake, suddenly aware of Laslow and the blanket that had already been draped over him.
"I still need to..." The amount of papers on his desk never diminished, in part to needing to remove a few administrators who had not been supportive of his plans. While he desired to foster a new kindness in Nohr, it could not be borne of existing treachery.
"Camilla told me how you work yourself to exhaustion and I daresay you're there," Laslow said. Pleaded. It was an unfamiliar look.
Though perhaps Laslow had never truly seen him like that? Like this? Their time together had mainly been on battlefields, or marches with structured days, camps where surely he could grab a few extra moments to spar but there were always schedules...
He'd already become what he'd needed to be by then, anyway.
And now he wanted to be...
He didn't want to see that expression on Laslow's face.
"For tonight."
Undressing was a blur and Xander said nothing as Laslow did similar, leaving only the necessary layer before crawling into Xander's large bed. It already looked slept in- Had Laslow been nearby the whole time? He'd excused him not long after dragging yet another pile of papers into his personal study for perusal...
The bed felt better than any had in a long time and Xander meant to look over at Laslow, but he closed his eyes and-
-clearly it was morning, clearly Laslow had brought breakfast, and coffee had never smelled so good.
"Unfortunately this is as late as I could let you sleep, milord," Laslow said as he waited for Xander to sit up and get a second pillow behind himself.
"How late is it?" As badly as he'd needed it, Xander was filled with dread.
"Plenty of time before audiences, everything else is ready, not to worry..." Laslow smiled and handed over the coffee.
It wasn't quite like it had been before, waking up in a tent on a battlefield to Laslow making coffee or tea with a wistful smile on his face. But it was nice. Xander wouldn't deny that.
"Maybe, after the midday meal, we can spar," Xander said. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let Laslow run circles around him, away from curious eyes. He missed that, while trying to sort out so much more.
"But milord..."
"In return, it might be a late night again."
Laslow sighed.
"But not too late."
Day/Prompt: 12. You keep telling me that being a man means doing all these tasks and being aggro all the time, but I'm starting to think that stuff's malarkey!
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fates
Character/Pairing: Xander, Laslow
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 500
Summary: Post-canon. Xander has much to do, which he'd like to do his own way, but...
--
At the end, his father had left too much undone and too much ignored. There was outcry over dipping into the already-crippled treasury but Xander, King of Nohr, insisted on its necessity. He couldn't ask more of the people yet- recovering from the war and all that it had taken from them took precedence. Soldiers needed to be retrained to repair infrastructure, not kill. And those dead needed to be properly mourned-
"Milord, I'm sure your desk is very comfortable, but perhaps for the first time this week you should go to bed?"
Xander blinked awake, suddenly aware of Laslow and the blanket that had already been draped over him.
"I still need to..." The amount of papers on his desk never diminished, in part to needing to remove a few administrators who had not been supportive of his plans. While he desired to foster a new kindness in Nohr, it could not be borne of existing treachery.
"Camilla told me how you work yourself to exhaustion and I daresay you're there," Laslow said. Pleaded. It was an unfamiliar look.
Though perhaps Laslow had never truly seen him like that? Like this? Their time together had mainly been on battlefields, or marches with structured days, camps where surely he could grab a few extra moments to spar but there were always schedules...
He'd already become what he'd needed to be by then, anyway.
And now he wanted to be...
He didn't want to see that expression on Laslow's face.
"For tonight."
Undressing was a blur and Xander said nothing as Laslow did similar, leaving only the necessary layer before crawling into Xander's large bed. It already looked slept in- Had Laslow been nearby the whole time? He'd excused him not long after dragging yet another pile of papers into his personal study for perusal...
The bed felt better than any had in a long time and Xander meant to look over at Laslow, but he closed his eyes and-
-clearly it was morning, clearly Laslow had brought breakfast, and coffee had never smelled so good.
"Unfortunately this is as late as I could let you sleep, milord," Laslow said as he waited for Xander to sit up and get a second pillow behind himself.
"How late is it?" As badly as he'd needed it, Xander was filled with dread.
"Plenty of time before audiences, everything else is ready, not to worry..." Laslow smiled and handed over the coffee.
It wasn't quite like it had been before, waking up in a tent on a battlefield to Laslow making coffee or tea with a wistful smile on his face. But it was nice. Xander wouldn't deny that.
"Maybe, after the midday meal, we can spar," Xander said. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let Laslow run circles around him, away from curious eyes. He missed that, while trying to sort out so much more.
"But milord..."
"In return, it might be a late night again."
Laslow sighed.
"But not too late."