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finished my first big fire emblem:awakening fanfic!go out there and read it~
“What time is the party again?”

“Sundown.” Basilio wipes sweat from his forehead with a towel and throws it at me. I swat it away, opting to just drink water a maid left out for us while we were sparring.

I look out the narrow windows; it’s late afternoon. “We should get ready then.”

Basilio shrugs. “I’m gonna practice for a while longer. Do you know what to wear?”

I sigh. “Actually, I was thinking of going in my dancer clothes.”

The dark man sputters, “What?! It’s your special day!”

“I know, I know, but I have nothing special to wear.” Out of habit, I start stretching my arms.

“What about that shopping spree?”

I let out a short laugh. “Yeah...that wasn’t on our minds at the time.” Catching the look in his eyes, I add, “Don’t get me wrong, we bought a dress, but they were casual. I guess I’ll just wear those…”

Basilio claps a hand on my back in reassurance. “Don’t worry, girl, you’re special regardless of what you wear.”

I blush. “Thanks, Basilio.” I let out a breath and get up from our resting spot. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” On my way out, I bump into Lon’qu, who was just coming in. “O-oh...hello.” I bow slightly. He returns the gesture, meeting my eyes briefly. We both blush, the memory of sleeping together that night still very fresh. He brushes past me and I glance at Basilio, a queer look in his eyes.

Back in my room, exhausted, I flop onto the bed. “Why is swordfighting so haaard? I wanna take a nap…”
“...Olivia, wake up!” Loud clapping interrupts another Lon’qu-related dream. I keep having them lately. They’re all ridiculously sweet and innocent, like going to a park or picking flowers. Of course, it’s uncharacteristic of Lon’qu, but a girl can dream.

“Wha--?!” Vaguely in the dim light, I see a figure on the bed with me. “Lon…?” A smile starts forming on my face.

“What? No, it’s Flavia. Get up!”

My eyes fly open. “Oh gods, Flavia! Why are you here?!”

“I should be asking you that!” she retorts. “You’re not dressed!”

I rub my eyes. “What time is it…?”


“Sundown?! Sh--!”

“Come on, everyone’s waiting!” The blonde pulls me off the bed and undresses me, much to my embarrassment.

“I can dress myself…” I mumble.

“I know girl, I’m just speeding things along.”

The bleariness out of my eyes, I stare at Flavia’s attire. “What are you wearing?”

“A dress, girl. You know what that is,” she replies teasingly.

“It’s so pretty…” It’s a long blue dress that sparkles like the night sky, complimenting her skin. “Goes well with your eyes.”

Flavia blushes, a rare occurrence. “Shut up. Now, take this.” She thrusts a mint green dress at me.

“Flavia...this isn’t mine.” I furrow my eyebrows at it. It’s covered in clear plastic to keep it safe.

She shrugs. “It was in your closet.”

Slowly, I take the plastic off and feel the fabric. This is… “This is the dress I wanted,” I say out loud.

“Hm?” Flavia is more interested in finding matching jewelry, pawing through my vanity.

“The dress I saw Lon’qu’s first night shopping.” The only person who knows is him. Did he…? No, it was probably Basilio. That could mean he was playing with me earlier.

The blonde finally stops to look it clearly. “It’s a wonderful color.” Then snapping out of it, she commands, “Put in on! You’re already late!”

“Oh gods, you’re right!” Hurriedly, I throw the dress on, the hem just hitting my knees. Perfect fit. Definitely must’ve been Basilio. The East-Khan pushes me into the seat at the vanity, making me choose which jewelry set. I decide on pink heart earrings and a dark blue bow necklace as Flavia fusses with my hair. She decides to leave it down for a change, but keeps the few braids intact.

When I finish putting on red lipstick, Flavia comments, “Lovely, Olivia.”

I blush hard, avoiding her gaze in the mirror. “Thank you.”

Surprisingly, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday. Now put on your best shoes and let’s go!”
I arrived at the party to a chorus of, “Happy birthday, Olivia!” All I’ve been doing since is flitting around, making conversation. Only a few rich people I’ve entertained for their parties and the Shepherds were invited, but it’s a big turnout.

“Lady Olivia!” I hear Chrom of Ylisse call out for me in the middle of Shepherd girls fawning over my dress. They all ooh and push me towards him, to pegasus knight Cordelia’s subtle disappointment.

“H-hello, Prince Chrom. You know I’m not a proper lady…”

He pulls me in for a hug. “But it’s your birthday! It’s the least I can do for today other than sending you dozens of flowers on the behalf of the army.”

I giggle. “You’re too kind.” I hit him lightly on the arm. Just then, Lon’qu appears at my side, grabbing hold of my elbow. “L-Lon’qu!”

“Oh hello there! You must be Basilio’s representative! I’ve been told you’re quite strong.” Chrom holds out a hand. Reluctantly, Lon’qu takes it.

In a clipped tone, the dark-haired man says, “I must borrow the birthday girl for a bit,” and pulls me away.

I look over my shoulder and mouth, “Excuse us.” When Lon’qu brings me to the other side of the room, I ask, “What do you need me for?”

“Was he harassing you?” His mouth is set in a thin line.

“What? No, Chrom’s a sweetheart.”

“Who is he?”

“The prince of Ylisse…?”

At this, Lon’qu balks. “Oh gods…”

I pat his shoulder, noting that he doesn’t recoil. “It’s a simple mistake.”

Lon’qu shakes his head. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun!”

“Even though everyone’s eyes are on you?” Absentmindedly, he tugs on my hair.

“It’s my birthday, so I love the attention.” I giggle and wink, causing him to blush. “Are your eyes on me?” I ask softly.

Lon’qu’s eyes widen, shocked. He starts to stutter a response, but I’m called for a round of toasts. I glide away, mentally slapping myself. I forget about it in the sweet toasts and the music swells, signaling everyone to find a partner and dance. I’m twirled from partner to partner, laughing, drunk from a few glasses of wine and the rush of dancing.

Finally, I end up with Lon’qu for the last dance of the night. I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle up to him. “O-Olivia...this isn’t the position for ballroom dancing.”

“You wanna do that?”

“Yes, please. I’ve...I’ve learned how to do it impress you.” His brown eyes meet mine, blushing hard.

I sober up a little. “Then let’s dance.” To my astonishment, he’s learned very well, even picking me up and spinning me, making the skirt of the dress flare out. When the song ends, everyone claps and I realize we were the only ones on the floor. We hear several whistles and our cheeks turn red. “Thank you, Lon’qu!” I gush, hugging him.

I could’ve sworn he said, “Anything for you,” but I might be imagining things. He pulls away first, but his touch lingers, his rare grin lighting up the room.

Feeling a bit lightheaded, I announce, “Let’s get some cake!”
After the last dedicated partiers leave, I draw the line. Flavia and Basilio insist that we stay up all night like the previous years, but I’m done. I’m tipsy, I’m tired, and my bed’s calling me. Which is a good sign of an amazing party. “Nooo guys, let me sleeeep…”

“So early girl?” Basilio questions, a glint in his eye.

“It’s like...wayy past midnight?” Both Khans continue to protest, but I wave them off, going towards the stairs. I trip on the third step. Thankfully, I grab on the banister to keep my balance, but I feel a sudden cool touch on my elbow. I already know who it is.

“I’ll, um...I’ll escort you,” Lon’qu volunteers, lightly pulling me up the stairs.

“Good night!” the Khans chorus. Lon’qu and I share a chuckle. They’re gonna keep the festivities strong, just for me.

Lon’qu takes me back to my room, his hand on my arm even though I haven’t stumbled again. “Did you have a good time, Olivia?” he asks once we reach the door.

I nod, grinning. “Soo much!”

He gives me another rare smile. “I’m happy.”

“Did you have a good time, Lon’qu?”

Lon’qu ponders. I’m ushering us into the room when he replies, “Yes, I did, surprisingly.”

I laugh. “Yay! It means a lot that you did.” Where did that come from? a part of me questions. I don’t think about too much as I start towards my bed, saying, “Well, thanks Lon--,” when he pulls me to him, my back to his chest. My cheeks are on fire from the sudden intimate contact that he initiated. Is he drunk too?

The dark-haired man sighs. “What am I doing…?” He seems to be asking himself more than me. He wraps his arms around my waist loosely, but I don’t dare move. “What are you doing to me…? I wish I was drunk, so this would make more sense, but…”

“Are...are you okay?”

“No. You’ve bewitched me without spells.” His mouth is too close to my ear, making my breath catch in my throat. “How, Olivia?”

“I-I don’t know.” My face only gets hotter. “How are you touching me like this?”

“I’m not afraid of being near you...anymore.” He pulls me closer, his jagged breath an indication of him fighting with himself. “In fact, I think, not that.”

“Let me go,” I weakly say, wishing he doesn’t comply.

“I can’t, Olivia.”

A thought comes to me. “Are you...the one who bought me this dress?” I feel him nod against my hair. “You remembered…”

“Of course I did. I wanted to make you happy for your birthday.” It worked. We let a silence grow between us, neither one moving. Lon’qu sighs again. “Can you feel my heart racing?”

I move my head to hear his heart thumping hard. “Mm-hm…”

“Is yours too?” His voice grows desperate. I want to deny it, but… As an answer, I take one of his hands and guide it to my chest, where it’s beating wildly.

“L-Lon’qu...what does this mean?” I inquire timidly.

“We have grown feelings for each other. I-is that okay?”

I look up at him, reaching up to kiss his nose. “Yes. It’s more than okay.” He blushes, finally letting me go.

“What now?” He maintains a hold on my hand.

“Sleep with me tonight, please?”

“A-alright. I’ll be right back.” Hesitating, he releases my hand and slips out of my room. I change out of my dress in a daze and throw on my pajamas. Lon’qu returns, wearing just black pants that reach his shins. In the dark, we both blush and make our way to my bed. We settle under the covers in the same position as last time, letting out a breath. “I’ve missed this…” Lon’qu admits. I reach up to kiss his cheek, feeling brave. The reddened man looks at me tenderly, a hand over his cheek.

“You’re not the only one.”

His hand moves to my hair. “Your eyes...they’re so beautiful. Where they always pink…?”

“Of course silly,” I whisper. With that, he pulls me down for a sweet kiss on the lips.
“How are you feeling?”

I roll my eyes at Basilio. “You know the answer.” For the umpteenth time, the host of the party announces my name and Basilio pushes me out to the audience. I search for Lon’qu out of habit, but I didn’t need to try hard; he’s in the front, his eyes on me for the first time. We gaze at each other, smiling widely. The music starts for my favorite routine and I dance away, never looking away from him, feeling complete.
Look at Me: The Birthday and the Confession
last chapter!
it's been a wild ride,but I hope I did them justice!
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“So girl, are you excited for your birthday?” Basilio questions as he takes a sip of water. Everyone's at the dining table except Lon'qu. Where is he? a part of me wonders.

“What?” I reply belatedly, looking up from my plate. I've barely eaten anything. “Oh, right, um…”

“Did you forget your birthday?” Flavia asks, her blue eyes surprised.

“I guess, haha.” I didn’t; I just spent more time avoiding Lon’qu than thinking about it. Even with what happened in the laundry room, I still kept my distance around him. He’s taken the hint and toned down the eagerness to do my bidding.

“Birthday?” the cursed man interrupts, appearing at the stairs. We all turn to face him.

“Yeah, she’s going to be nineteen!” Basilio boasts.

Lon’qu slowly brings his eyes to me. I start blushing, which causes him to blush in turn. I know that the Khans shared a knowing look. They seem to do that a lot lately… “You’re nineteen?”

“ old are you?” That’s so rude, Olivia! Has Basilio taught you nothing in manners?! Then again… “I-if you don’t mind,” I amend.

Lon’qu drops his gaze onto the floor. “...Twenty-two.”

“Ah, close to our age!” Flavia exclaims. Both Khans are in their early thirties.

“When is it?”

“Next week!” Basilio replies.

“Congratulations,” Lon’qu says to me. Now everyone looks at me expectantly for some hint of giddiness. I’m famous for being a tad too excited about my birthday. Gotta enjoy my youth, right?

“Yayyy…! Then I can go shopping, woo…!” How can I think about my birthday when I’m still reeling about Lon’qu being the only person who doesn’t look at my dancing? And that he held my hand willingly? Gods, I need a break…

Thankfully, my statement appeases the Khans. “Great! Let’s go right now!” Flavia says, jumping up from her seat and grabs my wrist to pull me from my seat while I’m in the middle of scarfing down mashed potatoes for the first time since the meal began.

“Don’t stay out too long,” Basilio reminds us, bringing me back to my sixteenth birthday, where Flavia and I camped out on the streets to get tickets for an exclusive performance. It took us three days, but it was worth it.

“We won’t!” Flavia and I chorus, though I’m not exactly sure if we’d uphold it. Flavia pushes me towards the stairs as I look back to see Lon’qu watching me go with saddened eyes.
“Tell me again why...we’re doing this spree a week before my birthday?” It’s past midnight and Flavia and I are hauling what feels like a thousand bags to my room.

“You need a distraction...I also need to get supplies.” The East-Khan won’t meet my eyes as she says this. I squint at her. During the trip, she’s slipped away while I was changing into countless outfits, coming back with more bags stuffed with tissue paper, refusing to tell me what she got.

“Okay…” As we near my bedroom door, I notice that there’s a dark figure lurking. They’re not paying attention to us or doing anything in particular, just pacing in front of the door. I’m about to scream, but Flavia notices too. She puts a finger on her lips and lunges at the figure, sword out, shopping bags and all. Quickly, the figure parries the blow with their own sword.

“Not again, you--”

“East-Khan?” Lon’qu.

The East-Khan and I let out a sigh of relief, dropping the bags. “Oh, boy, it’s just you.”

“Lon’qu, what are you doing creeping around my door?!” I nearly screech. My eye adjust enough to the darkness to make out that he hasn’t changed into his sleepwear at all. Was he…? No. Too late, I realize that I’ve stepped towards him, but he hasn’t moved. He only moves away when Flavia gets closer.

“...I was waiting for your return, Olivia.” Again, my heart sings at the way he says my name, but I squash it.

“Why?” I get closer, staring him down. I can make out that he’s blushing, but I can’t tell how much.

Flavia sees the growing tension and slides away with the bags of things she bought without me. “I’ll leave you two kids alone…”

Lon’qu relaxes when Flavia is out of earshot and whispers, “I mis--I was worried.”

That takes me back. “Oh…”

The ruffled man starts pacing again. “It’s ridiculous, but I’m supposed to protect you, and I--”

“Oh Lon’qu, that’s only for parties. Flavia and Basilio can handle it the other times.”

He stops pacing for a moment and looks into my eyes. “Yes, but I want--oh no…”

I perk up. “You want what?” Hopefully it’s lighter than visiting his wrecked village.

For the first time since I found him, he takes a big step back. “N-nothing,” he stutters.

My shoulders drop. “O…okay.”

After several seconds of awkward silence, Lon’qu offers, “Let me help you.” Without letting me answer, he picks up all of the bags and patiently waits for me to open the door. Blushing, I push it open and let him in. He nods at me in thanks and places all of them by my closet.


“Anytime.” A little eager there…guess he still wants to make it up. I gesture the way out, but Lon’qu doesn’t move. He stands there, looking at my feet.

“Is there something…?” I begin.

The man nods. “What...would you like for your birthday?” His gaze travels up my body, but not in a leering way. It’s more like he’s hesitating to look at my face. Of course. I think about the shopping spree; it was fun and all, getting new stuff, but nothing really caught my eye. I only did it to satisfy Flavia. “Do you still...want the dress?” Lon’qu asks to my surprise.

What dress? Hold on… “The one I was staring at when I went out with you the first time?” Immediately, heat rises to my cheeks. Make it sound like a date, Olivia. Real smooth.

Unfortunately, Lon’qu gets it too and starts blushing as well. “Y-yeah.”

I ponder for a minute. “ was so pretty…! But it’s probably gone by now.” It’s been a month or so.

“Ah...anything else?” His voice rises a little, trying to sound casual.

The infatuated side of me wants to scream, You! but I cross my arms and say, “Not that I can think of. But I’ll, um, let you know when I think of something.” Wow, trying to beat a dead horse, aren’t you?

Thankfully, Lon’qu doesn’t say anything about it. His mouth turns into a small frown, disappointed that I have nothing for him. “Alright...well, good night...I’m sorry.” I sigh inwardly. He’s been saying that ever since the party and honestly I have no real reason to be upset with him at this point. You just want him to notice you.

“Good night…” I say to his back as he closes the door. Sighing, I change into my pajamas for once and throw myself onto my bed, loving how soft and warm it is. Don’t think about him, I tell myself as I drift off into sleep.
Of course, I had to dream about Lon’qu. We weren’t even doing anything, just holding hands on a date and Lon’qu uncharacteristically kissing me first at the end. I really need to stop. Secretly though, I didn’t want it to end, but I suddenly woke up to screams. I thought it was me, but they’re still persisting. Slowly, I crawl out of bed and crack my door open an inch. The screams are coming from down the hall. And only two people sleep in this corridor: Lon’qu and me. Oh no, Lon’qu.

Heart beating fast, I run down the hall to Lon’qu’s room. I knock, but seeing how futile that is, I barge into his room. I’ve only been inside once before, but I don’t have time to balk at the fact that I’m in a man’s room. Lon’qu writhes on his bed, the sheets thrown off. “Lon’qu?” My voice rises an octave. He doesn’t answer. I approach him to see that he’s asleep. A nightmare?

“Ke...ri…” the sweaty man croaks, his face contorted in fear.

“Lon’qu,” I say a little louder. I’m afraid to touch him. There’s no time for that, just do it!


“Lon’qu…!” I start shaking him, but he grabs onto me and flings me to the side. My back hits the wall, but I’m undeterred. I jump on him and shake him hard. “Lon’qu!” I plead. Please wake up. I can’t see you like this. He only responds by pushing me away.

“Let me...protect you…!” He thrashes around even more, but I don’t fall off the bed.

“You’ve done enough!” I cry. I grip his shoulders, willing him to wake up.

The minute the words leave my mouth, Lon’qu’s brown eyes shoot open, wild and unfocused. I notice that there are bags under them. Has he not been sleeping? “Ke’ri…?” He looks at me, but not really.

“Lon...qu?” I ask tentatively, wondering who this girl is.

His chest starts heaving, his mouth breaking into another rare smile and pulls me close. He kisses my shoulder. “Ke’ri, I missed you much…” Lon’qu starts to sob quietly. Is Ke’ri his girlfriend…? I feel guilty for witnessing him like this, when it’s clearly for someone else.

“I...I’m so sorry.” I run my fingers through his hair, hating that I’m leading him on. “But I’m not…”

“Not what?” Lon’qu pulls back a little.

I bite my lip. “I’m not...Ke’ri.”

The man pulls away even farther to look into my eyes, like really look. He realizes his mistake and his face falls entirely. “Olivia…? What are you doing?”

Tears spring to my eyes. “I-I-I’m really sorry, b-but you were screaming and I came to check and…”

Lon’qu looks at me as if he lost the girl again. “I...I apologize for the disturbance.” His voice sounds hollow, but his eyes are glassy. “Go back to sleep.”

I furrow my eyebrows. “Lon’ can let it out.” I put a hand on his cheek. That breaks him. He pulls me close again, crying heartbroken tears. I pet him in comfort. It feels like hours before his sobs subside.

“Thank you...Olivia,” he finally says, pushing me away a little.

I nod. “Would to talk about it?” He doesn’t look at me as he shakes his head. “Okay...I’ll let you be.”

I move to get off the bed, but Lon’qu’s small voice pleads, “Please don’t leave.”

Surprised, I meet his eyes. “ sure?”

He gives a curt nod. We both know what this would imply usually, but it’s clear he needs someone to hold, regardless of his fear. I move to lay by his side, becoming aware at the last minute that he’s shirtless. I blush, but I remind myself, We’re just sleeping. We snuggle close enough that I can hear his heartbeat and I kiss his shoulder. He lets out a short breath and kisses the top of my head. Slowly, we fall asleep.
Look at Me: 2 a.m
chapter 8!it's a little longer than the rest,but I hope y'all get feels~
once again,i own nothing ^^
Please Naga, just kill me. Kill me now. “Are you okay with this?” Lon’qu looks at me, his mouth turned into a small frown. I don’t meet his eyes.

“Mm-hm. Yeah.” Ever since the party, I go out of my way to avoid having to do anything with him. But of course, the Khans insist I teach Lon’qu how to ballroom dance. “Are you?” You’re not supposed to converse with him!

“I’m not sure until we start.” In my periphery, he hangs his head, focusing on the floor.

I sigh. “Okay, well…” I walk towards him slowly, seeing his hands clench into fists. He refrains from moving away. “I hold your hand here…” I instruct, tracing a line on his arm before clasping his fist. With an internal struggle, he relaxes and entwines his fingers in mine.

“L-like...this?” I can practically feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

I ignore the way my heart jumps, saying, “No, like this.” I arrange our hands the correct way. “Then you place your other hand here…” Again, I trace a line to his other hand, overlooking the fact that it’s trembling. I guide it to my waist, feeling it fall limp. “No, firmer.” Lon’qu then grips a little harder, but still too loose. We’ll work on that later.

“Is this...enough?” Lon’qu gulps loudly. I only look at his cheeks--they’re a bright, burning red.

“We’re, uh...we’re too far apart.” I mean like come on, there’s a foot of pace between us. But I can’t handle getting closer. In all honesty, it’s not just him dreading the lesson. Ever since that night, I...I won’t allow getting too close, feeling betrayed and insulted. I’ve been asking myself, Why does it matter? He’s just doing what you’ve always wanted, but I keep coming back to the same answer. Maybe...maybe I don’t want him to. Maybe...I want him to notice me. Maybe...I like him. As always, I shut that part out of my mind.

Lon’qu shuffles like an inch. I shuffle another inch. We both know it’s not enough, but the closer we get, the redder our faces become. When we’re around six inches away, the appropriate distance, we’re blushing like it’s a sauna in here. Strangely, I see that Lon’qu has loosened up considerably, but I’ve tensed.

“Okay, I guess we’re ready to start,” I pronounce.

“But Olivia…” I smother the way my heart starts beating faster, the stupid smile starting to form. Did you really have to say my name? “Aren’t we supposed to look at each other?”

I let out a forced laugh. “Ha, no.”

“But...all the other couples did at the party.”

“Psh yeah...’cause they’re experienced.”

“You didn’t,” he points out. His mouth is too close to my ear, just like that night. Before I can even think of a retort, he adds, “Well, you don’t like it anyways…” Some part of me wants to scream, I like it when it’s you! “So...what now?” The pressure finally gets to me. I let go of Lon’qu and briskly walk to the door. “Olivia, what’s wrong?”

I shake my head vigorously, not turning around. “Y-you’re not ready. You’re still too afraid,” I lie. I’m afraid. I can’t do this. I leave the room as calmly as possible, and once I’m out of sight, I sprint to my room.
After that disaster, I’d begged Flavia to find someone else, refusing to explain why. Lon’qu keeps trying to corner me, but I make up some excuse to evade him. Finally, he finds me in the laundry room, folding clothes.

“Olivia,” Lon’qu starts urgently, alarming me.

“Gods, Lon’qu!” I say, pressing a hand to my chest.

“I-I’m sorry; you’ve been unavailable often.”

“I’m kinda busy now,” I retort, smoothing the wrinkles out of a damp shirt.

“I’ll be quick.” The dark-haired man lets out a deep breath. “What have I done?”

I pause for a second, my mind racing. Shit. “Nothing. Why?” I continue to fold.

I hear him shifting his weight. “You’re...distant.”

“Are you sure it’s not just you?”

“Well...yes. You’re less friendly now.”

“Maybe I’m just respecting your boundaries.” I see him deflate in the corner of my eye.

“I still feel like I’ve upset you.” You don’t look at me.

“And what if I say yes?” I keep my tone nonchalant. I set the folded shirt aside and start on a gold dress--one of Flavia’s.

“Can I do anything to make it up to you?” He doesn’t even ask why. Is he that desperate to mend things? Without letting me answer, he strides over to a pile of clothes and starts folding one of them.

Stamping out the feeling of joy, I mumble, “You don’t have to help me fold…”

“I want to,” Lon’qu replies, no hesitation. We fold silently, but I can feel that Lon’qu has something on his mind. After several minutes, he begins, “I go to visit my hometown sometimes.” His voice is just barely above a whisper.

I stop and look at him. Thankfully, he’s focused on folding a scarf of his. “What are you talking about?”

“That’s what I do in my free time.”

“Oh, you weren’t born in Ferox?” My curiosity piques.

“No,” he responds, but he seems to hold himself back from saying more.

“Where is your hometown?” I ask tentatively.

“...Chon’sin.” Lon’qu’s mouth is set in a thin line, like he’s recalling something painful.

My eyes widen. Oh. Half of the village was burned down by packs of brigands. “I’m so sorry…”

Lon’qu sniffles a little. “I just wanted you to know.” My heart goes out to him. In a moment of weakness, I place a soothing hand on his arm. Curiously, he doesn’t cringe. He just puts a hand over mine, sighing.

Without saying anything else, we resume folding.
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Ailythe Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2015
Hello! Thanks for the watch <3
ariatwi Featured By Owner Jul 20, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
hello there!haha,u deserved it!
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Happy Bday! ^^

(Still need to draw you something!)
ariatwi Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
CreativeArtist-Kenta Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Student General Artist
np ^^
StrawberryPierogi Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2012
Thank you for the fav:iconchuuplz:
ariatwi Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
awww,ur welcome~
CreativeArtist-Kenta Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Student General Artist
Happy bday!
ariatwi Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
awwww thankuuuu!♥♥
CreativeArtist-Kenta Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2012  Student General Artist
np ^^ <3

I'll draw something for you soon
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