And at the centre of it all, of the Mountain, of the rebellion, of the entire world, were seven straight backed girls with circlets of flowers and steel upon their foreheads, thick blood upon their hands, loose wildfires in their hearts and fingers laced together.
Just a quick scribble today, I spent too long writing yesterday’s full length fic and didn’t leave enough time for this one. ^^;;
“Uh, Zack?” Cloud shifted his weight, trying to get a feel
for how the fabric hung off him. It felt snug, but not too tight anywhere. Good
range of movement. He thought it looked good from what he could see in the
mirror, but, to be honest, he was a backwater country bumpkin. What the hell
did he know about tailored dress uniforms.
Zack had more experience with this sort of thing, having
been a SOLDIER for much longer and dragged to plenty of black tie events and
formal parades in his time. Except that Zack had fallen oddly silent, and Cloud
was starting to worry it looked awful on him or something.
“So. Is this okay for the dress uniform?”
Still no reply. Cloud turned away from the mirror to see
what Zack was up to. He was still perched on the little fabric pouf just to the
side of the changing area, but from his expression he seemed miles away.
Cloud rolled his eyes and nudged Zack’s shin with his foot.
Zack jerked back into awareness, shaking himself out of his
daydreaming and giving Cloud a sheepish smile.
“You seem distracted,” Cloud commented, a little
concerned. Zack had insisted on coming along to help out, but Cloud had thought
it would be boring for him to just sit around watching Cloud try on dress
uniforms. And then they’d had to wait for the tailor to alter one down to the
perfect fit after that. Spacing out probably meant Zack was bored after all, and Cloud felt guilty about it all over again.
“Sorry,” Zack said. “I was having an epiphany.”
Cloud’s expression wrinkled into a small frown of confusion.
“Mmhm. I think it was from staring at your ass… those trousers, man. They fit so well. The cut
lines, the way they accentuate your perfect butt…”
That frown bled away, heat seeping into Cloud’s cheeks
instead. He coughed to try and get Zack back on topic.
“Mmm. Anyway, so I was staring at your butt, and it made me
totally emphasise with that old cliché. You know the one, right? About how
people are supposed to swoon over uniforms? I never really understood why.
Especially the SOLDIER uniform. I mean, we’re both stuck wearing it every day, we
can agree it’s kinda dorky.”
“Yeah. And it suits you to a T,” Cloud joked. “What was your
“But, that.” Zack gestured up and down at Cloud. “Oh, Cloud.
Cloudy. Sunshine chocobo of my heart. That dress uniform you’ve got on right
now. That is the kind of uniform that
leaves people swooning.”
Cloud huffed, not sure whether he should be mildly offended
at Zack’s choice of endearment, or flattered that he seemed to approve of Cloud’s
dress blues at least.
“Seriously,” Zack said. He looked serious now too, staring
Cloud straight in the eye with utter sincerity. “If you told me to bend over right now, my pants
would be off in a heartbeat.”
Cloud snorted, then chuckled, then finally doubled over in
full laughter. “You’re ridiculous,”
he informed Zack. That didn’t stop Cloud from straddling Zack’s thighs though,
a wide smile of amusement still on his face as his kissed his boyfriend
He couldn’t do much more than that, not while they were
still technically in public at the tailors. The owner of the establishment had
left Cloud to get changed on his own while dealing with another customer, but
that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be back to check on them shortly.
Cloud sighed as he kissed Zack once more before sliding out of the SOLDIER’s lap. But his eyes as he
glanced back were full of promise.
“Tomorrow once this stupid parade is over, I’m going to hold you to that,”
LADY FIRE from Kristin Cashore’s Seven Kingdoms series. the first of a series of YA characters of color I’m doing for repfest!! I love this book so much…
Fire’s flowers: ranunculus (radiant beauty/your beauty dazzles me), milk vetch (your presence softens my pain), cactus (endurance, my heart burns with love), fraxinella (the “burning bush,” this plant literally catches ON FIRE, ayyy), white violet (let’s take a chance on happiness)
i’m moving really slowly w this now; i hit a couple of busy days and then i was gonna try and finish another four or so tonight but then my nap kind of turned into three hours so. ep and feuilly join the ranks wooooo
He and En
didn’t talk about it at school at all. After the fight on the baseball diamond
the entire club had retreated to the bathhouse, he and En taking turns
apologizing more and more profusely. There was a rhythm to the conversation,
the same ease Atsushi always feels with En, and he didn’t have to think much
about it to keep his end of the conversation going. That meant he had plenty of
space to turn over the other pieces of the fight, the way En’s arms felt
supporting his shoulders, the way he could see the clear blue of En’s eyes
washing free of the red shadow that had been lying over them as he stared at
Atsushi. So he was sure, or very nearly sure, that when he said, “Can I come
home with you?” that En knew what he meant.