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no_true_pairTitle: Firsts
Author: Kay,sincere
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
Pairing/characters: Estelle/Flynn
Warnings: None. Fluff.
Prompt/challenge you're answering: "umbrella"
Permanent link to fic: On my writing journal,insincere.
.firsts.
The patter of rain was all around them, and it felt like the only sound in the world, drowning out even their footsteps. Estelle's voice rose up above the shimmering white noise, but Flynn's mind was far away. It wasn't that he didn't find her story interesting: quite the opposite. He was distracted by how much he would've liked to be there.
"And that's when Karol said that dancing in the rain was for kids," Estelle continued avidly. "My feelings were a little hurt, to be honest, but I couldn't exactly explain myself to him and tell him that as a princess of the Empire I'd never even been out in the rain before. But Yuri spoke up to tell him that that just because Captain Karol was too cool to enjoy kid stuff like that didn't mean the rest of us couldn't. And then he just -- went out into the rain himself!"
It sounded like something Yuri would do. Gently poking fun while giving everyone what they really wanted. Providing an excuse for Lady Estellise to go out and experience the world, even though he had no reason to understand how little she knew about it. Very like Yuri.
But it was frustrating, too.
"So of course, I went out after him. It was so much fun! It's invigorating, the sensation of wet clothes plastered to your skin, and no one there to tell you to stop...!"
Flynn smiled faintly to himself, rueful. If he were a better friend -- a better person, probably, he would just be happy for her. He would be happy that Yuri was able to make her feel good about something she wanted to do, and give her a wonderful experience.
But he was trying to imagine it, the moment she described, and he just kept thinking about himself. Some friend.
"Flynn."
He looked up, eyes widening, and found Estelle watching him. Rather than irritated by his distraction, her sea-green gaze was concerned.
"Are you all right? You seem so preoccupied..."
Caught! Flynn felt his face color, and he shook his head. Estelle had stopped walking and in his distraction he had taken a step beyond the edge of the umbrella she was holding. The gentle rain dotted his shoulders and sleeves, starting to thread his hair with dew.
"I'm fine. I apologize. I was just imagining what it must have been like for you back then, and I suppose I ended up not listening."
"Oh, Flynn." Estelle smiled at him, a little bit embarrassed, maybe. "I would've liked for you to have been there, too. I know we talked about it..."
It felt like a long time ago, now. She had been strictly forbidden from entering the open-air courtyards when it was raining, and one gloomy day he had found her leaning precariously far out a window on the third floor of the castle, holding out a hand to try and catch a drop of rain. He pulled her inside, and they talked, and she had gone on and on about the rain as if it were the most enchanting and fascinating thing she could imagine.
Captivated by her childlike excitement, Flynn had promised her that -- someday -- he would take her out into it.
But her excitement now was for things long past, things he hadn't been able to show to her. For other people who had done what he couldn't.
It was a little disheartening.
"I am disappointed I couldn't be there with you," he admitted. And then, gently, "But more than that, I'm happy for you."
Estelle looked down at the wet cobblestones between them, spinning the umbrella idly. And then, suddenly, she lowered it, dipping it to the side.
"Lady Estellise--!"
"I have an idea," she said, impish and irrepressible as the rain started to wet her hair and her dress. "You may have missed my first time out in the rain, but that doesn't mean there aren't other firsts we can share."
She stepped closer, hovered, and then took another step, until she was only an inch away from him. Flynn felt completely frozen as she reached up, putting her hand on his damp shoulder, and pushed herself up on tiptoes to kiss him, soft but lingering, waiting.
Her first kiss; a first kiss in the rain. Slowly Flynn lifted his hands to her waist, the conflict that had been distracting him washed away by the cool wet rain dripping down his skin, and the warm, perfect feel of her lips against his.
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Author: Kay,
sincereFandom: Tales of Vesperia
Pairing/characters: Estelle/Flynn
Warnings: None. Fluff.
Prompt/challenge you're answering: "umbrella"
Permanent link to fic: On my writing journal,
insincere..firsts.
The patter of rain was all around them, and it felt like the only sound in the world, drowning out even their footsteps. Estelle's voice rose up above the shimmering white noise, but Flynn's mind was far away. It wasn't that he didn't find her story interesting: quite the opposite. He was distracted by how much he would've liked to be there.
"And that's when Karol said that dancing in the rain was for kids," Estelle continued avidly. "My feelings were a little hurt, to be honest, but I couldn't exactly explain myself to him and tell him that as a princess of the Empire I'd never even been out in the rain before. But Yuri spoke up to tell him that that just because Captain Karol was too cool to enjoy kid stuff like that didn't mean the rest of us couldn't. And then he just -- went out into the rain himself!"
It sounded like something Yuri would do. Gently poking fun while giving everyone what they really wanted. Providing an excuse for Lady Estellise to go out and experience the world, even though he had no reason to understand how little she knew about it. Very like Yuri.
But it was frustrating, too.
"So of course, I went out after him. It was so much fun! It's invigorating, the sensation of wet clothes plastered to your skin, and no one there to tell you to stop...!"
Flynn smiled faintly to himself, rueful. If he were a better friend -- a better person, probably, he would just be happy for her. He would be happy that Yuri was able to make her feel good about something she wanted to do, and give her a wonderful experience.
But he was trying to imagine it, the moment she described, and he just kept thinking about himself. Some friend.
"Flynn."
He looked up, eyes widening, and found Estelle watching him. Rather than irritated by his distraction, her sea-green gaze was concerned.
"Are you all right? You seem so preoccupied..."
Caught! Flynn felt his face color, and he shook his head. Estelle had stopped walking and in his distraction he had taken a step beyond the edge of the umbrella she was holding. The gentle rain dotted his shoulders and sleeves, starting to thread his hair with dew.
"I'm fine. I apologize. I was just imagining what it must have been like for you back then, and I suppose I ended up not listening."
"Oh, Flynn." Estelle smiled at him, a little bit embarrassed, maybe. "I would've liked for you to have been there, too. I know we talked about it..."
It felt like a long time ago, now. She had been strictly forbidden from entering the open-air courtyards when it was raining, and one gloomy day he had found her leaning precariously far out a window on the third floor of the castle, holding out a hand to try and catch a drop of rain. He pulled her inside, and they talked, and she had gone on and on about the rain as if it were the most enchanting and fascinating thing she could imagine.
Captivated by her childlike excitement, Flynn had promised her that -- someday -- he would take her out into it.
But her excitement now was for things long past, things he hadn't been able to show to her. For other people who had done what he couldn't.
It was a little disheartening.
"I am disappointed I couldn't be there with you," he admitted. And then, gently, "But more than that, I'm happy for you."
Estelle looked down at the wet cobblestones between them, spinning the umbrella idly. And then, suddenly, she lowered it, dipping it to the side.
"Lady Estellise--!"
"I have an idea," she said, impish and irrepressible as the rain started to wet her hair and her dress. "You may have missed my first time out in the rain, but that doesn't mean there aren't other firsts we can share."
She stepped closer, hovered, and then took another step, until she was only an inch away from him. Flynn felt completely frozen as she reached up, putting her hand on his damp shoulder, and pushed herself up on tiptoes to kiss him, soft but lingering, waiting.
Her first kiss; a first kiss in the rain. Slowly Flynn lifted his hands to her waist, the conflict that had been distracting him washed away by the cool wet rain dripping down his skin, and the warm, perfect feel of her lips against his.
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