More Femslash Friday

[roselightfairy]

HA HA HA I CAN INFLICT MY OC FIC ON YOU IF I WANT TO

This is from a different scene, one from the general time period where I'm HOPELESSLY STUCK, so I'm hoping that somehow posting a snippet of it will... help me get unstuck? I don't know. Anyway, here's more fic, if you want it. Not NSFW, this time.

Laerwen’s eyes turn unerringly onto Siril’s – grey and clouded like a stormy sky, and yet still Siril feels they are sharp enough to see directly through to her heart. “I have a request to make of you, my love,” she continues. “Please understand that I ask only, and do not demand; if your heart tells you to do otherwise, I will not gainsay you—”

Siril cannot allow her to finish, not when she knows the words that are to come. “You would have me stay as well,” she says, and the words seem to pull everything else out of her with them, leaving her hollow. “Wait at home when you ride off to war.”

Laerwen nods, her hair showering over her shoulders like the spill of sunshine between the tangled boughs of trees. “This is my place, behind my father; at the head of our people. Battle is an art I know, if not yet well, and I cannot dishonor the sacrifices of our people by refusing to ride beside them. And I do not ask you to stay behind out of cowardice; I know no one to whom that word is less suited” – she draws one hand out of their tight clasp to lay it on Siril’s heart, her touch unerring though her eyes do not stray. “But I know that you are not a fighter in your heart; you would miss the forest and it would suffer in your absence.”

Siril thinks. She knows there is truth in Laerwen’s words – she can wield a bow only insofar as she can hunt her share of the food; she does not enjoy the act of killing and has studied it no further than she must. And she would miss her home, it is true – and there is a further truth, one that descends upon her in a slow trickle and then in a sudden flood of understanding.

“You would fear for me,” she says, her voice cracking. “If I were at your side.”

Laerwen does not pretend surprise or ignorance. Yet again, without releasing Siril’s gaze from their long, speechless contact, she nods.

*regrets everything*