Suikoden III - Chris Lightfellow
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lirillithTitle: Dressed for the Occasion
Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Chris, Salome, Borus
Length: 355 words
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15_minute_ficlets word # 84, diamond.
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For the celebration in the castle by the lake, she removes her plate and circulates amongst the others in the uniform coat and leather armor she's always worn beneath it. The festivities are muted; they've all lost people, but at the same time, they all know what was truly at stake in this battle. Borus shares some of his choicest wines with everyone, and she sips, quietly, standing to receive any who wish to speak with her. From time to time she lets the other knights coax her into a seat.
For the long-delayed memorial services for Galahad and Pellize, she wears her full, ceremonial armor, polished to brilliance. She'd wanted to use her field armor, let the watching citizens see the dents and patches, but after long discussion with Salome they'd reached agreement.
For the victory gala in Zexen, she overcomes her long reluctance and wears a gown of silver silk, with diamonds at her throat and dangling from her ears. She steels herself for dancing, and takes Salome's hand for the first dance while Borus and Percival are still bristling at each other. She suspects the rivalry is, on Percival's side at least, more about the rivalry than it is about her, but for now she'll leave them to settle it. By the time the music is done, they seem to have reached a truce, and Borus seeks her hand for the next dance. She can see the leaders of Zexen society beyond her protective circle of knights, and she knows the night will be long. The gown and her diamonds are a different kind of uniform, armor for a type of combat she dreads more than steel or runes. "Perhaps you could give me a breather after I've danced with some council members?" she suggests. "For now I would welcome some refreshment."
"Of course, my lady!" Borus almost seems to restrain himself from saluting. She folds her hands in her lap - no fan for her - and waits. The next dance she'll owe to some civilian, probably a politician. Never let it be said that Chris Lightfellow shied from a battle.
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Fandom: Suikoden III
Characters: Chris, Salome, Borus
Length: 355 words
Notes: For
15_minute_ficlets word # 84, diamond.****
For the celebration in the castle by the lake, she removes her plate and circulates amongst the others in the uniform coat and leather armor she's always worn beneath it. The festivities are muted; they've all lost people, but at the same time, they all know what was truly at stake in this battle. Borus shares some of his choicest wines with everyone, and she sips, quietly, standing to receive any who wish to speak with her. From time to time she lets the other knights coax her into a seat.
For the long-delayed memorial services for Galahad and Pellize, she wears her full, ceremonial armor, polished to brilliance. She'd wanted to use her field armor, let the watching citizens see the dents and patches, but after long discussion with Salome they'd reached agreement.
For the victory gala in Zexen, she overcomes her long reluctance and wears a gown of silver silk, with diamonds at her throat and dangling from her ears. She steels herself for dancing, and takes Salome's hand for the first dance while Borus and Percival are still bristling at each other. She suspects the rivalry is, on Percival's side at least, more about the rivalry than it is about her, but for now she'll leave them to settle it. By the time the music is done, they seem to have reached a truce, and Borus seeks her hand for the next dance. She can see the leaders of Zexen society beyond her protective circle of knights, and she knows the night will be long. The gown and her diamonds are a different kind of uniform, armor for a type of combat she dreads more than steel or runes. "Perhaps you could give me a breather after I've danced with some council members?" she suggests. "For now I would welcome some refreshment."
"Of course, my lady!" Borus almost seems to restrain himself from saluting. She folds her hands in her lap - no fan for her - and waits. The next dance she'll owe to some civilian, probably a politician. Never let it be said that Chris Lightfellow shied from a battle.
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