jan. 2016 - inigo/lucina

[trainerlyra]

title: (untitled)

date written: jan. 23rd, 2016

notes: i think i initially wanted to expand upon this, but i'm not sure what my thoughts were... this was pre-vrains, so this predates my ability to write long things with consistency lol.

 

other notes: henry/olivia and chrom/robin are the background first gen ships here  (and in....all my unposted fea fics.....)



 

 

"Did you really try flirting with your own mother?"

Taken aback, Inigo turned around from staring at his mother's retreating figure only to see the Princess of Ylisse staring back at him with a disgusted look on her face. He cringed.

"I just — I didn't know how to tell her without freaking her out! And she looks so much younger then she ever did in our time, and I—"

Lucina rolled her eyes. "Save it, Inigo." He opened his mouth to apologize to her, but her aggravation quickly seemed to melt away, stopping him short. Her expression had changed completely. In place of that scowl was a warm and welcoming smile. "However, I am extremely glad to see you. You're the first of the others we've found."

It was almost like second nature to give her a smile back. "It's always a pleasure to see you!" Inigo said, but instantly regretted it. While it was genuine happiness that fueled those words, he knew exactly how she would take them.

Her blue eyes narrowed at him, but she didn't say anything. 

At least that gave him something to work with, he supposed. Using the fragile ground he had left, Inigo tried quickly to rectify his mistake. His mind raced to their surroundings, trying to find something to work with.

Well, Inigo supposed, they were still on a battlefield. Maybe that would work. "Would you mind fighting with me, Lucy? I haven't exactly introduced myself to my parents yet, and you're the only one I'm truly familiar with here."

She continued to glare, but it was impossible to miss how her face softened at the nickname. If one knew what they were looking for, of course. The two of them had been very close; the past few years of not knowing if she was okay or if she had even made it here safely had been torture for him. He was sure that was easily reflected in his eyes. Lucina had always been able to read him like a book.

"Yes. We should be helping out, now, anyways. Weren't you the one who had started this whole mess?" Lucina asked him, an unexpected hint of laughter in her voice.

That was a surprise, Inigo thought, albeit a very welcome one. He'd always known that getting to be around her parents again — parents who were alive and well — would be good for her, but he'd never really expected to see her even somewhat relaxed on a battlefield. Maybe just knowing her mother was once again calling all the shots helped her feel at ease. She'd always been a talented tactician.

With a deep breath, Inigo shook the thoughts out of his head. Maybe it was just the fact that this war was a lot more easier to fight then the war she was used to. Inigo knew that if he mentioned the small, wonderful laugh she'd let out, Lucina would retreat right back into herself. 

That didn't mean he couldn't file the sound away for later. 

Inigo realized he'd been staring at her for quite some time when her expression began to morph into concern, and he coughed into his hand awkwardly. "I — uh, yes," he said, feeling heat rise up on his face.

They had gotten inside the crumbling building, and he couldn't help but grin ear to ear when he spotted his parents fighting next to each other. Inigo's father was cackling loudly, white hair that looked just like his own tousled from the wind caused by his own spells, while his mother bravely swung her sword at anything that managed to get past her husband. It was easy to see why even Lucina wasn't immune. How long had it been since they had seen their parents? How long had it been since they'd been able to laugh, to smile, to fight, to come back home at the end of the day and hold their children?

"Are you ready?" Lucina asked, bringing Inigo out of his reverie.

He gripped his sword tightly. "When am I not?"