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person4Title: Fields of Gold
Fandom: Suikoden III
Pairing: light Nash/Chris
Notes: For June fic-a-day. And, if I can't find a computer to post with while on vacation, it's been fun managing to keep it daily this long.
Although he thought himself too worldly to act in such a way, like a foolish young boy with a crush, it made his breath catch when he saw her standing in the field. She was standing still, staring into the sunset, the tall, golden, wheat waving around her legs, and it was almost like the day they'd met.
Almost, except back then it had been The Silver Maiden he'd watched gazing over the fields of Iksay, everything about her seeming to tell people to keep their distances. But now it was just Chris, his travelling companion, in her familiar worn and well-patched clothes, her hair being blown around her wildly by the wind, and when he approached her, stepping carefully to avoid harming anymore of the wheat crop than he absolutely had to, she turned her head to smile at him faintly.
There was nothing at all off-putting about her now, and it was that difference, in this familiar setting, that made his heart begin to beat a little faster as he went to stand at her side.
Fandom: Suikoden III
Pairing: light Nash/Chris
Notes: For June fic-a-day. And, if I can't find a computer to post with while on vacation, it's been fun managing to keep it daily this long.
Although he thought himself too worldly to act in such a way, like a foolish young boy with a crush, it made his breath catch when he saw her standing in the field. She was standing still, staring into the sunset, the tall, golden, wheat waving around her legs, and it was almost like the day they'd met.
Almost, except back then it had been The Silver Maiden he'd watched gazing over the fields of Iksay, everything about her seeming to tell people to keep their distances. But now it was just Chris, his travelling companion, in her familiar worn and well-patched clothes, her hair being blown around her wildly by the wind, and when he approached her, stepping carefully to avoid harming anymore of the wheat crop than he absolutely had to, she turned her head to smile at him faintly.
There was nothing at all off-putting about her now, and it was that difference, in this familiar setting, that made his heart begin to beat a little faster as he went to stand at her side.