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Entry tags:
Take the Lead, Suikoden V, Cathari/Lucretia
Title: Take the Lead
Creator:suzume
Rating: PG
Warning: Implication of possible sexual activity between two girls in their late teens
Word Count: 929
Prompt: Suikoden V, Cathari/Lucretia, one night in Harmonia
Teaser: This was the first time another girl had made this sort of overture toward her. All the other ones Lucretia had approached herself.
Lucretia's adopted father had never bothered to tell her to be wary of gunners. Perhaps he had thought that his brilliant Karayan daughter, rightly cautious of bishops and their more visible servants, would know to approach the less obvious ones with equal care. Perhaps he had never thought she'd be in the position to meet them. Either way, Frederic Merces had been dead wrong. Of course, if he had been about to hand out warnings, it might have also been wise to eventually warn the gunners about her.
"Excuse me, Miss?"
Lucretia turned around. The young woman who had called her attention over was unfamiliar, but looked about her age. If she was a student at Soledt, she was new. "Yes, what is it?"
All Cathari needed was one last confirmation of the target, she would get it by asking about a man he was to meet with for his last appointment of the day (and his life), but here she was, finding herself smiling at this tan-skinned girl far wider than covering for her mission would have required. You didn't see many exotic-looking folks like this walking around the grounds of an elite academy. "Over there," she pointed at a group of students clustered around a mustached instructor vigorously drawing on the pathway with a piece of chalk on a stick. "Is that man Douglas D'Abram?"
"Yes, he is." If the dark-haired girl wasn't a student now, maybe she soon planned to be. Professor D'Abram was the current dean of admissions.
"Thanks. I appreciate it." Cathari hesitated. Now it was time to move on and to be forgotten. Except she wasn't sure she wanted this pretty Soledt student to forget her. Cathari knew her superiors would call it reckless, but she felt like she could handle a small side venture. Just because she'd been raised in the Tower didn't mean she was forbidden from having fun. She didn't have the opportunity to meet many women her age in this profession. "...My name's Cathari. When do you get out of class today?"
"My lunch is almost over and then I'll be in the lecture halls until the tenth bell." Lucretia had always been a bit too bold for her smile to actually count as shy, but she felt a surge of excitement well up in her chest at the idea: "This cute girl is (don't get too excited, Lucretia)- might be- asking me out!"
"Can you meet me at the St. Orial Fountain near the edge of the Academy District at half after that, then?"
"Of course." This- this was thrilling. So many things in life could be absolutely predictable and boring, but this was the first time another girl had made this sort of overture toward her. All the other ones Lucretia had approached herself; a rumor had floated around the school after she'd made a bad call about the inclinations of Tia Green. She had a feeling her father had heard about it, but with his usual mild grace, he didn't bring it up. "I won't make you wait. ...Oh, right. I'm Lucretia."
"Great, Lucretia. It's a date."
By the time Cathari saw Lucretia walking up to their meeting point, a cute scarf around her neck that hadn't been there earlier, she had already marked this in her memory as a particularly accomplished day. She had arrived at the fountain depicting St. Orial pouring her fabled waters into the desert several minutes ahead of her new acquaintance, but having noticed that being on time seemed important to the Soledt student, she wanted to allow her to feel that she had arrived first.
"Hey there."
There was a chill in the air as the sun began to deep over the mountains shielding the valley. Lucretia's colorful scarf fluttered in the breeze. "Hi."
"Are you hungry? I know a really nice cafe near here. It might at least be nice to sit down and have some tea and get out of the cold while we talk," Cathari suggested, although she wouldn't have minded if it was still cool enough to give her an excuse for putting arm around Lucretia's shoulders and offering to warm her up a bit.
"Do you mean The White Moon? Because I love that place."
"Exactly the one!" Cathari grinned. It was a wonder if Lucretia frequented the establishment that they hadn't seen each other before. There were still many potential steps involved before this new relationship deepened, but Cathari's mind was already skipping ahead, thinking things like "I can't take her back to my home- it's not exactly friendly to this sort of thing," and "I wonder what she kisses like..."
Lucretia thought it was funny, in a cute way, how Cathari had extended this invitation to her, but had clammed up awkwardly as they walked along the street to The White Moon Cafe. Maybe taking the lead like this was new for her. She ambled along, close to Cathari's side, not much bothered by the silence between them. After all, they didn't even know one another. This sort of thing was bound to happen.
"Uh," Cathari's questions and concerns finally escaped in the form of one rather salient inquiry, "Before I lose track of time I should probably ask- do you have a curfew?"
She had no way of knowing yet that the blond student was already prepared for this sort of eventuality. "Usually, yes, but don't worry about it. I already asked my brother to tell our father that I might not be home tonight."
Now there was a very positive sign.
Creator:
suzumeRating: PG
Warning: Implication of possible sexual activity between two girls in their late teens
Word Count: 929
Prompt: Suikoden V, Cathari/Lucretia, one night in Harmonia
Teaser: This was the first time another girl had made this sort of overture toward her. All the other ones Lucretia had approached herself.
Lucretia's adopted father had never bothered to tell her to be wary of gunners. Perhaps he had thought that his brilliant Karayan daughter, rightly cautious of bishops and their more visible servants, would know to approach the less obvious ones with equal care. Perhaps he had never thought she'd be in the position to meet them. Either way, Frederic Merces had been dead wrong. Of course, if he had been about to hand out warnings, it might have also been wise to eventually warn the gunners about her.
"Excuse me, Miss?"
Lucretia turned around. The young woman who had called her attention over was unfamiliar, but looked about her age. If she was a student at Soledt, she was new. "Yes, what is it?"
All Cathari needed was one last confirmation of the target, she would get it by asking about a man he was to meet with for his last appointment of the day (and his life), but here she was, finding herself smiling at this tan-skinned girl far wider than covering for her mission would have required. You didn't see many exotic-looking folks like this walking around the grounds of an elite academy. "Over there," she pointed at a group of students clustered around a mustached instructor vigorously drawing on the pathway with a piece of chalk on a stick. "Is that man Douglas D'Abram?"
"Yes, he is." If the dark-haired girl wasn't a student now, maybe she soon planned to be. Professor D'Abram was the current dean of admissions.
"Thanks. I appreciate it." Cathari hesitated. Now it was time to move on and to be forgotten. Except she wasn't sure she wanted this pretty Soledt student to forget her. Cathari knew her superiors would call it reckless, but she felt like she could handle a small side venture. Just because she'd been raised in the Tower didn't mean she was forbidden from having fun. She didn't have the opportunity to meet many women her age in this profession. "...My name's Cathari. When do you get out of class today?"
"My lunch is almost over and then I'll be in the lecture halls until the tenth bell." Lucretia had always been a bit too bold for her smile to actually count as shy, but she felt a surge of excitement well up in her chest at the idea: "This cute girl is (don't get too excited, Lucretia)- might be- asking me out!"
"Can you meet me at the St. Orial Fountain near the edge of the Academy District at half after that, then?"
"Of course." This- this was thrilling. So many things in life could be absolutely predictable and boring, but this was the first time another girl had made this sort of overture toward her. All the other ones Lucretia had approached herself; a rumor had floated around the school after she'd made a bad call about the inclinations of Tia Green. She had a feeling her father had heard about it, but with his usual mild grace, he didn't bring it up. "I won't make you wait. ...Oh, right. I'm Lucretia."
"Great, Lucretia. It's a date."
By the time Cathari saw Lucretia walking up to their meeting point, a cute scarf around her neck that hadn't been there earlier, she had already marked this in her memory as a particularly accomplished day. She had arrived at the fountain depicting St. Orial pouring her fabled waters into the desert several minutes ahead of her new acquaintance, but having noticed that being on time seemed important to the Soledt student, she wanted to allow her to feel that she had arrived first.
"Hey there."
There was a chill in the air as the sun began to deep over the mountains shielding the valley. Lucretia's colorful scarf fluttered in the breeze. "Hi."
"Are you hungry? I know a really nice cafe near here. It might at least be nice to sit down and have some tea and get out of the cold while we talk," Cathari suggested, although she wouldn't have minded if it was still cool enough to give her an excuse for putting arm around Lucretia's shoulders and offering to warm her up a bit.
"Do you mean The White Moon? Because I love that place."
"Exactly the one!" Cathari grinned. It was a wonder if Lucretia frequented the establishment that they hadn't seen each other before. There were still many potential steps involved before this new relationship deepened, but Cathari's mind was already skipping ahead, thinking things like "I can't take her back to my home- it's not exactly friendly to this sort of thing," and "I wonder what she kisses like..."
Lucretia thought it was funny, in a cute way, how Cathari had extended this invitation to her, but had clammed up awkwardly as they walked along the street to The White Moon Cafe. Maybe taking the lead like this was new for her. She ambled along, close to Cathari's side, not much bothered by the silence between them. After all, they didn't even know one another. This sort of thing was bound to happen.
"Uh," Cathari's questions and concerns finally escaped in the form of one rather salient inquiry, "Before I lose track of time I should probably ask- do you have a curfew?"
She had no way of knowing yet that the blond student was already prepared for this sort of eventuality. "Usually, yes, but don't worry about it. I already asked my brother to tell our father that I might not be home tonight."
Now there was a very positive sign.