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[impersona]

TAKING REQUESTS FOR VALENTINE'S DAY DRABBLES YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Give me an OTP and a detailed prompt, and I will give you a 100-300 word fic in response!   I have been particularly itching to do crack fic lately - like, off-the-wall non-canon ships (like Samuel and Jay making out in the elevator).  Or canon ships in really cracky AUs (Devo and Galen in Pokemon AU).  OR PLAIN STUFF IF YOU WANNA BE VANILLA.   I want to smash through them tomorrow (day off FINALLY), but I will have them done by the end of the week.   Put multiple requests if you want, and I'll pick my favorite.

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Their stupid OTPing is like two puppies playing in a meadow

[impersona]

(takes place at a random point in the future, other Senshi are on a mission, Roi is left on the Gloriana to protect Phoebe. Events are referenced that don't exist yet in canon, let's assume they've been through major crap already.)

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It took Mirielle more than an hour to find him this time. She had first looked in the dark corners of the ship, the places she knew he liked for his meditations. But she didn't find him in the darkness now. Quite the opposite.

She knotted her hands and pressed them to her heart, and pressed through the artifically-grown meadow, rich in grasses and sweet purple flowers. This room was made to generate the oxygen and plants needed for the Gloriana to survive its longer journeys. They needed it now, as just the two of them waited for the others to return from the mission. Perhaps they'd be relying on these plants for a very long time.

"Roimata." Mirielle ached for a reply, but he did not hear her. She gingerly took a step forward, and spoke a bit clearer. "Won't you come down to the kitchens?"

He gave her no reply. Roimata didn't have his instrument, which worried her that much more. She knew how music could free one's soul, but if he didn't even have the heart to play, then she couldn't guess at what emotions he kept bottled within him.

"It's just that, I don't like to cook alone. And I don't like thinking that you might not have a meal." The silence was one strung with nervous electric and strained feelings, a mood that she thought only she felt. "Roimata..."

He turned his face aside, acknowledging her it seemed, but also ashamed. Mirielle crouched down, and touched his shoulder. "Come back with me."

"Please leave me alone."

"I have, for days." Even when Mirielle knew where he was on the ship, she had not tried to reach to him as she did now. "Forgive me, but I don't understand."

"You've disappeared once," he said. His fingers twisted and ripped out some blades of grass. "I don't want to be responsible for you disappearing again. Maybe next time for good."

"Why would you worry about that?"

"I don't understand why they left only me to protect you." Misery scratched at him, especially his eyes, usually so warm with life. "I am the weakest of us, in experience and will. I've acted poorly before in a time of crisis. Selfishly."

Mirielle's throat tightened. "But that isn't true..."

"I don't trust my judgment to be enough to save you, if you needed it." He went silent for a few moments, then affected a small, cheerless laugh. "Please, enjoy the ship as you like, princess. I am sure the others will be back soon, and all will be well."

She dealt very often with dishonesty from the adults, because they believed they protected her better that way. But hearing emotional dishonesty from him was too much. Mirielle moved around in front of him, so he would have to look at her face, and cupped the sides of his jaw in her hands.

"But I can't even enjoy a meadow properly while I know you are like this." Now possessing his attention, she affected her sweetest, most glowing smile, the kind Phia might be proud of for the boldness of it. "You are a bit too serious, I think."

"What I feel matters for nothing as long as you are safe." It hurt her, how piercingly sincere his eyes were as he spoke so poorly of himself. "I can't be too serious about your life."

Despair for him nearly overwhelmed her, and she wondered, briefly, what Vaness or Neve might do in a situation like this. And then, she considered what she, herself, wanted to do. It was his lips she fixated on, and how rarely she had seen him smile. Had ever she seen him smile? She thought she had, once, when she had saved him, but couldn't remember with any confidence.

This time, she had to be sure.

"Mirielle-" he started to protest, but she didn't let him. She, a girl raised as a princess, rudely leaned over and pushed his shoulders like a schoolyard bully, knocking him flat onto the ground. She sat on his stomach and planted her knees at his sides.

"Mirielle." His voice went into a strange tone, and his hands went flat against the grass. "This is a bit awkward."

"I won't have you serve me if you'll only end up sad." Sad like the others who served her, and perhaps one day worse, and she imagined his spirit broken beyond repair, or else dead once more...

In a snap of anger, Mirielle broke free of those thoughts, and thumped her fist against his chest decisively. "I must to do this for your sake!"

"Please don't misunderstand," he said, and she was sure she never saw him so surprised, if not stricken as he was when he looked up to her then, "but don't compromise yourself for my happiness..."

She stared down at him. When she finally understood what he meant, a rolling shiver went up her spine, and sudden mortification rattled her every nerve.

"No! No no, not like that! I, it's just that I..." Overwhelmed, Mirielle wanted to bite her thumb, or shut her eyes, or cover her face in her hands. But she rallied her courage, and looked down, albeit shyly, at Roimata's face. "I mean to say, I think I will sit on you until you are happy."

He stared up at her as if she spoke a foreign tongue. "Happy?"

"Yes. What would make you happy?" She clapped her hands together, as if begging him. "Please. I don't know how to make people happy, even though I'm a princess. But I'd like for you to be happy because of me."

She, with all of her heart, feared he might ask for nothing at all, and deny himself once more. And if there was nothing she could do for him, truly nothing... But his lips moved, and his answer came out quietly. "May I call you Phoebe?"

"You may...if I might call you by your name as well," she said. She marveled at how bold she acted, and met his gaze to prove her will and seriousness "You were Gentry-born, and no family would use the name Roimata for their son."

For a moment she wasn't sure if he'd give up one of his secrets, as he rarely gave up anything so private about himself. The boy she knew as Roimata looked to the side, his eyes averted from hers.

"Ah. My name is Sabri." He said his name, his true name, and for a moment, it was nearly like looking at an entirely different person. The name was not known to her, yet immediately she saw how it better suited his gentleness. He looked up at her again. "Though I have not been called that in a long time."

"Sabri," she said, and she thrilled to know that she was the first to call him by his true name in a while. She leaned a little and pressed one of her hands over one of his. "Thank you. You can call me Phoebe as much as you like."

"Phoebe." He turned his hand over, and his lithe fingers twined with hers. Sabri looked up at her, and contentment rest in his eyes for the first time in a month. "Phoebe, I wish you had brought your violin. I'd love to watch you play like this."

"This is embarrassing enough."

Sabri smiled. Phoebe didn't know what to do with herself now, overwhelmed by both the secret of his name, and the secret of such a genuine, sweet smile from his lips. "I'm sure you'd play a wonderful song right now."

Phoebe could feel the heat on her cheeks and neck. "I couldn't play with you watching me," she blurted out.

"Why? You've played for me dozens of times before."

He missed her meaning completely. She could not play the song in her heart now, not in the company of others, and least of all to the only one she would play it for. Not yet. "Ah! I've made you smile, like I said I would."

"Then did you want to get off of me?" Sabri's voice teased her now, she knew it. "If it embarrasses the princess so."

"Perhaps in a moment." She leaned over him, her palm against his chest, and dared to touched his face. Phoebe's fingers nearly went over his lips, just as she dreamed of doing before...but instead, she pinched his cheek just a little. "After I'm sure that smile sticks."

So many, many hearts! ^_^v

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*Squee!* OMG, I love this so very much! <333 It is so perfectly, adorkably awesome and full of win! I love their interactions and how they convey their feelings! (Puppies, yes! XD) <333 [please insert more exclamations and hearts here] Thank you so much! <333