A Mercenary and a Cleric Fall in Love
Collection of oneshots and drabbles featuring Inigo from Intelligent System's "Fire Emblem Awakening" and my OC, Lynne. Most of these, if not all, are romantic in nature.
Author's Notes
Written by the-sloth-woman as part of a trade.
The Teaflower
Lynne had just finished taking inventory of the weapons tent for the evening. Normally it was Frederick’s job to take stock of the Shepherds armaments, but tonight he asked Lynne to take over as he needed to go into the nearest town to find a painter he considered “worthy of capturing his highness’s royal visage.” While Lynne had planned on going into town herself, she happily told Frederick that it would be her pleasure to check the weapon’s tent.
The tent flap in front of her opened with a soft woosh, and Lynne looked up from the sword she was examining to see Inigo step in inside the tent, a charming smile on his face. “Lynne, you’re looking lovely as always,” he said, walking up to her table.
She chuckled softly. “Hello Inigo, it’s nice to see you here. What brings you to the weapons tent so late?”
“You, of course! I was wondering if you would care to join me for a cup of tea later this evening.”
She set the sword back down on the table. “Have all the other ladies turned you down already?”
His cheeks turned pink. “Ah, well, they all seem to be terribly busy. I hoped I would find you in here, I know you’ll always go for tea with me. So how about it, will you join me?”
Lynne bit her lip. She enjoyed having tea with Inigo occasionally, he reminded her of the younger children from the orphanage she grew up in. But she had wanted to go into town and treat herself to something like a stronger staff or a music box. She looked back at his big brown eyes and sighed. “Of course I’ll join you for tea.”
He grinned wide, reminding her of a puppy who just received a big treat. “Then I believe we have a date, my lady,” he said, holding out his arm to her. Lynne took his elbow gently and followed him out into the night.
The teahouse was just the sort of place Lynne imagined Inigo bringing his paramours. It was called The Teaflower, and the walls were covered in soft green plants, and the tables all had a small vase that held a single pink carnation. Lynne held her mug with both hands, letting the warmth of her tea seep into her fingers. She thought the teahouse was more cutesy than romantic, something a little old grandmother would appreciate more than a potential girlfriend. She found it it easy to imagine Inigo taking his mother to a place like this as he chattered about
“-traveling musicians will often come here on warm nights like this, and the shopkeeper always gives them a plate of fresh scones,” he said, taking a bite from his own pastry. “The strawberry ones are the best with a cup of Earl Grey.”
Lynne chuckled and pointed to her chin. “Inigo, I think you have a little something right there,” she smiled softly.
He blanched and hastily wiped his chin. “F-forgive me! I can’t believe I would let myself get dirty on a date with a beautiful young lady.”
“Oh I don’t mind,” she said simply, “It reminds me of the little children I would look after from the orphanage.”
He winced. “That’s harsh.”
“Oh no!” She said quickly. “No, I didn’t mean to insult you, it’s cute. Like a puppy.”
He pouted. “I’m not a strong and dashing wolf?”
She burst into laughter. “How on earth are wolves dashing?”
“They dash when they run fast.”
She covered her mouth and fought back a fit of giggles. “How apt, wolves are dashing when they dash.”
He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. “They are very swift creatures, as I’m sure you know.”
“How can I not? I’m having tea with one right now.”
Inigo reached for his cup of tea and almost knocked it over in a fit of laughter. “Grrrr,” he grinned.
“Now you’re a puppy again,” Lynne smiled. The door behind him chimed, and she looked up to see a small group of musicians carrying their instruments through the door. Her breath caught in her throat.
Inigo turned around in his chair to see what she was staring at. “Ah, I knew they would be coming in tonight. Their music always makes me want to dance,” he said, doing a little jig in his seat.
She swallowed and nodded, looking back down at her tea. The musicians began playing a folk tune that reminded her of sailing. She tapped her finger to the familiar beat and hummed under her breath.
Inigo looked at Lynne and smiled. “Would you like to dance with me?”
She turned bright red. “No, oh no. Thank you for the offer though.”
He tried again. “You seem to be enjoying the song so much, do you know it?”
She bit her lip, embarrassed. “I used to hear it when I was younger. It was always played at the oceanfront when I would go into the market. I’ve always liked it.”
He turned back to the musicians, glancing at the singer’s easy smile. “Would you like to join them? They’ll often let the audience sing along if they know the song. And with your lovely guidance and my musical talent, I’m sure we would make a perfect duo.”
She shook her head hard. “No, no. I don’t like singing. And I couldn’t possibly do as well as they’re doing now.”
“Nonsense, I think you could do a much better job. You were humming it perfectly a minute ago.”
She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. She hated it when anyone caught her singing, even humming. She should have known better than to lose herself to the music.
“You don’t have to sing in front of everyone,” his tone softened, “you can just sing for me.”
“Inigo,” she said, “I really don’t sing well. I’d much rather listen to them than-”
“Please,” he interrupted, suddenly serious. “Will you please sing for me?”
Lynne was taken aback. She had never really seen him so intense about something before. “Alright, but just this once,” she said, defeated.
She kept her voice low and stared into her teacup, her cheeks burning. “Friday morning we set sail and it wasn’t too far from the land when the captain spied a fair mermaid with a comb and a glass in her hand. Oh the ocean waves do roll, stormy winds do blow. And we poor sailors go skipping to the tubs while the landlubbers lie down below below below, while the landlubbers lie down below.”
He leaned across the table, his eyes wide. “Go on,” he said softly. “Please keep singing.”
Lynne nervously tucked a lock of heir behind her ear. “Up spoke the first mate of our gallant ship, and a fine young man was he. He said ‘I have a wife in Salem-by-the-sea, but tonight a widow she will be,” her heart panged in her chest for the fictitious man’s lover. “Oh the ocean waves do roll…”
As Lynne sang more of the song her voice grew clearer and stronger. She could feel all the pain from the wives and girlfriends the sailors were singing behind and the increasing fear from the men themselves as the mermaid drew closer. Her voice rose and fell as she sang, emotion spilling from her mouth. She finished the song with a sigh as the ship full o sailors sank to the ocean, her heart seeming to fall with them.
Inigo stared at her in stunned silence. “Lynne,” he said, his eyes wide. “That was beautiful.”
She looked up, suddenly aware of where she was. “I-I,” she stammered. Her eyes darted around the room, praying that no one else had heard.
“I didn’t know you could sing like that,” he was awestruck. “Wow…”
She suddenly pushed away from the table. “T-thank you for the tea,” she said quickly. “But I have to go.” She rushed towards the door.
“Lynne, wait!” He called after her, reaching for her hand.
“I’ll see you back at camp!” She threw over her shoulder, flying out of the tea shop. Her legs shook as she ran all the way back to camp. She couldn’t believe she had actually sang in front of another person, let alone Inigo. She wished he would forget it, wished she could crawl away and hide if he didn’t. She hoped the gods would be gracious and make him forget.
She sincerely doubted her luck would be that good. After all, she had never seen him look at another woman the way he looked at her while she sang.