Dragonprints: Egg
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bard_linnTitle: Egg
Pairing(s): LelouchxSuzaku, Arranged Lelouch+Euphemia (Note: Not related in this universe)
Rating: PG
Summary: Take Snapshots from the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cgkinkmemeii and add fantasy elements.
If anyone is wondering, these are titled and not numbered because I can always go back and stuff more little bits in between if I feel like it.
Euphemia slipped into her human form and untangled herself from the carrying pouch as Lelouch took off towards the sky, Guinevere one beat behind him. She nearly stepped on Genbu as he attempted to free himself from the carrying pouch, but she couldn’t wait. Ducking into the cave, Euphemia could see that Guinevere had a fire in her hearth. She ran to it, cancelling the fire with ease. Whoever had made the hearth spell for Guinevere wasn’t very good. Wading into the coals without fear - her own affinity for fire would protect her - she searched the ashes for any sign of a body.
“Anything?” Genbu asked, finally free of the pouch.
“Nothing yet. Look around. Maybe he’s somewhere, hidden.” Euphemia replied, though she thought the scream had come from this part of the cave. Genbu nodded and moved to look elsewhere. Euphemia returned to searching through the fire. It was odd that she hadn’t found a corpse yet. The fire hadn’t been nearly warm enough to consume a body that quickly.
Her hands found something different amongst the coals. She pulled it up to stare at it. A golden egg, warm in her hands. Could it be....? Euphemia turned the egg over in her hands. She had never seen a legendary phoenix, much less an egg, but she had heard about them, as all dragons did. Legends about their abilities to affect dragonkind were mixed. Some said they made the perfect balance for a dragon, while others said that a phoenix could drive a dragon into an endless rage, inspiring great wars among both those mortal and not.
Could Suzaku have been a phoenix, now awaiting rebirth? That didn’t make a lot of sense to her, since Genbu had clearly not known about Underhill. But did it work the same way in the East? Maybe they called it something else, or immortals hid in plain sight.
Maybe this wasn’t Suzaku’s egg at all. Guinevere was known for collecting various rarities, particularly ones she shouldn’t have. It would be like her to keep an phoenix egg for her own amusement, and it wouldn’t have been harmed by remaining in the hearth’s flames. Euphemia shoved it into one of the pockets on the inner side of her cape, made to carry small items when she was a dragon. She would have to investigate it.
“I can’t find anything,” Genbu said, face carefully blank.
“I’m afraid - ” A heavy landing outside the cave warned her of Lelouch’s approach. She swallowed hard as the black dragon entered. “I’m sorry, Lelouch.”
Lelouch threw his head back in a death cry before crumbling to the ground. Dragons were not gifted with tears, but Euphemia knew that his heart was broken, and his mind possibly as well. She turned to Genbu, whose face was as expressionless as only a mask could be. “You must get him out of here. They’ll shackle his mind, make him a slave. Guinevere was serious about that. He won’t leave on his own.”
Her words seemed to wake something in the mortal. He shook his head, eyes sharpening as if coming awake again. “I have lost one son today. I will not lose them both.”
Euphemia was heartened by his response. She couldn’t go with Lelouch right now. The others would feel the Lelouch’s magic and be drawn to it. It had been a long time since an ice spell of that complexity and magnitude had been cast in the Dragonlands of Underhill. Someone would have to stay here to answer questions. “Lelouch, you have to get Genbu out of here. If they find him, they’ll kill him.”
Lelouch raised a weary head, looking at his bonded. He finally nodded, heaving to his feet. Genbu helped Euphemia buckle on the carrying pouch while she told Lelouch directions to the nearest transfer point. They left a few moments later. Euphemia watched Lelouch fly with a heavy heart, one hand going to the egg in her cape’s pocket. She wanted to tell him, she really did. But until she knew for certain she wouldn’t dare get his hopes up. What if the the phoenix inside wasn’t Suzaku, or worse, he didn’t remember any of his previous life? Euphemia caressed the egg’s smooth gently. Hopefully it would hatch soon and reveal its secrets. And hopefully Genbu can keep Lelouch alive long enough for him to heal.
Pairing(s): LelouchxSuzaku, Arranged Lelouch+Euphemia (Note: Not related in this universe)
Rating: PG
Summary: Take Snapshots from the
cgkinkmemeii and add fantasy elements. If anyone is wondering, these are titled and not numbered because I can always go back and stuff more little bits in between if I feel like it.
Euphemia slipped into her human form and untangled herself from the carrying pouch as Lelouch took off towards the sky, Guinevere one beat behind him. She nearly stepped on Genbu as he attempted to free himself from the carrying pouch, but she couldn’t wait. Ducking into the cave, Euphemia could see that Guinevere had a fire in her hearth. She ran to it, cancelling the fire with ease. Whoever had made the hearth spell for Guinevere wasn’t very good. Wading into the coals without fear - her own affinity for fire would protect her - she searched the ashes for any sign of a body.
“Anything?” Genbu asked, finally free of the pouch.
“Nothing yet. Look around. Maybe he’s somewhere, hidden.” Euphemia replied, though she thought the scream had come from this part of the cave. Genbu nodded and moved to look elsewhere. Euphemia returned to searching through the fire. It was odd that she hadn’t found a corpse yet. The fire hadn’t been nearly warm enough to consume a body that quickly.
Her hands found something different amongst the coals. She pulled it up to stare at it. A golden egg, warm in her hands. Could it be....? Euphemia turned the egg over in her hands. She had never seen a legendary phoenix, much less an egg, but she had heard about them, as all dragons did. Legends about their abilities to affect dragonkind were mixed. Some said they made the perfect balance for a dragon, while others said that a phoenix could drive a dragon into an endless rage, inspiring great wars among both those mortal and not.
Could Suzaku have been a phoenix, now awaiting rebirth? That didn’t make a lot of sense to her, since Genbu had clearly not known about Underhill. But did it work the same way in the East? Maybe they called it something else, or immortals hid in plain sight.
Maybe this wasn’t Suzaku’s egg at all. Guinevere was known for collecting various rarities, particularly ones she shouldn’t have. It would be like her to keep an phoenix egg for her own amusement, and it wouldn’t have been harmed by remaining in the hearth’s flames. Euphemia shoved it into one of the pockets on the inner side of her cape, made to carry small items when she was a dragon. She would have to investigate it.
“I can’t find anything,” Genbu said, face carefully blank.
“I’m afraid - ” A heavy landing outside the cave warned her of Lelouch’s approach. She swallowed hard as the black dragon entered. “I’m sorry, Lelouch.”
Lelouch threw his head back in a death cry before crumbling to the ground. Dragons were not gifted with tears, but Euphemia knew that his heart was broken, and his mind possibly as well. She turned to Genbu, whose face was as expressionless as only a mask could be. “You must get him out of here. They’ll shackle his mind, make him a slave. Guinevere was serious about that. He won’t leave on his own.”
Her words seemed to wake something in the mortal. He shook his head, eyes sharpening as if coming awake again. “I have lost one son today. I will not lose them both.”
Euphemia was heartened by his response. She couldn’t go with Lelouch right now. The others would feel the Lelouch’s magic and be drawn to it. It had been a long time since an ice spell of that complexity and magnitude had been cast in the Dragonlands of Underhill. Someone would have to stay here to answer questions. “Lelouch, you have to get Genbu out of here. If they find him, they’ll kill him.”
Lelouch raised a weary head, looking at his bonded. He finally nodded, heaving to his feet. Genbu helped Euphemia buckle on the carrying pouch while she told Lelouch directions to the nearest transfer point. They left a few moments later. Euphemia watched Lelouch fly with a heavy heart, one hand going to the egg in her cape’s pocket. She wanted to tell him, she really did. But until she knew for certain she wouldn’t dare get his hopes up. What if the the phoenix inside wasn’t Suzaku, or worse, he didn’t remember any of his previous life? Euphemia caressed the egg’s smooth gently. Hopefully it would hatch soon and reveal its secrets. And hopefully Genbu can keep Lelouch alive long enough for him to heal.
