Author: Kitten Kisses PM
FE7. If Lord Eliwood would hurt for her sake, she would do her best to patch him up. Eliwood/Ninian. Giftfic.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Eliwood & Ninian - Words: 428 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 11 - Published: 05-03-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5038175
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The bleeding had stopped at least an hour ago, but it only served to calm Ninian's racing pulse just the smallest bit. Such an injury, it was, and Lord Eliwood had taken it for her.
Maybe it should have warmed her heart that he would sacrifice so much for her sake, but it didn't; she really wasn't worth it. No, at most she'd have suffered a little scratch… But Eliwood had swooped in like a knight in shining armor and had taken the blow meant for her; he was hurting far worse than she would have been had he not intervened.
A light touch on her shoulder made her turn her head, and she saw Priscilla standing behind her, smiling slightly. "He'll be just fine," she assured the young dancer before pressing a roll of bandages into her hand. "Did you want to do the honors?"
Blinking back tears, Ninian nodded. If Lord Eliwood would hurt for her sake, she would do her best to patch him up. Priscilla took her leave, and Ninian tossed her long hair over her shoulder before diligently wrapping the strips of cloth around the young lord of Pherae's arm.
It wasn't long before he awoke, eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheeks. She smiled and continued her work; oh, he was so handsome, especially when he was sleepy.
"Mm…N…Ninian?" he finally managed to say, turning his head to smile at her. "You're unhurt, aren't you?"
"I am." She gave him her best stern look, "But you, milord, are not."
He laughed softly, a sound that did much to ease her aching heart.
She couldn't help but smile even as she reprimanded him, "Please, Lord Eliwood, be more careful next time."
"I will be," he told her gently. "I had a very nice dream, though." His eyes were twinkling mischievously as he watched her tie off the end of the bandage.
She patted his hand, her work finished, "Oh?"
"I dreamt that an angel came to take care of me…" Then, he grinned, "But when I woke up, I saw that it was reality."
She blushed madly, her gaze falling to the sheets of his makeshift bed. "O-Oh, Lord Eliwood, I am hardly an angel, of all—"
"You are to me." And his smile, so sweet and honest, warmed her heart, leaving her utterly speechless.
Why, hello there corny endings! At any rate, I hope this was enjoyable. This was requested by Sara Jaye.