#azurrinweek2016

[dlartistanon]

Day 7: Story

Aaagh I ran out of ideas and a combination of art block and real life made me late to complete the whole week but I did it…yaaay… (the rest is under the Read More)

[pasdechat]

Azurrin Week Day Six ↬ Rain An impromptu collab with @ticcytx who draws such amazing art for this pair

When the rain begins to fall, Corrin is content to hole herself up in the library, losing herself in the various volumes that line the walls.  And if a few romance novels happen to make their way into the pile, no one will be the wiser.  She is soon immersed within one of the stories, biting her lip to keep from giggling as the princess receives a kiss to the back of her hand.

The door bursts open without warning and the novel slips from the cleverly disguised hiding spot – an ancient tome that holds the history of the surrounding countries.  Corrin straightens nervously, face flushing as she looks up to find Azura smiling at her from the doorway.

“Corrin!  It’s raining!”  Azura can hardly seem to stand still, eyes bright and cheeks quickly turning rosy.  

“I did notice the rain. And…?”  Shifting in her seat, Corrin subtly tries to cover the fallen novel, clumsily knocking it to the floor instead when she finds herself distracted by the growing smile on Azura’s face.  

Azura rushes forward without warning, grabbing Corrin’s hand and tugging her out of the chair without explanation.  “Quick!! Come with me!”

The heavy tome falls to the floor with a dull thud, just barely missing her foot.  Corrin awkwardly stumbles after Azura, trying not to trip over her own two feet as she is dragged through the hallways.  “A-Azura??  What’s going on??  W-wait… Don’t pull…”  She turns a little too quickly, hip bumping against the corner of one wall.  That will definitely leave a bruise later.

The moment Corrin steps foot outside the door, she is soaked to the bone.  She bites back a soft squeak as the ice cold rain surrounds her, shivering as Azura continues to drag her even further outside.  As soon as her hand is released, Corrin crosses her arms and tries to keep what little remaining body heat she has from escaping. Blinking back raindrops, she narrows her eyes at a giggling Azura.  “… I have questions.”

“Don’t make that face…” Azura holds out her hand.  “Wanna dance with me?”

“Dance?  Here?  But we don’t even have music!”  Corrin frowns, barely noticing as Azura steps forward, closing the distance between them and lacing their fingers together.  

“I’ll pretend you didn’t just say that.”  

Their eyes meet and Corrin swallows past the sudden lump in her throat as she watches the drops of rain run along Azura’s face, tiny droplets sticking to the ends of her lashes.  There are so many things she would like to say in this moment but all that escapes is a soft exhalation as she holds Azura’s hands securely in her own.

Azura begins to hum, softly at first, until Corrin stiffly begins to move along with her.  Soon, she is singing, lifting one hand above her head and Corrin gasps, eyes widening as the rain begins to move around them in swirling patterns.  

Corrin pauses, suddenly feeling awkward and uncertain as she takes in the sight.  “I’m afraid I’m not the right partner for a cool dance like this one.”  

Azura leans close, eyes bright as the water dances around them.   “Don’t be silly.  There’s no one else I would rather dance with right now.”

[ticcytx]

Azurrin week 2016 Day 7: Story

Bonus:

(she does it on purpose...)

[the-apocryphal-one]

Azurrin Week Day 7: Story

And that’s that! This is more Kana than Azurrin, but the image just wouldn’t leave my head.

I had a lot of fun this week, it was great seeing other people’s art and pics and submitting my own. Thank you to anyone who contributed, even if just by liking or reflagging a post :)

[sundoodle]

Day 7: Story

I really like the idea that eventually they become a well-known legend and love story

[aquosevolved]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thus, the first (hopefully) annual AzurrinWeek draws to a close for me. I had quite a bit of fun with this, and multiple things I’ve done here have given me ideas for other Fates projects. Hope you guys enjoyed reading. Cheers!

[rune-chaser]

Day Seven: Story

“The two spent the rest of their lives together, Naomi ruling as a wise Queen of Valla. There are few records of Azura beyond her marriage. She remains a historical mystery.” Revelations End Card *slightly modified*

I want to believe they lived a happy and long life after the war. Ruling as the peaceful rulers they promised to be. And set the standards for the future rulers of Valla and were seen through out history as great rulers.

After everything the two went through. They deserve their happy ending.

[occasionallydiverting]

Never Alone

Seventh ficlet for Flowing Like Time, Azurrin Week 2016. For Day 7, “Story.”

The day's march begins like any other: Corrin's army breaks camp, spreading out into their usual column as they travel down the road. The lands they're traveling through are typical of the Hoshidan countryside: scattered groves of trees, wide grasslands, and merrily babbling brooks. The sun shines down, without a cloud in the sky to interrupt its deep blue.

Corrin and Azura walk side-by-side, as they've become accustomed to. They chat with each other about inconsequential things: the morning's breakfast, the birds they see fluttering from tree to tree, the possibility of rain in the next week. It's easier to speak of such things than of their mission, though that mission still casts a darker shadow over them than any cloud could.

Of course, they can never be truly free of it.

That becomes apparent that afternoon, when a column of dust arises in front of the column. The forward scouts gallop back, shouting an alarm. Enemies have been sighted ahead: the strange, otherworldly soldiers that have plagued them since the square at Shirasagi.

The enemy comes hard on the heels of the scouts. Caught unprepared for the onslaught, Corrin's forces scatter in small groups.

Corrin throws herself flat as a wyvern flies past, its rider swinging an axe in one hand. On its second pass she stands her ground, sidestepping the wyvern to cut into its rider. Her opponent falls to the ground without a sound, and she turns to take stock of the battle. She sees a flutter of white cloth vanishing into the trees, enemies in pursuit. "Azura!" she shouts, taking off at a full sprint after her disappearing friend.

Corrin overtakes an enemy axeman, dispatching him without a second thought, and continues her pursuit. If Azura is alone and cut off from the others, she'll be hard-pressed to defend herself.

She hears the sound of running water ahead and quickens her pace. Crashing through a low bush, she's confronted by Azura's wide-eyed face, and the blade of a naginata.

"Corrin!" she says breathlessly, hurriedly pulling her weapon back. "I'm sorry, I thought you were..."

Panting, Corrin shakes her head. "No... I got here first... couldn't leave you... alone..."

She straightens up, holding a stitch in her side. Azura has halted at the edge of the stream, a broad stretch of water flowing little more than ankle-deep. Beneath its clear surface, Corrin can see the sandy streambed, pulled into a rippling pattern by the constant flow.

A fast-moving shadow passes overhead, wings beating, and Corrin flinches, her heart leaping into her throat. Her body moves almost of its own accord, and before she knows it she's hurling herself at Azura, shouting "Get down!"

She has a brief view of Azura's surprised face before the two of them collide, falling back to land in the stream with a loud splash. Corrin rolls over, grappling for her sword...

...and finds herself looking back at a rather puzzled bird perched in the trees. It chirps at her twice before fluttering away.

"I... I thought..." Corrin says, her mouth falling open. Her face is rapidly turning red as she realizes her mistake, sitting in the shallow stream with no enemies in sight.

There is an odd sound from beside her, and she looks down at Azura. The other girl is still lying down, long hair drifting about her, her clothes soaked through, shaking.

"Are you... all right?"

"I'm..." Azura's voice sounds strained. After a moment, though, her face cracks into a smile, and Corrin realizes that she had been shaking with laughter, her face flushed as much by that as by her flight through the woods. Some of that laughter bubbles through, merry as the flowing stream. "Corrin... you should have seen the look on your face!"

"I was worried about you!" Corrin protests. "I thought that I'd hurt you, or that..."

Azura sits up and continues, one hand dragging sopping hair out of her face, her voice still bright with glee. "No, not at all. You protected me from the big, scary bird!" She leans forward, clutching at her side, unable to stop giggling.

Corrin tries to assume an expression of injured dignity, but Azura's laughter is infectious, and soon she too is laughing--laughing until her eyes blur with tears and her sides ache.

At last, the two get themselves under control. Corrin is the first to get to her feet, wringing out her waterlogged cloak. "We should get back before they send out a search party." She turns to offer a hand and averts her eyes, blushing: the water has rendered Azura's white dress completely transparent. Pulling Azura to her feet, Corrin sheds her own cloak, offering it out at arm's length. "Um... here."

Azura regards the cloak in puzzlement for a moment, then looks down at herself and bites her lip, her own cheeks flushing as well. "Oh. Thank you." She drapes it around her shoulders, smiling. "Quite the day we've had, wouldn't you say?"

"Really..." Corrin shakes her head ruefully as she picks up her sword, shaking drops of water from its blade.

"It'll make an interesting story to tell the others," says Azura, her voice all too innocent.

"Please don't... I'd never live it down."

Unexpectedly, Corrin feels the soft touch of Azura's lips against her own, still slightly damp from their fall in the stream. Azura withdraws, a faint smile on her face.

"It will be our little secret, then." She picks up her fallen naginata settles Corrin's cloak more securely around her, turning. "We should get back to the others before they start to worry."

Sword held slackly in her hand, her breathing unsteady, Corrin stares after Azura as she leaves.

Her lips still seem to feel the pressure of her first kiss.