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In Ecstasy (Fire Emblem 10, Ashera/Laura)
Title: In Ecstasy
Series: Fire Emblem 10
Character/Pairing: Ashera/Laura
Rating: PG
Word count: 356
A/N: November 9th - Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Ashera/Laura: devotion -- love is not a thing of Order. Partially inspired by “Mariette In Ecstasy” by Ron Hansen.
Love was not a thing of order. It was unstructured; a thing of passion. It was everything their goddess cast aside with her dark half. She taught of meter and balance, of cold reason and they follow her in such terms. They press back their wants in ways like food deprivation, all for the life of order and asceticism that was their way. This is the path to higher consciousness. This is the path of the Goddess.
Laura left behind her life and a boy who could’ve loved her for the Goddess. She could’ve had children, with his hair and her eyes and nose. Her own little carbon copies, her own progeny. She could’ve had a happy life lived by any other woman, the dreams of falling into line with her mother and her mother’s mother and every woman between them. But she chose a flame-haired Goddess to sing love songs to. She chose late night prayers on her knees, shuddering and gasping in an ecstasy nearing orgasmic. Her hands at the rosary were as if a trance. She knew the traditions, the tales, the prayers to say by heart. These she had learned, learned like the lover her learns her beloved’s ways.
It was not love that is a sin, but passion. The pure passion of one devoted to the divine. She fell in passion with the Goddess and her life was defined by it. She lived for kindness, giving and took the statutes as her own natural law, but it was the night prayers she lived for. This was her fulcrum, how she would live her life until it’s fulfillment. Her choice was that of the divine, and the passion, unsaid, in trembling fingers at the rosary, in lingering glances to the statues, said to be a perfect likeness. She had not merely given her body and service to the goddess, but her heart as well.
Series: Fire Emblem 10
Character/Pairing: Ashera/Laura
Rating: PG
Word count: 356
A/N: November 9th - Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Ashera/Laura: devotion -- love is not a thing of Order. Partially inspired by “Mariette In Ecstasy” by Ron Hansen.
Love was not a thing of order. It was unstructured; a thing of passion. It was everything their goddess cast aside with her dark half. She taught of meter and balance, of cold reason and they follow her in such terms. They press back their wants in ways like food deprivation, all for the life of order and asceticism that was their way. This is the path to higher consciousness. This is the path of the Goddess.
Laura left behind her life and a boy who could’ve loved her for the Goddess. She could’ve had children, with his hair and her eyes and nose. Her own little carbon copies, her own progeny. She could’ve had a happy life lived by any other woman, the dreams of falling into line with her mother and her mother’s mother and every woman between them. But she chose a flame-haired Goddess to sing love songs to. She chose late night prayers on her knees, shuddering and gasping in an ecstasy nearing orgasmic. Her hands at the rosary were as if a trance. She knew the traditions, the tales, the prayers to say by heart. These she had learned, learned like the lover her learns her beloved’s ways.
It was not love that is a sin, but passion. The pure passion of one devoted to the divine. She fell in passion with the Goddess and her life was defined by it. She lived for kindness, giving and took the statutes as her own natural law, but it was the night prayers she lived for. This was her fulcrum, how she would live her life until it’s fulfillment. Her choice was that of the divine, and the passion, unsaid, in trembling fingers at the rosary, in lingering glances to the statues, said to be a perfect likeness. She had not merely given her body and service to the goddess, but her heart as well.