- Rating: Teen
- Warnings: none
- Genre: angst, fluff, romance
- Pairing: Franmaya
summary: Maya Fey assumed she’d be able to slip into the night to follow the call of responsibility and destiny as Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique.
She didn’t count on a sudden visit from someone she’d come to know very well throwing a wrench in her perfect escape. Now, dancing around Franziska’s whip, she struggles to say goodbye.
Maya Fey was no stranger to danger– a multiple kidnap victim,a target of assassination and frame jobs, and a spirit medium dealing with the restless and angry dead– she had gotten used to it a long time ago.
That was exactly why she was able to stand her ground opposite the fuming Franziska Von Karma as she paced slowly around her like a predatory cat.
Two figures stood in the snow of Kurain Village as it drifted through the air and settled in growing mounds upon the secluded religious community’s archaic manor house.
Maya’s manor house, now that her Aunt Morgan was long gone.
Franziska snapped her whip in the air, before she caught it and held it taut over her head. “Maya Fey…you have exactly three seconds to explain this.”
“Hey, Franny…” Maya held her hands up with a half grin. “It’s not like you told me when you screwed off to join interpol for that big inve—”
The whip snapped, and Maya danced back away from the sudden fluttering of snowflakes cast into the air by the impact of the whip upon the ground.
“Holy SHIT, Franny!”
Franziska reeled her whip back, resuming her pacing, coming ever closer with that familiar sharp frown upon her pretty and severe features.
“That’s different. That’s not vanishing from one cult compound to another with nary a word to any of us, you foolish little fool. I returned, didn’t I? I even came to visit during your…training.”
And visit she had, first after the trauma of the Hazakura Temple Incident, then more often as the years went by. Maya felt the flush warm her snow-chilled face as she crossed her arms under her chest.
They’d come to an understanding after that trial, which soon bloomed into something else. Two women as different as different could be, sharing more in common than either had been willing to admit.
A counterbalance of personality with similar pain. It wasn’t exactly a surprise when the two grew intimate.
Maya forced a bright smile as she shrugged her shoulders. “You sure did, babe. You even brought me burgers! But training is training, you know? I’m the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique, I have a responsibility to–”
“To waste away out here? Or out there, across the sea and in the damned mountains out of obligation?” Franziska sneered as she circled closer, her whip raised in silent threat. “I should whip you senseless for such a foolish thought, Fey.”
“Yikes!” Maya laughed cheerfully as she leaned forward. “I mean, it’s what needs to be done to finish my training, Franny, but you’re welcome to try.” Her smile turned a touch lecherous as she purred “you know I like it, anyway.”
It was Franziska’s turn to blush, and Maya did relish the flustered frown that crossed the pale woman’s face as it reddened.
“You’re a fool, Maya Fey.”
“Maybe, maybe.” Maya took a few steps forward to close the distance, before she caught the whip crack against her shoulder with a sharp hiss of pain and a growing grin at the residual sting. “But you’re the one foolish enough to care about me, arentcha?”
Franziska’s frown grew more severe, her beautiful crystal blue eyes narrowing in irritation under teal lashes.
“And woe be to me for that,” she hissed. She suddenly wrapped the oiled leather of her whip around the back of Maya’s neck. WIth a sharp tug, she sent Maya tumbling against her. “It’s a foolishness we both have to suffer now.”
“Ooh.” Maya said as her feet scuffed along the cobbles of the village’s singular street in her path to fall against Franziska’s chest. “You make it sound so romantic, Franny. Sid you just come here to get pissed off…or do you want me to put on some tea?”
Franziska’s gloved hands tightened the whip against the back of her neck, and used it to draw her face closer to hers.
Maya pressed her advantage with a playful wink “maybe that’ll convince you to spend one more night with me before I have to say goodby—-”
Franziska silenced her with another tug of the whip, the leather rubbing harshly against the back of her neck, smothering her goodbyes with a passionate kiss.
Snowflakes settled into place, melting within the strands of her hair as she leaned into Franziska with a pounding of her heart.
She had to leave. The future of the Fey Clan was upon her shoulders, after all, and she couldn’t let it fall upon Pearl like her own mother had let it fall on her. Khura’in awaited, and with it, the ancient lineage of her bloodline.
But Franziska’s lips on hers, and the lingering sting of the whip on her shoulder…maybe she could let the responsibility lapse…just for one more night. One night curled in the bedrolls by the Fey Manor sunken fireplace…and then she’d leave.
She could allow herself that one comfort before she said goodbye.