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Ficdump part 1! (last subpart)
Story title: Maguanac
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 556
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone, I think
Characters and/or pairing: Quatre, Iria
Summary: Quatre and Iria talk about family.
”Quatreeeee…”
”Iriaaaaaa…”
Iria Winner giggled at her younger brother. “Silly.”
“You started it.” Quatre Raberba Winner grinned at her, his fingers never stopping kneading her feat. Iria moaned in contentment.
“You could do this professionally if you wanted to. You’re really, really good at that.”
“I’ll think about it if this construction gig doesn’t work out.”
Iria peered over at him with half-lidded eyes. He had grown the past year, but he was still shorter than her. Clear blue eyes in a deceptively innocent face – she knew that he was much tougher than he looked, but on the other hand, he did look like a powerful gust of wind could sweep him away.
Definitely not your typical construction worker.
Heck, she’d seen his hard hat. It was too big for him.
“Quatre...”
“Iria, if you want this footrub to continue, the next words you say had better not be some variation over ‘why are you doing MENIAL LABOUR’ ‘but you’re too SMART for that’ or ‘won’t you rather take over father’s business?’ or something.”
Iria winced. “I take it you didn’t have a too good time reacquainting with the rest of our sisters?” She had been busy in surgery at the time, and couldn’t come – a gas explosion had brought in a great number of casualties, but luckily no fatalities. That was why Quatre was rewarding her tired feet with a footrub right now.
Quatre sighed. “Some of them are quite nice. Some are not. Some are...difficult to get a handle on. In general, we just don’t have anything in common. At least I can talk to you.”
“Who was the one about you taking over father’s business?”
“Er...Aksha?”
“Aisha, probably. Don’t take anything she says too seriously. She just wants to annoy Fatima.”
“That’s the oldest, right? She was pretty okay. She told the others to stop bothering me and let me do what I wanted.”
Iria snickered. “I’m not surprised. She had to fight Father pretty hard to be allowed to study to take over the company. He insisted that he would have a son to take over eventually. Back when you took over for a short while during the war, she was managing one of the daughter companies near L3. You know, one of those that aren’t even on a colony, but just a mining station?”
“I’d wondered.” Quatre pushed at her feet, and Iria regretfully removed them from his lap. He stood and stretched. “Well, Fatima can have the company. I’m happy just with my construction business?”
Iria bit her lip and hesitated, before she asked: “Little brother? Don’t take this the wrong way, but...why are you so determined to not have any more than that?”
Quatre smiled gently at her. “Because I’m tired of breaking things, and want to create things. Because I don’t think it’s fair that I should have so much of the family business when I’m the youngest, just because I’m a boy. And because Rashid and the Maguanacs wanted it.”
Iria blinked in confusion. Quatre smiled again and continued. “They’re my family too, Iria. I owe them a lot. We’re a unit, a fixed set. And I like that. I’m happy with them.”
Iria smiled and tousled his hair. “I’m almost jealous.”
Quatre grinned widely. “Don’t be. There’s room in my heart for more than one family.”
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 556
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone, I think
Characters and/or pairing: Quatre, Iria
Summary: Quatre and Iria talk about family.
”Quatreeeee…”
”Iriaaaaaa…”
Iria Winner giggled at her younger brother. “Silly.”
“You started it.” Quatre Raberba Winner grinned at her, his fingers never stopping kneading her feat. Iria moaned in contentment.
“You could do this professionally if you wanted to. You’re really, really good at that.”
“I’ll think about it if this construction gig doesn’t work out.”
Iria peered over at him with half-lidded eyes. He had grown the past year, but he was still shorter than her. Clear blue eyes in a deceptively innocent face – she knew that he was much tougher than he looked, but on the other hand, he did look like a powerful gust of wind could sweep him away.
Definitely not your typical construction worker.
Heck, she’d seen his hard hat. It was too big for him.
“Quatre...”
“Iria, if you want this footrub to continue, the next words you say had better not be some variation over ‘why are you doing MENIAL LABOUR’ ‘but you’re too SMART for that’ or ‘won’t you rather take over father’s business?’ or something.”
Iria winced. “I take it you didn’t have a too good time reacquainting with the rest of our sisters?” She had been busy in surgery at the time, and couldn’t come – a gas explosion had brought in a great number of casualties, but luckily no fatalities. That was why Quatre was rewarding her tired feet with a footrub right now.
Quatre sighed. “Some of them are quite nice. Some are not. Some are...difficult to get a handle on. In general, we just don’t have anything in common. At least I can talk to you.”
“Who was the one about you taking over father’s business?”
“Er...Aksha?”
“Aisha, probably. Don’t take anything she says too seriously. She just wants to annoy Fatima.”
“That’s the oldest, right? She was pretty okay. She told the others to stop bothering me and let me do what I wanted.”
Iria snickered. “I’m not surprised. She had to fight Father pretty hard to be allowed to study to take over the company. He insisted that he would have a son to take over eventually. Back when you took over for a short while during the war, she was managing one of the daughter companies near L3. You know, one of those that aren’t even on a colony, but just a mining station?”
“I’d wondered.” Quatre pushed at her feet, and Iria regretfully removed them from his lap. He stood and stretched. “Well, Fatima can have the company. I’m happy just with my construction business?”
Iria bit her lip and hesitated, before she asked: “Little brother? Don’t take this the wrong way, but...why are you so determined to not have any more than that?”
Quatre smiled gently at her. “Because I’m tired of breaking things, and want to create things. Because I don’t think it’s fair that I should have so much of the family business when I’m the youngest, just because I’m a boy. And because Rashid and the Maguanacs wanted it.”
Iria blinked in confusion. Quatre smiled again and continued. “They’re my family too, Iria. I owe them a lot. We’re a unit, a fixed set. And I like that. I’m happy with them.”
Iria smiled and tousled his hair. “I’m almost jealous.”
Quatre grinned widely. “Don’t be. There’s room in my heart for more than one family.”
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That said, I want to draw hearts all over this.
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