Title: perhaps
Rating: G
Fandom: Suikoden, specifically Suikogaiden volume 2
Relationship: Camus/Miklotov
Wordcount: 400
Short summary: Maki checks in on Camus and they talk about Miklotov.
“Mik?” Camus called out softly, his eyes opening upon the sound of the door opening.
Maki entered the room where Camus was recovering in with a sheepish smile. “No, it’s just me. Miklotov is still talking with your parents.”
“Oh.” Camus moved to sit up straight as Maki made her way to his bedside. She placed the tray carefully on his lap. Camus grabbed the glass of water and brought it to his lips. “Thanks.”
Maki sat down on the chair beside the bed, the chair that Miklotov had occupied earlier. She smiled as Camus ate the food she made with gusto. She wondered if those two ever… She shook her head. Of course she was jealous of Miklotov, being able to stand by Camus’ side. Even though Miklotov had been rather rude to her, she understood where he was coming from. If she were him, she’d probably act the same way…
It became awkwardly quiet when Camus finished eating. It looked like he really did expect Miklotov to be the one coming in with dinner, not Maki. Well, then she might as speak to that. “Your parents won’t say it, but they are happy for you.”
Camus stilled. “What do you mean, Maki?”
Maki smiled. “They approve of Miklotov.” When Miklotov had taken his turn to be with Camus, Maki had overheard Camus’ parents and the chief talking. It was easy to see how proud they were of their son and his choice of partner. “Of course they would have loved to see you have children. I’m sure they would make handsome knights.” She giggled as she removed the tray of empty dishes off Camus’ lap. “Perhaps you’re lucky to have been the second son after all.”
Camus smiled, his eyes half-closed as he mulled over that thought. “Perhaps.”
Upon seeing that smile, Maki turned away and proceeded to the exit. She didn’t know what her face was showing, but it was better for Camus not to know. Even if he were the first son, Maki would have never had the chance… She stopped at the door to say one last thing. “Make sure to bring him around again next time you visit.”
“Of course.”
It was a bit bitter, closing the door and knowing that she was no longer the closest to Camus. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really, but… Maybe she would have a better smile next time.