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Sunlight has never looked so beautiful to him as it does this morning.
The fever rides him thin, papery; the wound has been infected for three days. His tongue feels thick as it moves against the back of his teeth. He aches in ways he’s never known, in ways he hasn’t felt in years. His soul is a bruise inside him. The agony is a constant companion.
But the sun is vivid. And seeing it makes him…lighter.
This is the moment that he knows he will live. He never believed he would see the sun again when he was at the bottom of the lifa. But he is here now. And it seems a shame to leave again so soon.
He turns his head to Zidane. His brother is sitting on the cot beside him. He’s been sharpening the same dagger for three hours, whetstone a steady white noise in their shared shack. “I need you to deliver something for me,” he says.
Zidane gives him the bleakest sort of smile he’s ever seen (on this boy’s face, particularly.) He is ill suited to an expression like that. His eyes aren’t meant for whatever that emotion is, staring out at him. He still has that baby fat, he’s made for grins and smirks and half-baked attempts at heroism. He’s not made for premature grief.
“It’s not a will, right?” he asks. Bleak, gallow’s humor. “Cause I’m stealin’ all your crap as soon as you kick it. So you better not.”
He offers his brother a sharp look. Just a flash of his old fire; all he can afford to spare at the moment. “No, you’re telling someone I’m alive.”
Zidane doesn’t have to say it. The question is in his eyes.
But will you stay that way?
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Feathers: A Drabble
“Treno mourns.” The words were hushed, almost awed. Lord Bishop poured yet another glass of wine, and for once, Achtung said nothing. If ever there were a time for stress-relieving habits, surely this was it. The aging spymaster - no, pardon, scholar - turned away from the auctioneer’s office window, looking around at the intimate gathering in muted disbelief. “Treno mourns,” he repeated. “I have watched this city through countless Lords and Ladies, Knights and Rooks and what have you - Treno does not mourn.” “She mourns now.” Astraea, the reclusive Queen Stella’s representative, managed to sound matter-of-fact despite the worn, drawn look in her eyes. “It’s been some time since Treno last lost her King.” In truth, the entire continent was mourning: supposedly the newly-crowned young Queen of Alexandria had worn a black veil for her long-delayed coronation, and a pall had fallen over the Regency of Lindblum, particularly the Theater District. The story had spread - the fight on the northern continent, and the fall of Kuja, the enemy of Gaia. Zidane Tribal’s heroic rush to save Kuja despite all he’d done - and the Iifa Tree’s violent retaliation, which no one could have survived. For the young hero’s valiant sacrifice, the continent wept. Treno did not mourn for Zidane.
“Excellent, excellent!“ Frannie giggled merrily, clapping. Never mind whose tale it was; it was sure to be such a tale. Oh, of course she knew the official story. Everyone knew that, the explanation given by Queen Garnet upon the return of her beloved hero what’s-his-face, the one with the tail. But that was such a clean version, polished for public consumption.
Frannie wanted the blood, sweat, and tears.
"Do start at the beginning, won’t you?" She pulled out her small black notebook, always with her, never far from her hand. "Oh, I’m sorry - do you mind if I take notes?”
“The beginning?” From limited own point of view, she believes to enter only half of the story, for so little was questioned from the monkey as to how he convinced a ‘princess’ to escape with him…
Then, the point of view of another is the just answer for this young woman’s thirst.
–By what custom do humans find stories of blood and horror so fascinating?
“Let us sit. The tale is long, and I am certain you could do for some wine.” By time wine is retrieved, the young noble woman’s anticipation radiates madly, and oddly, tinges as amusing to the dragon knight when she decides to tease her with an elegant, timely sip f her own honeyed wine. She exhales, and her brilliant eyes close, supposedly deeply in thought.
“I saw Zidane at a pub within the haunted corners of Lindblum, and meager pub hardly known for its way is obscure. The day burrs with the thirst and excitement of participants to that year’s Festival of the Hunt…”
Don’t you know What it means To meet your maker?
A white dove lands on the nobleman's desk and struts rather agressivly across important looking paperwork until he has the full attention of the man before cooing. . . . Quite noisily.
He could have sworn he’d not left any windows open.
Achtung sat back in his desk chair, watching the dove with grave wariness as it marched all over his records of sale as if it owned the place; honestly, just who did this little featherbrain think it was?
“Sir, I must ask you to calm down.” Cooing itself into a frenzy like that, really, was this a dove or some slum pigeon?
shutupreno replied to your post:((How badly does Reno want to be fired))
(That expression on Frannie worries me, no lie.)
((That expression on Frannie should worry everyone
That is the “that sounds like a fucking challenge” face))
((How badly does Reno want to be fired))
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What about Achtung? :D
YOOOO. :D
My NOTP for them: I don’t really have one yet?
My BROTP for them: This is a really close tie between Gau and Lotus, honestly. They both bring out the “secretly a good person” in him.
My OTP for them: His massively one-sided infatuation with Kuja will forever be the death of me
My second choice pairing for them: I don’t have one yet. o 3o
My fluffy pairing for them: He and Lotus are goddamn adorable buddies, my god.
My angsty pairing for them: His love for Kuja will only end in pain. :|
My favorite poly ship for them: None.
My weirdest pairing for them: His friendship with Gau. They bonded over cake, and if that’s not the weirdest, cutest thing, I don’t know what is.
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"Ah, so you basically like to take care of the most important things yourself. Say, have these…errands ever put you in some really dangerous situations? Have you ever had to fight your way out?1 And if so, what style of fighting do you even use? Sorry for all the questions, but you know how curious I can get!"
"A healthy curiosity is nothing to apologize for, dear Lotus. Yes, I've found myself in a tight scrape once or twice - nothing I can't handle, of course; I wouldn't dream of placing myself in a situation I might not return from. Not much use to the auction house as a dead man, hm? No, no use whatsoever. And since you asked, I prefer to fight with a quarterstaff - few creatures, human or beast, withstand a sharp blow to the skull, I've found."
"Oh, well that´s understandable. I still find it rather peculiar, though, that you chase after those items yourself. Does the auction house not have any other staff members to do that for you?"
"Other staff members? Oh, certainly, the house has servants, and Lord King has ever placed them at my immediate disposal - but there are some things I only trust myself to retrieve."
"Nice to see you again, too! Where have you been all this time? I really started to miss you!"
"Oh, everywhere, I'm afraid - I had to go to great lengths to find a particular item for a customer, and of course it was nowhere to be found on the Mist Continent. I began to despair of ever finding it!"