[FFVI][Fic] Foundling (Locke/Terra, SFW)
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Title: Foundling
Fandom: FFVI
Characters/Pairing: Slight Terra/Locke; speculations of Locke/Celes, but it's not terribly overt.
Rating: SFW, no warnings.
Notes: For the Kissing Battle. Written for
sahara_snow. May possibly be continued if my inspiration ever comes back.
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Terra couldn't shake the feeling that she shouldn't have been the woman standing by Locke's side, stroking his hair and trying to soothe him as he thrashed in the night. She knew that Celes had tried to find him; it seemed that her eyes had always scanned the horizon for him, even when someone else had stood next to her.
They had searched the world, even after Kefka had fallen, and had never found a trace of him. Most of the others had finally stopped looking, not out of a lack of love but out of emotional self-preservation, letting go of the dead. Maybe Celes had too -
Or maybe she still hasn't, something whispers in her mind - her conscience, maybe. She does her best to silence it. For the moment Celes isn't there, and Terra is all that Locke has.
She hadn't expected to see him again; she definitely hadn't expected to see him collapsed at her door, battered by the elements. Again, if there had been anyone she would've expected him to go through hell to get to... but no, even she didn't know where Celes was wandering now, and Terra had settled in Mobliz. Maybe he'd heard her name somewhere on the road. Maybe he hadn't known where else to go.
Maybe he'd wanted to see her again. She could barely hope that, but... well.
He gasped in his sleep again, and she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He was so weak... sometimes he would wake up and stare at her briefly before closing his eyes again, as if he didn't know who she was but was too weak to ask. Maybe he had amnesia. The irony of it would be sickening -
No. She shook her head and sat down next to him. Someday he'd wake up, and she was sure that he would know her. Then... then she could think about all of the things that were weighing on her mind. All she needed to think about now was that he needed her help.
The rest could wait until he was better.
Fandom: FFVI
Characters/Pairing: Slight Terra/Locke; speculations of Locke/Celes, but it's not terribly overt.
Rating: SFW, no warnings.
Notes: For the Kissing Battle. Written for
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Terra couldn't shake the feeling that she shouldn't have been the woman standing by Locke's side, stroking his hair and trying to soothe him as he thrashed in the night. She knew that Celes had tried to find him; it seemed that her eyes had always scanned the horizon for him, even when someone else had stood next to her.
They had searched the world, even after Kefka had fallen, and had never found a trace of him. Most of the others had finally stopped looking, not out of a lack of love but out of emotional self-preservation, letting go of the dead. Maybe Celes had too -
Or maybe she still hasn't, something whispers in her mind - her conscience, maybe. She does her best to silence it. For the moment Celes isn't there, and Terra is all that Locke has.
She hadn't expected to see him again; she definitely hadn't expected to see him collapsed at her door, battered by the elements. Again, if there had been anyone she would've expected him to go through hell to get to... but no, even she didn't know where Celes was wandering now, and Terra had settled in Mobliz. Maybe he'd heard her name somewhere on the road. Maybe he hadn't known where else to go.
Maybe he'd wanted to see her again. She could barely hope that, but... well.
He gasped in his sleep again, and she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. He was so weak... sometimes he would wake up and stare at her briefly before closing his eyes again, as if he didn't know who she was but was too weak to ask. Maybe he had amnesia. The irony of it would be sickening -
No. She shook her head and sat down next to him. Someday he'd wake up, and she was sure that he would know her. Then... then she could think about all of the things that were weighing on her mind. All she needed to think about now was that he needed her help.
The rest could wait until he was better.
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Date: 2014-11-20 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-22 04:35 am (UTC)Anyway, thank you for the comment.