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moonsheenTaking a break from writing Tidus and Yuna pirates chiraihateyou to do some more gratuitous Tactics fic. Of the gratuitous awesome sibling variety. Because one thing this game did for me was play on my hopeless, hopeless love for awesome siblings. (and Ruvelia and Larg totally don't count.) Also, have nabbed Vagrant Story. Also must belatedly pimp Afrai's most fabulous Kuchiki fic because I keep reading it. (also THANK YOU FOR THE FISH).
Anywhere, here. Have post-game Beoulve siblings. Damaged but still fluffy, damnit.
It took her a moment to place the second bird: a large female, with a familiar malevolent air. Ramza was holding her head, and checking her for injuries. She hissed and took a snap at him before allowing him to push her neck down to examine her behind her crest.
“Ramza,” Alma realized. “That’s Lavinia.”
Ramza’s said nothing, but the chocobo sensed his distraction and butted him in the chest. He kept his footing, gripped harder on the reins.
“That’s Zalbag’s…”
“Yes,” said Ramza.
Alma folded her hands at chest level, thought better of it, and folded them over her mouth. She shut her eyes and inhaled. She waited for him to take a step back. She waited for him to lower a hand. She took it and clung to it hard. Maybe a little too hard—but he didn’t complain. Just squeezed back, glad as she was, to have the other one there.
And then another epilogue. Or maybe a prologue...aw hell I'd kick him in the shins too.
Sometime in the middle of the night and the rocking of the ship, Ramza raised himself from a half doze at his sister’s return. He had only a second to catch her silhouette: her mussed hair, her hunched shoulders, the careful steps she took. Then it was all against him. She’d lifted the sheets, crawled next to him, took one wrist, and put her head on his shoulder.
“Alma?”
“Tell me,” she whispered, “About the man from the east.”
She must’ve been talking with the crewman on deck again, Ramza thought. Probably playing those card games she never admitted to cheating masterfully at—the cold was sticking to her skin. It had been cloudy, these last few days at sea. He wished she’d taken one of his coats. He wished she’d loosen her arms up a bit, and roll over, dearest sister, your elbow is jabbing me in the rib. Instead though, he told her the story again. As he had before they’d booked passage. As he had when they’d rode to the port city.
“…and he had a sword, but it was different from any sword he’d ever seen. There was writing on it. Like a Rune Blade, but much smaller. Father asked him what it said, and the man told him. And it was so surprising that Father had apologized, for asking a question he didn’t want to answer. And the man just laughed…”
“What was it?” His sister turned her face on his shoulder, so Ramza could see her eyes. Like glass, in the dark.
“Poetry,” said Ramza, smiling wryly. “On a sword, yes. We should ask him what Father’s face looked like, when he explained that to him.”
“Dear brother, that would be rude.” Alma shook her head, and giggled. “I’ll do it. I’m the blunt one.”
Ramza blinked. “You are not.”
“Yes I am. You said so, once.”
“Have I-- oh. Yes.” He nearly went cross eyed searching for the recollection. “…you’d just kicked Delita in the shin.”
“See?”
“No.” A cat’s growl, as his sister began to twist about in protest. Ramza rolled to the edge of the bunk and drew a length of sheet up as his shield. “--I’d, ah, have done it before telling him—Alma!-- good morn.”
And before the ache of memory came upon him his sister pressed her face into his chest, hands tight in his nightshirt. Her muffled snarl was so deep that they both laughed at its ferocity. They laughed, and they laughed, and peace was made again. Alma’s knee was in his hip now. It was no more comfortable than her elbow.
“Tell me about the man from the east,” he said again.
Ramza looked at her with love: “It will be an adventure to find him.”
Anywhere, here. Have post-game Beoulve siblings. Damaged but still fluffy, damnit.
It took her a moment to place the second bird: a large female, with a familiar malevolent air. Ramza was holding her head, and checking her for injuries. She hissed and took a snap at him before allowing him to push her neck down to examine her behind her crest.
“Ramza,” Alma realized. “That’s Lavinia.”
Ramza’s said nothing, but the chocobo sensed his distraction and butted him in the chest. He kept his footing, gripped harder on the reins.
“That’s Zalbag’s…”
“Yes,” said Ramza.
Alma folded her hands at chest level, thought better of it, and folded them over her mouth. She shut her eyes and inhaled. She waited for him to take a step back. She waited for him to lower a hand. She took it and clung to it hard. Maybe a little too hard—but he didn’t complain. Just squeezed back, glad as she was, to have the other one there.
And then another epilogue. Or maybe a prologue...aw hell I'd kick him in the shins too.
Sometime in the middle of the night and the rocking of the ship, Ramza raised himself from a half doze at his sister’s return. He had only a second to catch her silhouette: her mussed hair, her hunched shoulders, the careful steps she took. Then it was all against him. She’d lifted the sheets, crawled next to him, took one wrist, and put her head on his shoulder.
“Alma?”
“Tell me,” she whispered, “About the man from the east.”
She must’ve been talking with the crewman on deck again, Ramza thought. Probably playing those card games she never admitted to cheating masterfully at—the cold was sticking to her skin. It had been cloudy, these last few days at sea. He wished she’d taken one of his coats. He wished she’d loosen her arms up a bit, and roll over, dearest sister, your elbow is jabbing me in the rib. Instead though, he told her the story again. As he had before they’d booked passage. As he had when they’d rode to the port city.
“…and he had a sword, but it was different from any sword he’d ever seen. There was writing on it. Like a Rune Blade, but much smaller. Father asked him what it said, and the man told him. And it was so surprising that Father had apologized, for asking a question he didn’t want to answer. And the man just laughed…”
“What was it?” His sister turned her face on his shoulder, so Ramza could see her eyes. Like glass, in the dark.
“Poetry,” said Ramza, smiling wryly. “On a sword, yes. We should ask him what Father’s face looked like, when he explained that to him.”
“Dear brother, that would be rude.” Alma shook her head, and giggled. “I’ll do it. I’m the blunt one.”
Ramza blinked. “You are not.”
“Yes I am. You said so, once.”
“Have I-- oh. Yes.” He nearly went cross eyed searching for the recollection. “…you’d just kicked Delita in the shin.”
“See?”
“No.” A cat’s growl, as his sister began to twist about in protest. Ramza rolled to the edge of the bunk and drew a length of sheet up as his shield. “--I’d, ah, have done it before telling him—Alma!-- good morn.”
And before the ache of memory came upon him his sister pressed her face into his chest, hands tight in his nightshirt. Her muffled snarl was so deep that they both laughed at its ferocity. They laughed, and they laughed, and peace was made again. Alma’s knee was in his hip now. It was no more comfortable than her elbow.
“Tell me about the man from the east,” he said again.
Ramza looked at her with love: “It will be an adventure to find him.”
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I am a mysterious fishbowl.
Date: 2006-01-14 09:37 am (UTC)For about the first time in my life I am tempted to look into this whole Final Fantasy though, 'cos you're writing it and
Re: I am a mysterious fishbowl.
Date: 2006-01-14 09:37 am (UTC)Re: I am a mysterious fishbowl.
Date: 2006-01-14 03:22 pm (UTC)Give me two/three weeks and I'll be sending you copies of Final Fantasy VII and Final Fantasy Tactics. If you have PS2 (y/n???) I will also be sending you X.
And you will have to play them.
/TOTALLY SERIOUS, DID IT WITH MUUN
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Date: 2006-01-14 03:57 pm (UTC)(I have a PS2 at home. OH LORD SAVE ME)
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Date: 2006-01-14 04:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-01-14 04:30 pm (UTC)OH SNAP
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Date: 2006-01-14 04:44 pm (UTC)contact details, v. snoozing spires (http://www.livejournal.com/users/bravecows/105985.html)
This love/hate thing is so tiring. *is like Soi Fong in a way*
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Date: 2006-01-14 04:54 pm (UTC)On another note: mwahahahaha
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Date: 2006-01-14 03:58 pm (UTC)