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Class: Thief
Title: Two
Summary: Fic for fic prompt party! Prompt of anything involving Sabin and Edgar.
Characters/Pairings: Edgar, Sabin, vaguely Daddy Figaro and Mommy Figaro
Word count: 500 exact :DDDD SHHHH I'M PROUD OF MYSELF ;_;
Rating/warnings: G? It's kinda whipped together in half an hour. Lotsa kiddies.
There were two of them ever since the start. When their father called one to him, the other would always follow. And maybe Edgar would stare, serious and far-seeing, and maybe Sabin would trudge farther behind, a small fist balled in his brother's sleeve, but as different as the brothers were, none could deny their closeness.
“One day you would rule the kingdom,” their father always said. He wouldn't look at them, wouldn't choose. They didn't mind. “One day” was far away enough, and they couldn't imagine life as anything other than what they had. A father, strong and generous, a mother, sweet and kind; a life, shared between the two of them: idyllic.
The day their mother died shook the foundations of their childish comprehension. Who would they run to now, crying, crying, “Mother, mother, Sabin's sick again,” and Edgar would discreetly wipe his own runny nose and stay up – try to, he tried hard – all night getting underfoot, fetching cool water and clean cloth and soup from the kitchens?
There wasn't anyone that night to whisper to them, “Shh, don't cry,” so after lying awake, listening in the dark, Edgar tiptoed over to the other bed, and sat down beside it, and grabbed the small, trembling hand, murmuring, “Shh, don't cry,” but it wasn't the same.
One day they weren't together anymore. A hunting trip, their father told them, and they both knew only Edgar would go, Edgar who was good at chocobomanship, Edgar who mastered the use of crossbows and already managed to modify his own, Edgar who was strong and robust. It was then that the whispers started, Edgar was older, Edgar was stronger, Edgar was versed in politics. Ah, but the king was a fair man, wasn't he? But Edgar was shrewd, Edgar could get his way--
All day, Sabin heard, and didn't listen. And when Edgar brought him the prize of the hunt, and declared the subsequent feast in his honour, he knew they were fools to doubt his brother.
And one day, their safe little world cracked apart.
Poison. Murder.
...And succession.
And of course their father would worry for the future of Figrao, and of course their father would be fair. No one expected otherwise. On his dying breath, the fate of Figaro: an even split.
That day, they weren't together anymore.
Oh, there would be whispers about what a clever ruse, the prince Edgar, what a way to get rid of his brother and secure the throne for himself. And there would be whispers about what a cowardly man, that prince Edgar, bowing to the Empire to spare his own fate.
Edgar knew, and Sabin knew; and Edgar knew, and Sabin knew, that there was no other choice, no other path left for them to walk.
But there were two of them ever since the start. And they knew, when no one else did, that there would be two of them in the end.
arivessClass: Thief
Title: Two
Summary: Fic for fic prompt party! Prompt of anything involving Sabin and Edgar.
Characters/Pairings: Edgar, Sabin, vaguely Daddy Figaro and Mommy Figaro
Word count: 500 exact :DDDD SHHHH I'M PROUD OF MYSELF ;_;
Rating/warnings: G? It's kinda whipped together in half an hour. Lotsa kiddies.
There were two of them ever since the start. When their father called one to him, the other would always follow. And maybe Edgar would stare, serious and far-seeing, and maybe Sabin would trudge farther behind, a small fist balled in his brother's sleeve, but as different as the brothers were, none could deny their closeness.
“One day you would rule the kingdom,” their father always said. He wouldn't look at them, wouldn't choose. They didn't mind. “One day” was far away enough, and they couldn't imagine life as anything other than what they had. A father, strong and generous, a mother, sweet and kind; a life, shared between the two of them: idyllic.
The day their mother died shook the foundations of their childish comprehension. Who would they run to now, crying, crying, “Mother, mother, Sabin's sick again,” and Edgar would discreetly wipe his own runny nose and stay up – try to, he tried hard – all night getting underfoot, fetching cool water and clean cloth and soup from the kitchens?
There wasn't anyone that night to whisper to them, “Shh, don't cry,” so after lying awake, listening in the dark, Edgar tiptoed over to the other bed, and sat down beside it, and grabbed the small, trembling hand, murmuring, “Shh, don't cry,” but it wasn't the same.
One day they weren't together anymore. A hunting trip, their father told them, and they both knew only Edgar would go, Edgar who was good at chocobomanship, Edgar who mastered the use of crossbows and already managed to modify his own, Edgar who was strong and robust. It was then that the whispers started, Edgar was older, Edgar was stronger, Edgar was versed in politics. Ah, but the king was a fair man, wasn't he? But Edgar was shrewd, Edgar could get his way--
All day, Sabin heard, and didn't listen. And when Edgar brought him the prize of the hunt, and declared the subsequent feast in his honour, he knew they were fools to doubt his brother.
And one day, their safe little world cracked apart.
Poison. Murder.
...And succession.
And of course their father would worry for the future of Figrao, and of course their father would be fair. No one expected otherwise. On his dying breath, the fate of Figaro: an even split.
That day, they weren't together anymore.
Oh, there would be whispers about what a clever ruse, the prince Edgar, what a way to get rid of his brother and secure the throne for himself. And there would be whispers about what a cowardly man, that prince Edgar, bowing to the Empire to spare his own fate.
Edgar knew, and Sabin knew; and Edgar knew, and Sabin knew, that there was no other choice, no other path left for them to walk.
But there were two of them ever since the start. And they knew, when no one else did, that there would be two of them in the end.
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You need to play it! ...I need to replay it! XD
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You need to play it! ...I need to replay it! XD
~Hehe, I shall soon! ♥ And yay for replaying games as well. :)
POINTS
20 points to Team Thief
Re: POINTS
Thank you~! And, ooh, I like "Two". :D *adds it on*