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FFXII drabbles
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northstarroad
Class: White Mage
Note: Written for Round 1.13
Title: Hunger
Summary: The city of Rabanastre is insatiable.
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (Mentions broad early plot points.)
Hunger
Rabanastre feasts, the spirit of the city drunken and content as a lizard on the sun-parched sand. Desire and want come to rest here; greed takes shade. The magpie laughter of lazy merchants mingles with the bitter cries of the filthy war orphans, and the city devours them all.
There is need here, seeking in every grit-filled corner; there is unrest as unrelenting as the sun. The people here are not broken, but they are bowed, forgetting the roots that stretch far under the sands to find their sustenance and strength.
The hands of the Empire, ripe for the biting.
Title: Silver
Summary: Ashe's memory is clear.
Characters/Pairings: Ashe (Ashe/Rasler)
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (Mentions broad early plot points.)
Silver
She remembers the glint of his armour, reflecting the sun of their ancestors into her eyes as surely as if the Gods had chosen to blind her with hope and promise. He was a vessel of divinity, a solid pillar between all she held dear and all that lurked too close.
That pure, silver light keeping the shadows of Imperial wolves at bay.
She remembers a last, long look, and the glare of the sun. The light danced over the surface of him, captured in the very depths of him, obscuring all else.
Within him, she could not find herself.
Title: Wind
Summary: Ashe and Vaan fall behind crossing the Estersand.
Characters: Ashe and Vaan
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (None.)
Wind
“Ever heard the song of the Estersand?” Vaan asks.
She frowns; she does not wish to encourage him with more attention than the utmost necessary. “Does it sing?”
“You bet,” he says. He reaches out to touch her wrist; she snaps away from his reach. “Ashe, just listen.”
She stops. All she can hear is the wind catching the sand in its restless pursuits, playing the grains against the cliffs. A sweet tone, the faintest of bell chimes.
A smile tugs at her mouth; she holds her breath as the scorching breeze sings for her again.
Title: Curse
Summary: He never should have asked for her opinion.
Characters: Balthier and Fran.
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (None.)
Curse
“She is your curse to bear.”
Balthier stared into his empty glass to avoid the eyes of his partner. Fran's ominous wording stayed his tongue. It was a shame he hadn't yet drunk enough to convince himself that a Viera could be prone to jest.
“You'll still fly with me?”
“Onto this path, the Gods have set us both. It's not for you or I to decide to turn away.”
He smirked, finally casting a side-long glance at her. “And I was worried you'd make this out to be my fault.”
“They are your Gods.”
(On a side note, I was unsure of the tagging procedure. I hope I did it right.)
northstarroad Class: White Mage
Note: Written for Round 1.13
Title: Hunger
Summary: The city of Rabanastre is insatiable.
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (Mentions broad early plot points.)
Hunger
Rabanastre feasts, the spirit of the city drunken and content as a lizard on the sun-parched sand. Desire and want come to rest here; greed takes shade. The magpie laughter of lazy merchants mingles with the bitter cries of the filthy war orphans, and the city devours them all.
There is need here, seeking in every grit-filled corner; there is unrest as unrelenting as the sun. The people here are not broken, but they are bowed, forgetting the roots that stretch far under the sands to find their sustenance and strength.
The hands of the Empire, ripe for the biting.
Title: Silver
Summary: Ashe's memory is clear.
Characters/Pairings: Ashe (Ashe/Rasler)
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (Mentions broad early plot points.)
Silver
She remembers the glint of his armour, reflecting the sun of their ancestors into her eyes as surely as if the Gods had chosen to blind her with hope and promise. He was a vessel of divinity, a solid pillar between all she held dear and all that lurked too close.
That pure, silver light keeping the shadows of Imperial wolves at bay.
She remembers a last, long look, and the glare of the sun. The light danced over the surface of him, captured in the very depths of him, obscuring all else.
Within him, she could not find herself.
Title: Wind
Summary: Ashe and Vaan fall behind crossing the Estersand.
Characters: Ashe and Vaan
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (None.)
Wind
“Ever heard the song of the Estersand?” Vaan asks.
She frowns; she does not wish to encourage him with more attention than the utmost necessary. “Does it sing?”
“You bet,” he says. He reaches out to touch her wrist; she snaps away from his reach. “Ashe, just listen.”
She stops. All she can hear is the wind catching the sand in its restless pursuits, playing the grains against the cliffs. A sweet tone, the faintest of bell chimes.
A smile tugs at her mouth; she holds her breath as the scorching breeze sings for her again.
Title: Curse
Summary: He never should have asked for her opinion.
Characters: Balthier and Fran.
Word count: 100
Rating/warnings: G (None.)
Curse
“She is your curse to bear.”
Balthier stared into his empty glass to avoid the eyes of his partner. Fran's ominous wording stayed his tongue. It was a shame he hadn't yet drunk enough to convince himself that a Viera could be prone to jest.
“You'll still fly with me?”
“Onto this path, the Gods have set us both. It's not for you or I to decide to turn away.”
He smirked, finally casting a side-long glance at her. “And I was worried you'd make this out to be my fault.”
“They are your Gods.”
(On a side note, I was unsure of the tagging procedure. I hope I did it right.)