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Entry tags:
- character: aldo,
- character: amarant,
- character: eiko,
- character: fickblix,
- character: kimahri,
- character: rinoa,
- character: squall,
- character: verena,
- character: yuna,
- fanfiction,
- game: final fantasy ix,
- game: final fantasy viii,
- game: final fantasy x,
- game: final fantasy x-2,
- game: final fantasy xi,
- pairing: squall/rinoa,
- user: yin
{Fan Fics} Final Fantasy VIII-FFXI Short Fics
Some more short fics from that challenge I gave myself that I mentioned here. Some of these were a little longer, so this post is only for the FFVIII-FFXI fics. ♥
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LEGAL DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these Final Fantasy titles or their characters. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix!
Title: Change
Summary: A look at Squall and Rinoa's relationship.
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Rinoa. Squall x Rinoa.
Word count: 370
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFVIII.
It's funny how things change.
When the two first met, their initial perceptions of each other were not very pleasant.
He saw her as a pampered little rich girl: someone with no experience who had brazenly entered into a situation that she had no real involvement in out of illogical feelings of guilt and anger. She acted in the moment, not thinking of what the outcome might be.
That bothered him. It annoyed him to no end.
She saw him as a dour, gloomy soul: someone who always looked at the world in an uncaring fashion. He was the type of person who would probably sit on a log if left to his own devices, allowing fungi to start growing on him without notice. He was lost too much in his depressing thoughts, in his gruff and icy façade. He was the type who never acted without being told what to do, without thinking of the outcome of what his actions or lack thereof might bring.
It bothered her. It annoyed her in a way that fascinated her at the same time.
So she talked to him ceaselessly, trying to bring him out of his shell.
That annoyed him even more, but his brushing off remarks drove her to push even further.
Eventually, somehow...something changed in their dynamic without either of them realizing it.
Her talk didn't seem as annoying--it was pleasurable even. He didn't respond sarcastically all the time. He even started answering her in complete sentences. Sometimes he'd actually start a conversation, asking something of her instead.
On occasion, she would sit in silence with him...the two lost in their own thoughts. He acted a bit more on his own after awhile, and she would stop for a few moments to consider her options.
The couple were sitting together now, him awkwardly holding her hand as she rested her head on his shoulder, contemplating-- both staring down at their fingers laced together on the bench. A small, private smile to match her larger one on his face as they were caught in their private moment...the world going by them steadily.
"They turned out to be good for one another." Those nearby would whisper, "Who could have guessed?"
*****
Title: Gruff
Summary: Eiko contemplates Amarant while "trailing" him through a city. (In other words: my attempt at making it up to Amarant about that whole "Bad Fic OOC" thing I did about him! XD)
Characters/Pairings: Eiko, Amarant.
Word count: 294
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFIX.
Indifferent. Callous. Imposing. Gruff.
Eiko noticed these traits about the tall fighter instantly. His entire personality and all of his mannerisms screamed self-serving and solitary. Fearless as she often was about interacting with others and telling them her opinions, she tended to give him a wide berth on instinct more often than not.
But...he had chosen to help her, to save her life when they had first met. Having his "co-worker" hold a little kid hostage had affronted some sort of personal honor code he apparently abided by.
So, maybe, he wasn't so bad after all.
Lost in her thoughts as she was, the little girl from Madain Sari hadn't realized that she had been following Amarant as he separated from the group and headed down a side-alley on his own business. She paused slightly at the realization, wondering if he'd yell at her for snooping now that her head was out of the clouds.
But he didn't reprimand her for being nosey, as she had initially feared. Nor did he quicken his pace and try to lose her...or demand she leave him alone and head back (never mind that it was her first time here and she would have had no idea where to go).
Instead, he continued on at a steady pace-- thoroughly ignoring her. His gait was slow enough for her to just tag along about ten steps behind, his larger frame constantly in sight.
She could have sworn the red head perhaps muttered something along the lines of "Damn kids..." under his breath, but it was more in exasperation than anything remotely venomous.
Eiko smiled to herself somewhat in smug satisfaction.
Yes, he was gruff and intimidating to be sure...but maybe, maybe he wasn't really all that bad after all.
*****
Title: Guardian
Summary: Kimahri's reflections on Yuna.
Characters/Pairings: Kimahri, Yuna.
Word count: 770
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFX and FFX-2.
Once, he had been an outcast of his tribe.
"Little Kimahri" he had been called in taunts, his small stature unfitting for a warrior of the Ronso. When his horn had been broken, his exile from his people was all but certain: a Ronso's horn was a symbol of their strength and their courage, their very spirit. He could not stand the jeers, the looks of disgust he had received on Mt. Gagazet.
He had left to travel Spira, to prove his strength and honor: to showcase how he was not a disgrace to his ancestors. He had intended to continue to travel until his energy had been spent and his very lifeblood spilled out of him onto the earth-- proof that he had been there. Proof that he had fought until he had no more to give, until his very last: a brash foolishness of youth, he now knew.
But he had met a dying man on his travels, had been tasked with an important quest by a man who had helped another willingly walk to his own death for the sake of the world-- a temporary peace. The Ronso respected and honored both the Summoners and their Guardians greatly for their courage and strength...he would not refuse such a request.
And so he had found the Summoner's daughter and had told her of her father's wish for her to grow up safely in a peaceful beachside village he had come to during his travels. The small girl had wept at his words, realizing what they meant for her.
...She, too, was now alone.
Not sure of what to do, Kimahri awkwardly held the small human in his arms as she cried...her tears dampening the blue fur covering his skin.
He brought her to the village, to Besaid, as he swore to her father's guardian that he would. The villagers there greeted her, the daughter of the Summoner responsible for the new Calm, warmly...as was their custom. Humans belonged with other humans-- the villagers regarded him with cautious hospitality, but they were eager for him to leave.
He stayed for a while despite that, knowing that the girl, though she smiled warmly at everyone she met, still wept for her father on the inside.
She tried to cover her sniffles at night with her blanket over her head. He would silently sit beside her, and she would grip the fur on his knee when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.
When he reluctantly decided it was time to leave, when he began to feel from the silent looks they gave him that the villagers had begun to think he overstayed his welcome...Yuna cried out openly.
The small child, much to the shock of village onlookers, threw herself at the intimidating Ronso and wrapped her tiny arms around his knees as if she meant to tackle him...it was an odd sight to be sure as he might be smaller than the majority of his people, but he still towered over humans.
...She had begged him not to leave.
Kimahri, already hesitating at the prospect and not wanting to separate from brave little Yuna's side, stayed then...regardless of the talk, though most in Besaid accepted it well enough at the time while keeping their distance.
He watched Yuna grow into a beautiful young woman, accepted her resolve to become a Summoner and silently stood by her in that endeavor...though her later decision to live instead comforted him greatly.
When the Ronso viewed him as one of their own again, when they died to protect Yuna...she had supported him as well.
He helped her to usher in the Eternal Calm, something his people had desired greatly.
Now...now he was no longer an outcast to his people, but a leader. His actions had given them a new viewpoint on strength, his later wisdom sound and proven. She was glad for him always, she said.
And she was free...still helping others, but finally able to be herself. He could not be happier for her, more proud.
They were separated now, but whenever they met face-to-face they would hug as if she was still the small child who looked to him for comfort without wanting to admit to it, and he was still the same person who would always give it without having to be asked.
It was a constant, a source of comfort and strength that had been embedded in both of them at a time when neither had anything...but they had ended up becoming a family to one another without it ever having been said.
Kimahri was grateful that at least that would never change.
*****
Title: Garden
Summary: Verena thinks about her friend Fickblix.
Characters/Pairings: Verena, Ficky (Fickblix), Aldo.
Word count: 988
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFXI.
When she had first met him, she had only heard the whispered rumors of the Goblins living within the city walls.
Beastmen were always a subject of gossip and, despite the fact that the group of Goblins were civil and peaceably trying to earn a living in Jueno while staying out of way, that didn't halt the rumors and secret whisperings of how "something nefarious was underfoot" whenever one of them was seen walking past-- even when they greeted those they met politely.
She had heard the talk, but didn't take too much stock of it. Neither did her brother, Aldo. And since he was the head of the Tenshodo and had access to all sorts of information others normally didn't know, it was easier for her to dismiss the rumors as unfair gossip spread from fearful and ignorant people than most.
The Goblins existed in the background-- sometimes weaving their way into her field of vision as part of the numerous crowds lining the streets of the great city: strangers, but with familiar faces...as is often the case with people you see daily but have no interaction with.
...It was much, much later when that changed.
Verena had wanted to buy something for Aldo. It was nearing the anniversary of the day when he had officially become a part of her family-- and she had gone to one of the auction houses to see what was available.
The crowds around the auction house were horrendous. She had to force her way through the thick throng of people just enough so that she could skim the list of wares being offered, only to be slightly disappointed to realize the effort was in vain when nothing seemed to strike her as something that Aldo would particularly like.
Sighing in defeat, the way back home seemed equally as difficult...
The heavily armored body of a rather muscular adventurer going in the opposite direction of her impacted with her shoulder, causing the girl to lose her footing. Due to the noise on the street and the armor he was wearing, the adventurer continued on without even realizing what had happened.
The stones that made up the intricate, well-used walkways of Jueno came up fast, and Verena closed her eyes-- bracing for the jarring impact on her knees and palms.
Then, there was a sudden, gentle yank on the puffy shoulder of her dress...a pull upwards that softened the fall: her knees landing softly on the ground and her fingertips only brushing the walkway slightly as she blinked stupidly for a few moments trying to put together how she had just avoided getting scraped from a fall.
"Are you all right, Miss?"
The voice that spoke was oddly muffled and Verena glanced up to see a stout, smaller figure dressed in brown workman's clothes...the gloved hand gripping her shoulder still. A mask covered the entirety of his face: the large goggle-like lenses and bulbous nose of the mask, and the large green ears that fanned out on both sides of his skull, indicated that he was a Goblin.
"...Miss?" the muffled tone had a note of concern-- the shoulder grip tightening a fraction as he looked the Hume girl over for injuries.
Fickblix's kindness broke any preconceptions Verena may have had right there on the spot. It only took two more accidental run-ins before the two had become close friends...before Fickblix fondly became "Ficky" and Verena had become a welcome presence among the Goblins living in Jueno.
They were gathered at the garden now, all of them in a knot of small statured figures in varying brown and green tones: a strange sight when not near their workspace in the city.
...All of them but one, she corrected herself. She suppressed a sob, knowing she had cried enough already, and that was even after Ficky had asked her not to...though she didn't believe he would begrudge her it.
If she continued to cry anymore, he would be sad. That wasn't what she wanted.
The Goblins were circled around a small group of children, friends of Ficky's who had become emboldened by Verena's friendship with the Goblin and approached him on the subject of gardening.
The little brown patch of dry soil they'd been given by city ordinance had thrived under their eager care and Ficky's patient guidance.
Word had spread that the kids had invited the Goblins to see the garden's progress: the lush spot of greenery that had even drawn horticultural experts' eyes on their travels through Jueno. A fairly large crowd had gathered, curious to see the entire group out and about...or because they had felt it was something they needed to do.
An informal memorial service, in a sense: a tribute to brave, noble Ficky...a friend to all without most of them having even realized it. The Goblin who had lost his life trying to petition the Yagudo for peace for the sake of the place he called home and his friends and family there.
The Goblins and children had both asked Verena to attend...and she stood behind them now, listening to the Goblins praising the children's efforts and offering their own advice: a young Tarutaru youth and one of the older Goblins pulling out weeds at the edge of the garden space.
Aldo stood next to her, putting a consoling hand on Verena's shoulder when her eyes began to water slightly. She smiled warmly at her brother for his thoughtfulness, her gaze drifting to the crowd.
They were talking softly amongst themselves, often reflecting on Ficky. The talk was always warm...pleasant memories and experiences. No one said anything negative about the Beastmen's presence in the city anymore.
...It would have made him happy to see this, Verena believed.
Somehow, in some way, she wanted to believe he could still.
She would have to be happy for both of them: it was what she had promised him after all.
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LEGAL DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these Final Fantasy titles or their characters. They are the rightful property of Square-Enix!
Title: Change
Summary: A look at Squall and Rinoa's relationship.
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Rinoa. Squall x Rinoa.
Word count: 370
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFVIII.
It's funny how things change.
When the two first met, their initial perceptions of each other were not very pleasant.
He saw her as a pampered little rich girl: someone with no experience who had brazenly entered into a situation that she had no real involvement in out of illogical feelings of guilt and anger. She acted in the moment, not thinking of what the outcome might be.
That bothered him. It annoyed him to no end.
She saw him as a dour, gloomy soul: someone who always looked at the world in an uncaring fashion. He was the type of person who would probably sit on a log if left to his own devices, allowing fungi to start growing on him without notice. He was lost too much in his depressing thoughts, in his gruff and icy façade. He was the type who never acted without being told what to do, without thinking of the outcome of what his actions or lack thereof might bring.
It bothered her. It annoyed her in a way that fascinated her at the same time.
So she talked to him ceaselessly, trying to bring him out of his shell.
That annoyed him even more, but his brushing off remarks drove her to push even further.
Eventually, somehow...something changed in their dynamic without either of them realizing it.
Her talk didn't seem as annoying--it was pleasurable even. He didn't respond sarcastically all the time. He even started answering her in complete sentences. Sometimes he'd actually start a conversation, asking something of her instead.
On occasion, she would sit in silence with him...the two lost in their own thoughts. He acted a bit more on his own after awhile, and she would stop for a few moments to consider her options.
The couple were sitting together now, him awkwardly holding her hand as she rested her head on his shoulder, contemplating-- both staring down at their fingers laced together on the bench. A small, private smile to match her larger one on his face as they were caught in their private moment...the world going by them steadily.
"They turned out to be good for one another." Those nearby would whisper, "Who could have guessed?"
Title: Gruff
Summary: Eiko contemplates Amarant while "trailing" him through a city. (In other words: my attempt at making it up to Amarant about that whole "Bad Fic OOC" thing I did about him! XD)
Characters/Pairings: Eiko, Amarant.
Word count: 294
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFIX.
Indifferent. Callous. Imposing. Gruff.
Eiko noticed these traits about the tall fighter instantly. His entire personality and all of his mannerisms screamed self-serving and solitary. Fearless as she often was about interacting with others and telling them her opinions, she tended to give him a wide berth on instinct more often than not.
But...he had chosen to help her, to save her life when they had first met. Having his "co-worker" hold a little kid hostage had affronted some sort of personal honor code he apparently abided by.
So, maybe, he wasn't so bad after all.
Lost in her thoughts as she was, the little girl from Madain Sari hadn't realized that she had been following Amarant as he separated from the group and headed down a side-alley on his own business. She paused slightly at the realization, wondering if he'd yell at her for snooping now that her head was out of the clouds.
But he didn't reprimand her for being nosey, as she had initially feared. Nor did he quicken his pace and try to lose her...or demand she leave him alone and head back (never mind that it was her first time here and she would have had no idea where to go).
Instead, he continued on at a steady pace-- thoroughly ignoring her. His gait was slow enough for her to just tag along about ten steps behind, his larger frame constantly in sight.
She could have sworn the red head perhaps muttered something along the lines of "Damn kids..." under his breath, but it was more in exasperation than anything remotely venomous.
Eiko smiled to herself somewhat in smug satisfaction.
Yes, he was gruff and intimidating to be sure...but maybe, maybe he wasn't really all that bad after all.
Title: Guardian
Summary: Kimahri's reflections on Yuna.
Characters/Pairings: Kimahri, Yuna.
Word count: 770
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFX and FFX-2.
Once, he had been an outcast of his tribe.
"Little Kimahri" he had been called in taunts, his small stature unfitting for a warrior of the Ronso. When his horn had been broken, his exile from his people was all but certain: a Ronso's horn was a symbol of their strength and their courage, their very spirit. He could not stand the jeers, the looks of disgust he had received on Mt. Gagazet.
He had left to travel Spira, to prove his strength and honor: to showcase how he was not a disgrace to his ancestors. He had intended to continue to travel until his energy had been spent and his very lifeblood spilled out of him onto the earth-- proof that he had been there. Proof that he had fought until he had no more to give, until his very last: a brash foolishness of youth, he now knew.
But he had met a dying man on his travels, had been tasked with an important quest by a man who had helped another willingly walk to his own death for the sake of the world-- a temporary peace. The Ronso respected and honored both the Summoners and their Guardians greatly for their courage and strength...he would not refuse such a request.
And so he had found the Summoner's daughter and had told her of her father's wish for her to grow up safely in a peaceful beachside village he had come to during his travels. The small girl had wept at his words, realizing what they meant for her.
...She, too, was now alone.
Not sure of what to do, Kimahri awkwardly held the small human in his arms as she cried...her tears dampening the blue fur covering his skin.
He brought her to the village, to Besaid, as he swore to her father's guardian that he would. The villagers there greeted her, the daughter of the Summoner responsible for the new Calm, warmly...as was their custom. Humans belonged with other humans-- the villagers regarded him with cautious hospitality, but they were eager for him to leave.
He stayed for a while despite that, knowing that the girl, though she smiled warmly at everyone she met, still wept for her father on the inside.
She tried to cover her sniffles at night with her blanket over her head. He would silently sit beside her, and she would grip the fur on his knee when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.
When he reluctantly decided it was time to leave, when he began to feel from the silent looks they gave him that the villagers had begun to think he overstayed his welcome...Yuna cried out openly.
The small child, much to the shock of village onlookers, threw herself at the intimidating Ronso and wrapped her tiny arms around his knees as if she meant to tackle him...it was an odd sight to be sure as he might be smaller than the majority of his people, but he still towered over humans.
...She had begged him not to leave.
Kimahri, already hesitating at the prospect and not wanting to separate from brave little Yuna's side, stayed then...regardless of the talk, though most in Besaid accepted it well enough at the time while keeping their distance.
He watched Yuna grow into a beautiful young woman, accepted her resolve to become a Summoner and silently stood by her in that endeavor...though her later decision to live instead comforted him greatly.
When the Ronso viewed him as one of their own again, when they died to protect Yuna...she had supported him as well.
He helped her to usher in the Eternal Calm, something his people had desired greatly.
Now...now he was no longer an outcast to his people, but a leader. His actions had given them a new viewpoint on strength, his later wisdom sound and proven. She was glad for him always, she said.
And she was free...still helping others, but finally able to be herself. He could not be happier for her, more proud.
They were separated now, but whenever they met face-to-face they would hug as if she was still the small child who looked to him for comfort without wanting to admit to it, and he was still the same person who would always give it without having to be asked.
It was a constant, a source of comfort and strength that had been embedded in both of them at a time when neither had anything...but they had ended up becoming a family to one another without it ever having been said.
Kimahri was grateful that at least that would never change.
Title: Garden
Summary: Verena thinks about her friend Fickblix.
Characters/Pairings: Verena, Ficky (Fickblix), Aldo.
Word count: 988
Rating/warnings: G. Spoilers for FFXI.
When she had first met him, she had only heard the whispered rumors of the Goblins living within the city walls.
Beastmen were always a subject of gossip and, despite the fact that the group of Goblins were civil and peaceably trying to earn a living in Jueno while staying out of way, that didn't halt the rumors and secret whisperings of how "something nefarious was underfoot" whenever one of them was seen walking past-- even when they greeted those they met politely.
She had heard the talk, but didn't take too much stock of it. Neither did her brother, Aldo. And since he was the head of the Tenshodo and had access to all sorts of information others normally didn't know, it was easier for her to dismiss the rumors as unfair gossip spread from fearful and ignorant people than most.
The Goblins existed in the background-- sometimes weaving their way into her field of vision as part of the numerous crowds lining the streets of the great city: strangers, but with familiar faces...as is often the case with people you see daily but have no interaction with.
...It was much, much later when that changed.
Verena had wanted to buy something for Aldo. It was nearing the anniversary of the day when he had officially become a part of her family-- and she had gone to one of the auction houses to see what was available.
The crowds around the auction house were horrendous. She had to force her way through the thick throng of people just enough so that she could skim the list of wares being offered, only to be slightly disappointed to realize the effort was in vain when nothing seemed to strike her as something that Aldo would particularly like.
Sighing in defeat, the way back home seemed equally as difficult...
The heavily armored body of a rather muscular adventurer going in the opposite direction of her impacted with her shoulder, causing the girl to lose her footing. Due to the noise on the street and the armor he was wearing, the adventurer continued on without even realizing what had happened.
The stones that made up the intricate, well-used walkways of Jueno came up fast, and Verena closed her eyes-- bracing for the jarring impact on her knees and palms.
Then, there was a sudden, gentle yank on the puffy shoulder of her dress...a pull upwards that softened the fall: her knees landing softly on the ground and her fingertips only brushing the walkway slightly as she blinked stupidly for a few moments trying to put together how she had just avoided getting scraped from a fall.
"Are you all right, Miss?"
The voice that spoke was oddly muffled and Verena glanced up to see a stout, smaller figure dressed in brown workman's clothes...the gloved hand gripping her shoulder still. A mask covered the entirety of his face: the large goggle-like lenses and bulbous nose of the mask, and the large green ears that fanned out on both sides of his skull, indicated that he was a Goblin.
"...Miss?" the muffled tone had a note of concern-- the shoulder grip tightening a fraction as he looked the Hume girl over for injuries.
Fickblix's kindness broke any preconceptions Verena may have had right there on the spot. It only took two more accidental run-ins before the two had become close friends...before Fickblix fondly became "Ficky" and Verena had become a welcome presence among the Goblins living in Jueno.
They were gathered at the garden now, all of them in a knot of small statured figures in varying brown and green tones: a strange sight when not near their workspace in the city.
...All of them but one, she corrected herself. She suppressed a sob, knowing she had cried enough already, and that was even after Ficky had asked her not to...though she didn't believe he would begrudge her it.
If she continued to cry anymore, he would be sad. That wasn't what she wanted.
The Goblins were circled around a small group of children, friends of Ficky's who had become emboldened by Verena's friendship with the Goblin and approached him on the subject of gardening.
The little brown patch of dry soil they'd been given by city ordinance had thrived under their eager care and Ficky's patient guidance.
Word had spread that the kids had invited the Goblins to see the garden's progress: the lush spot of greenery that had even drawn horticultural experts' eyes on their travels through Jueno. A fairly large crowd had gathered, curious to see the entire group out and about...or because they had felt it was something they needed to do.
An informal memorial service, in a sense: a tribute to brave, noble Ficky...a friend to all without most of them having even realized it. The Goblin who had lost his life trying to petition the Yagudo for peace for the sake of the place he called home and his friends and family there.
The Goblins and children had both asked Verena to attend...and she stood behind them now, listening to the Goblins praising the children's efforts and offering their own advice: a young Tarutaru youth and one of the older Goblins pulling out weeds at the edge of the garden space.
Aldo stood next to her, putting a consoling hand on Verena's shoulder when her eyes began to water slightly. She smiled warmly at her brother for his thoughtfulness, her gaze drifting to the crowd.
They were talking softly amongst themselves, often reflecting on Ficky. The talk was always warm...pleasant memories and experiences. No one said anything negative about the Beastmen's presence in the city anymore.
...It would have made him happy to see this, Verena believed.
Somehow, in some way, she wanted to believe he could still.
She would have to be happy for both of them: it was what she had promised him after all.
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s an awesome challenge to yourself (so I'm assuming that there will be more for the rest of the main installment games and some of the spin-offs? YOU = WRITING MACHINE). No wonder these took you a couple weeks, lolz! These were all written really well and I enjoyed seeing your thoughts on the characters you picked. I think my personal favorites were the FFIX and FFXI ones here, but the FFVIII and FFX ones were good too! Great job, sis! ♥
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...I think Kimahri and Verena are both showboaters or something though: none of the other fics are that long, lolz. XD Thank you, I'm glad you liked the stories this time around too! ♥ :)
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I laughed when I came up with that description of Squall, as it kind of seemed...apt for how he tended to view pretty much everything if he wasn't on a mission or something, lolz. XD
It would be hilariously awesome if they did have some kind of art for that! XDThank you very much, I'm glad you liked the stories! ♥
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I've never really been fond of Sqall, Rinoa, or Squall/Rinoa but I really liked this piece. They're both in character and your descriptions of their opinions on each other seem like they'd be accurate XD
And the focus and Arumant and Eiko... Awesome! Your character choices are so unique :D
But the X one.. Kimahri needs so much more love and the protrayal of his relationship with Yuna is so awesome!
Now I'm inspired to actualyy do some of the writing challenges I'm always talking about but never actually do... I'm really looking foreward to anything you end up doing on XII ♥
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Hehe, I'm glad you liked the Squall/Rinoa piece. That was probably the one I was the most nervous writing because I know thoughts on their characters and that pairing are pretty mixed...but I'm glad that I was able to convey what their thoughts on what one another might have been like as the game progressed pretty accurately (I had too much fun writing some of those descriptions, lolz). XD
For some reason, Amarant and Eiko were the first two characters to come to mind for the FFIX fic this time around! :D I had fun writing that one, it ended up being rather cute in a way! ♥
I've always adored Kimahri and his relationship with Yuna in the FFX games (poor guy...he really does need more love in the fandom, I agree--he's awesome! ♥). I'm glad that you enjoyed that story too. Thank you so much for your comment! ♥
Hehe, my XII fic for this "challenge for myself" idea is coming up next post here...I hope you like it when I am able to post it! ♥
Ah, yay...I'm glad you got inspired to do some of the writing challenges then! Your stories will be amazing, I bet--you're an awesome writer! ♥ :D *waves support banner*
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