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FFXVI, Three Sentence Ficlets
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threesentenceficathon when I have time! Three below. These are fun.
threesentenceficathon when I have time! Three below. These are fun.-
"family secrets"
Dion thinks he has no more tears left in him but his body surprises him.
The Duke can't do him the service of looking him in the eyes, wringing his hands in his lap uncomfortably, his own implicitness suddenly evident even to himself; Dion does not know what kinsman he thought he served and labored for — he does not know much of anything, apparently.
"Father lied then," Dion says simply, "and you allowed him his descent and subsequently my own," and closes his eyes, leaning his weight back in the chair, and feels terribly small in the shoes he must find the courage to fill.
"family secrets"
Dion thinks he has no more tears left in him but his body surprises him.
The Duke can't do him the service of looking him in the eyes, wringing his hands in his lap uncomfortably, his own implicitness suddenly evident even to himself; Dion does not know what kinsman he thought he served and labored for — he does not know much of anything, apparently.
"Father lied then," Dion says simply, "and you allowed him his descent and subsequently my own," and closes his eyes, leaning his weight back in the chair, and feels terribly small in the shoes he must find the courage to fill.
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"i never promised you a rose garden"
Ran’dellah is wretched and vast with no living people and none that Terence can think worthy of the dragoon’s unrelenting march. It makes him nervous how Dion won’t quite meet his eyes, or share his thoughts, or allow Terence close to examine the extent of his wounds — it hurts him in increments as he realizes too late what distancing Dion tries to prepare him for.
Terence has always known that Dion would wear his coat of armor until the mythril rotted off his body, but he’d always imagined that they would share that journey to the grave — but perhaps it had been foolish to think that he could stop Dion, and that his prince in all his damning kindness would ever allow Terence the misery of witnessing his gentle light flickering out.
"i never promised you a rose garden"
Ran’dellah is wretched and vast with no living people and none that Terence can think worthy of the dragoon’s unrelenting march. It makes him nervous how Dion won’t quite meet his eyes, or share his thoughts, or allow Terence close to examine the extent of his wounds — it hurts him in increments as he realizes too late what distancing Dion tries to prepare him for.
Terence has always known that Dion would wear his coat of armor until the mythril rotted off his body, but he’d always imagined that they would share that journey to the grave — but perhaps it had been foolish to think that he could stop Dion, and that his prince in all his damning kindness would ever allow Terence the misery of witnessing his gentle light flickering out.
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"it sucks to be the chosen one"
Joshua wishes that he could let Clive have the Phoenix entirely. It’s not fair that Joshua must be suspended above him like this, and even less so that Clive should have to work twice as hard to prove himself worthy as his Shield.
There’s no changing what has already been decided for him by birth, but Joshua knows that his brother will always be the person that he will choose to raise up higher before himself.
"it sucks to be the chosen one"
Joshua wishes that he could let Clive have the Phoenix entirely. It’s not fair that Joshua must be suspended above him like this, and even less so that Clive should have to work twice as hard to prove himself worthy as his Shield.
There’s no changing what has already been decided for him by birth, but Joshua knows that his brother will always be the person that he will choose to raise up higher before himself.