FFVI - Celes, Sabin, Terra
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lirillithTitle: Dinner Guests
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Celes, Sabin, Terra
Length: 251 words
It seems like this overlaps with a fic I've already written, but so be it.
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"Wow, this is like a feast!" one of the children said - Celes couldn't tell them apart, though Terra had introduced them all individually.
It was nothing like a feast. Bread, a meat stew of some kind, potatoes fried with onions, a teapot wrapped in a lumpy cozy. Once again she wondered if it was really right for them to stay - if this was a feast, Terra's adopted family needed every mouthful of food they possessed - but Terra had been so insistent. Their own rations were running low, and Sabin had been ready to accept the invitation well before Celes caved.
"It looks wonderful, Terra," she said. "Thank you for having us."
"So, we get to dig in?" Sabin asked. "Fighting off demons is hard work."
"Terra, would you like to hit him or should I? You're the one with the wooden spoon."
The last few stragglers slipped through the door and shoved onto the benches on either side of the long table. Terra and Duane had given up their chairs to the guests; Katarin still had one of her own. Apparently, not having to elbow your neighbor was a luxury reserved for near-adults.
Eleven, all told, counting Terra, crammed into a basement and cave, making soup from dried meat they'd scavenged and what birds they could bring down, hiding from monsters. And not eating enough, apparently. But they all seemed happy, if noisy, and as the meal wore on Celes could begin to see why Terra wouldn't leave.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Celes, Sabin, Terra
Length: 251 words
It seems like this overlaps with a fic I've already written, but so be it.
****
"Wow, this is like a feast!" one of the children said - Celes couldn't tell them apart, though Terra had introduced them all individually.
It was nothing like a feast. Bread, a meat stew of some kind, potatoes fried with onions, a teapot wrapped in a lumpy cozy. Once again she wondered if it was really right for them to stay - if this was a feast, Terra's adopted family needed every mouthful of food they possessed - but Terra had been so insistent. Their own rations were running low, and Sabin had been ready to accept the invitation well before Celes caved.
"It looks wonderful, Terra," she said. "Thank you for having us."
"So, we get to dig in?" Sabin asked. "Fighting off demons is hard work."
"Terra, would you like to hit him or should I? You're the one with the wooden spoon."
The last few stragglers slipped through the door and shoved onto the benches on either side of the long table. Terra and Duane had given up their chairs to the guests; Katarin still had one of her own. Apparently, not having to elbow your neighbor was a luxury reserved for near-adults.
Eleven, all told, counting Terra, crammed into a basement and cave, making soup from dried meat they'd scavenged and what birds they could bring down, hiding from monsters. And not eating enough, apparently. But they all seemed happy, if noisy, and as the meal wore on Celes could begin to see why Terra wouldn't leave.
