FFVI - Terra and Kefka
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lirillithTitle: Fear
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Terra, Kefka
Length: 318 words
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He's always scared her. From the first time she ever saw him, she thinks, but it wasn't really the first time - standing in the desert, featureless now that the castle had descended, he stood out among the drab magitek armor and the brown uniforms. Even though they were getting away and they'd just beaten the pursuing soldiers, he started laughing. He didn't send anyone else after them, he just laughed. The sound carried over the sand, and she felt cold, and sick, and convinced he'd catch them anyway somehow.
Is that a bad man?, she'd asked, as if she didn't know. As if she hadn't known before she even saw him.
She'd seen him before that night. She remembered, almost, a little; laughter and flames and a room all in metal. The pit of her stomach clenched up if she thought about those things, but sometimes she couldn't stop herself, and people kept talking about it, even though they said it wasn't her fault.
He laughed at them at the battle in Narshe, too. When his ring glowed Edgar ran at her with his spear. She backed away from both of them, the tip of her sword wobbling because her hands weren't steady, and she hated that he could see she was afraid of him.
Now there are towers; two of them, but she knows which one's his. It's the one that looks almost as large though it must be further away, the one they can only see on clear days - there are plenty of those, since it hasn't rained in months - the one the light comes from, some days. She always knows it's there, it seems she can see it even when she turns her back to it. She's scared, all the time, so much she barely notices anymore. She can't notice, because if she's scared, the kids are terrified, and they need her.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Terra, Kefka
Length: 318 words
****
He's always scared her. From the first time she ever saw him, she thinks, but it wasn't really the first time - standing in the desert, featureless now that the castle had descended, he stood out among the drab magitek armor and the brown uniforms. Even though they were getting away and they'd just beaten the pursuing soldiers, he started laughing. He didn't send anyone else after them, he just laughed. The sound carried over the sand, and she felt cold, and sick, and convinced he'd catch them anyway somehow.
Is that a bad man?, she'd asked, as if she didn't know. As if she hadn't known before she even saw him.
She'd seen him before that night. She remembered, almost, a little; laughter and flames and a room all in metal. The pit of her stomach clenched up if she thought about those things, but sometimes she couldn't stop herself, and people kept talking about it, even though they said it wasn't her fault.
He laughed at them at the battle in Narshe, too. When his ring glowed Edgar ran at her with his spear. She backed away from both of them, the tip of her sword wobbling because her hands weren't steady, and she hated that he could see she was afraid of him.
Now there are towers; two of them, but she knows which one's his. It's the one that looks almost as large though it must be further away, the one they can only see on clear days - there are plenty of those, since it hasn't rained in months - the one the light comes from, some days. She always knows it's there, it seems she can see it even when she turns her back to it. She's scared, all the time, so much she barely notices anymore. She can't notice, because if she's scared, the kids are terrified, and they need her.
