FFVI - Terra and Celes
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lirillithTitle: Childhood
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Terra, Celes
Length: 393 words
Summary: Celes, Terra, and shared history.
Warnings: None
Notes: A follow-up to Season of Grace. Written for a![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
15_minute_ficlets prompt.
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It's not that Celes doesn't speak at all. But she doesn't reveal much.
So when she lets something slip - a mention of childhood, a reminiscence about Leo, about Vector - Terra has to keep herself from pouncing. Instead, she stores everything away. Eventually she buys a notebook and starts writing things down. Leo wouldn't let his Magitek units fire on troops, just buildings. I never learned to play an instrument. We weren't supposed to go into the city proper, but sometimes we'd sneak out.
The last one nags at her. Days later, she has to ask. "Who was 'we'?"
"What?" They'd been maneuvering around each other in the galley; Celes was making tea, Terra was looking for a glass or cup.
"A few days ago, you said 'we used to sneak out into Vector' or something like that. Who was your friend?"
"I'd... forgotten I said that."
"I just... kept wondering so I had to ask. When was it?"
"It was years ago. I was talking about you, Terra."
"You were? I used to sneak out and see Vector? I was normal?"
"I don't think I was exactly a normal little girl. So I couldn't say."
"Oh."
"You knew we were friends, Terra." She had known, and she'd been hoping she was the other, or one of the others, in Celes's memory, but she didn't like to hold out hope. Celes had promised to tell her more after they defeated Kefka, and she was trying with all her heart to hold onto the optimism of that agreement. It was why she tried not to ask the questions that burned in her mouth.
"I know. But I didn't know what that meant - if you were visiting me in the lab, or... in a cell or something."
Celes shakes her head. "We used to race each other around the palace gardens."
She wants to ask more, but she doesn't want Celes to remind her of the promise again. She doesn't want to wonder if she'll ever know, if they'll ever kill Kefka, or if either of them will live through it. She just takes the few words, the images of sneaking out into a bustling city, of two little girls running in a walled garden, and holds onto it. It's only one memory, not even hers, but it's more than she had before.
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Characters: Terra, Celes
Length: 393 words
Summary: Celes, Terra, and shared history.
Warnings: None
Notes: A follow-up to Season of Grace. Written for a
15_minute_ficlets prompt.****
It's not that Celes doesn't speak at all. But she doesn't reveal much.
So when she lets something slip - a mention of childhood, a reminiscence about Leo, about Vector - Terra has to keep herself from pouncing. Instead, she stores everything away. Eventually she buys a notebook and starts writing things down. Leo wouldn't let his Magitek units fire on troops, just buildings. I never learned to play an instrument. We weren't supposed to go into the city proper, but sometimes we'd sneak out.
The last one nags at her. Days later, she has to ask. "Who was 'we'?"
"What?" They'd been maneuvering around each other in the galley; Celes was making tea, Terra was looking for a glass or cup.
"A few days ago, you said 'we used to sneak out into Vector' or something like that. Who was your friend?"
"I'd... forgotten I said that."
"I just... kept wondering so I had to ask. When was it?"
"It was years ago. I was talking about you, Terra."
"You were? I used to sneak out and see Vector? I was normal?"
"I don't think I was exactly a normal little girl. So I couldn't say."
"Oh."
"You knew we were friends, Terra." She had known, and she'd been hoping she was the other, or one of the others, in Celes's memory, but she didn't like to hold out hope. Celes had promised to tell her more after they defeated Kefka, and she was trying with all her heart to hold onto the optimism of that agreement. It was why she tried not to ask the questions that burned in her mouth.
"I know. But I didn't know what that meant - if you were visiting me in the lab, or... in a cell or something."
Celes shakes her head. "We used to race each other around the palace gardens."
She wants to ask more, but she doesn't want Celes to remind her of the promise again. She doesn't want to wonder if she'll ever know, if they'll ever kill Kefka, or if either of them will live through it. She just takes the few words, the images of sneaking out into a bustling city, of two little girls running in a walled garden, and holds onto it. It's only one memory, not even hers, but it's more than she had before.
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