Entry tags:
FFVI - Setzer/Terra
Title: Wings
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Setzer/Terra
Word count: 100! True drabble!
Summary: Testing her wings.
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wallwalker 's.)
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Some nights, Terra comes on deck to test her Esper form. She apologizes, as if she considers the sky his property, transforms, and takes flight, an erratic comet dazzling his eyes. It takes him several nights to convince her she’s welcome, but her flights grow more frequent, and finally he challenges her to a race to test her wings.
“I don’t have wings.”
He draws near enough to touch her, to trace the lines of her shoulderblades. Not quite an embrace. “Right here,” he says. “Of course you have wings. So do I.”
She wins, just like Daryl always did.
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And special bonus fic: The first draft, before I decided that (a) the ending didn't quite work and (b) I should just try a drabble.
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At nights, he has the sky to himself, or at least it feels that way. But there are the nights when Terra comes on deck, apologetic about wanting to test her Esper form. She'll transform - he keeps his back discreetly turned, as she seems to prefer - and then fly off, swooping and diving, an erratic comet dazzling his eyes. It takes him several of her night fights to convince her that this form doesn't trouble him; when she's finally convinced, she starts coming out to fly every night, and finally he challenges her to a race.
"Have you ever raced anyone else?" she asks, a bit out of breath, after it's over (she won, but barely.) "Are there other airships?"
"Outside of Vector's air force, there was one other airship," he says, with a pang. "Daryl always beat me, too."
"Daryl?"
Terra is the first of their company he tells about Daryl, in bits and pieces, after their races, but he never tells her the end of that story. Each night she's a bit faster, more confident, and they cover longer distances. When the world is destroyed and she slips from his hands on the splintering deck of the Blackjack, he tries to comfort himself through the long, empty months of his recovery by telling himself that she could fly to safety, dodge the wreckage, fight the winds, even though he doesn't really believe it.
The first night after she joins them on the Falcon, she comes on deck again. He tells her about the ship, which of course is really telling her more about Daryl, and this time he tells her ending. "She would have wanted you to take it, I think," Terra says, finally. "At least someone's flying it."
He nods. "It was built for speed, after all."
"Really." He can almost see the mischievous grin on her face just by hearing her tone of voice. The tone reminds him of Daryl, but he knows what the smile looks like on Terra.
"Really." He's grinning too. "So maybe it's time I broke your undefeated record."
"We'll see about that."
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Setzer/Terra
Word count: 100! True drabble!
Summary: Testing her wings.
Notes: I'm just sort of going nuts on
fic_promptly rather than packing for a trip. Expect spam. (The prompt was wallwalker 's.)****
Some nights, Terra comes on deck to test her Esper form. She apologizes, as if she considers the sky his property, transforms, and takes flight, an erratic comet dazzling his eyes. It takes him several nights to convince her she’s welcome, but her flights grow more frequent, and finally he challenges her to a race to test her wings.
“I don’t have wings.”
He draws near enough to touch her, to trace the lines of her shoulderblades. Not quite an embrace. “Right here,” he says. “Of course you have wings. So do I.”
She wins, just like Daryl always did.
****
And special bonus fic: The first draft, before I decided that (a) the ending didn't quite work and (b) I should just try a drabble.
****
At nights, he has the sky to himself, or at least it feels that way. But there are the nights when Terra comes on deck, apologetic about wanting to test her Esper form. She'll transform - he keeps his back discreetly turned, as she seems to prefer - and then fly off, swooping and diving, an erratic comet dazzling his eyes. It takes him several of her night fights to convince her that this form doesn't trouble him; when she's finally convinced, she starts coming out to fly every night, and finally he challenges her to a race.
"Have you ever raced anyone else?" she asks, a bit out of breath, after it's over (she won, but barely.) "Are there other airships?"
"Outside of Vector's air force, there was one other airship," he says, with a pang. "Daryl always beat me, too."
"Daryl?"
Terra is the first of their company he tells about Daryl, in bits and pieces, after their races, but he never tells her the end of that story. Each night she's a bit faster, more confident, and they cover longer distances. When the world is destroyed and she slips from his hands on the splintering deck of the Blackjack, he tries to comfort himself through the long, empty months of his recovery by telling himself that she could fly to safety, dodge the wreckage, fight the winds, even though he doesn't really believe it.
The first night after she joins them on the Falcon, she comes on deck again. He tells her about the ship, which of course is really telling her more about Daryl, and this time he tells her ending. "She would have wanted you to take it, I think," Terra says, finally. "At least someone's flying it."
He nods. "It was built for speed, after all."
"Really." He can almost see the mischievous grin on her face just by hearing her tone of voice. The tone reminds him of Daryl, but he knows what the smile looks like on Terra.
"Really." He's grinning too. "So maybe it's time I broke your undefeated record."
"We'll see about that."
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