FFVI - Ifrit
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Character: Ifrit
Length: 156 words
Notes: Yep,![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly , for suzume
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To humans, the world Ifrit knows inside his magicite would look like a literal hell, but he relishes the flames leaping around him. Condensed to his essence, freed from the years of torment in the devil's lab, he tends the fires like a garden. The mortals he and Shiva had agreed to help barely stir the surface of his consciousness; sometimes they call on him, and he manifests, almost physically, but he doesn't miss the physical world. He's dimly aware of events in it: of Maduin's daughter, his niece, of the distress of the sealed Goddesses, of Kefka drawing so much of the outer world's magic to himself. But none of it really reaches him. His flames are all around him, and that is all he requires.
Until the mortals kill Kefka, and the magic begins to seep away. His magicite begins to crack. Wherever they're going, he wonders, will his flames have something to burn?
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Character: Ifrit
Length: 156 words
Notes: Yep,
fic_promptly , for suzume ****
To humans, the world Ifrit knows inside his magicite would look like a literal hell, but he relishes the flames leaping around him. Condensed to his essence, freed from the years of torment in the devil's lab, he tends the fires like a garden. The mortals he and Shiva had agreed to help barely stir the surface of his consciousness; sometimes they call on him, and he manifests, almost physically, but he doesn't miss the physical world. He's dimly aware of events in it: of Maduin's daughter, his niece, of the distress of the sealed Goddesses, of Kefka drawing so much of the outer world's magic to himself. But none of it really reaches him. His flames are all around him, and that is all he requires.
Until the mortals kill Kefka, and the magic begins to seep away. His magicite begins to crack. Wherever they're going, he wonders, will his flames have something to burn?
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