I JUST FILLED MY OWN REQUEST APPARENTLY, LIKE A BIG LAME-O. Self-indulgence wheeeeeee.
For Sabin and Cyan, everything that happened was an accident. Sabin accidentally fell off the raft, accidentally ended up in Doma, and the first time they kissed, that was an accident too.
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Sabin tripped on the door frame and he and Cyan both had to take several stumbling steps in order to save themselves from falling. Recovering from several bashings of his elbows against the wall, Cyan found himself trapped tightly between the cold stone wall behind him and Sabin's warm body in front of him, both men shaking with laughter. Sabin leaned heavily against Cyan, his head nestling where Cyan’s neck and shoulder met. It had been a long time since either of them had come into any contact with alcohol, and while Cyan had learned his limits long ago, Sabin, much younger and having lived in seclusion for many years, had not. It hadn’t helped anything having Edgar there to tease his brother into accepting the next refill. And the next. And the next after that. By now he was giddy and red in the face, though not so far gone as to be ill. And so, one only tipsy and the other definitively drunk, they had no choice but to depend on the wall for support.
“I think that… thou art… crushing me,” Cyan said, his breath short from laughing, halfheartedly pushing against Sabin’s chest.
“I love it when you say ‘Thou,’” he said, lifting up his head to face Cyan. “Thou…” he said again, overemphasizing the “oh” sound and dragging it out. He moved closer and closer to Cyan as the syllable gradually faded, and when it had faded to silence he was pressing his lips against Cyan's. Cyan tensed, his hands tightening to grip the front of Sabin’s shirt. Sabin pulled back after a brief moment of contact, but their faces remained only inches apart and time seemed to freeze completely. Sabin's arms were on either side of Cyan's shoulders, elbows bent. Neither man moved and their wine-tinged breath mingled between them.
One of Cyan’s hands moved slowly up to the base of Sabin’s neck, thumb resting on the corner of his jaw, while the other relaxed and pressed flat against Sabin’s chest. But it was absurd. Cyan was tipsy, Sabin was quite drunk and so much younger. It was preposterous. If this ended now, it could be forgotten as a testament to the follies of celebratory drinking. Every possible reason to stop ran through Cyan’s mind, and he hesitated, but couldn’t bring himself to move away. He hadn’t thought he could feel anything like this again, not after the unspeakable events of two years ago; the destruction of his world, followed by the destruction of everyone else’s worlds as well. There had been so much sorrow and he had spent so long in despair, so to feel this joy and the thrill of simply connecting with another person again… It meant more to Cyan than words could possibly express.
He closed the distance between them, and even though it was most definitely preposterous, it was also somehow simply right.
FFVI: Sabin/Cyan - Accidents
Self-indulgence wheeeeeee.
For Sabin and Cyan, everything that happened was an accident. Sabin accidentally fell off the raft, accidentally ended up in Doma, and the first time they kissed, that was an accident too.
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Sabin tripped on the door frame and he and Cyan both had to take several stumbling steps in order to save themselves from falling. Recovering from several bashings of his elbows against the wall, Cyan found himself trapped tightly between the cold stone wall behind him and Sabin's warm body in front of him, both men shaking with laughter. Sabin leaned heavily against Cyan, his head nestling where Cyan’s neck and shoulder met. It had been a long time since either of them had come into any contact with alcohol, and while Cyan had learned his limits long ago, Sabin, much younger and having lived in seclusion for many years, had not. It hadn’t helped anything having Edgar there to tease his brother into accepting the next refill. And the next. And the next after that. By now he was giddy and red in the face, though not so far gone as to be ill. And so, one only tipsy and the other definitively drunk, they had no choice but to depend on the wall for support.
“I think that… thou art… crushing me,” Cyan said, his breath short from laughing, halfheartedly pushing against Sabin’s chest.
“I love it when you say ‘Thou,’” he said, lifting up his head to face Cyan. “Thou…” he said again, overemphasizing the “oh” sound and dragging it out. He moved closer and closer to Cyan as the syllable gradually faded, and when it had faded to silence he was pressing his lips against Cyan's. Cyan tensed, his hands tightening to grip the front of Sabin’s shirt. Sabin pulled back after a brief moment of contact, but their faces remained only inches apart and time seemed to freeze completely. Sabin's arms were on either side of Cyan's shoulders, elbows bent. Neither man moved and their wine-tinged breath mingled between them.
One of Cyan’s hands moved slowly up to the base of Sabin’s neck, thumb resting on the corner of his jaw, while the other relaxed and pressed flat against Sabin’s chest. But it was absurd. Cyan was tipsy, Sabin was quite drunk and so much younger. It was preposterous. If this ended now, it could be forgotten as a testament to the follies of celebratory drinking. Every possible reason to stop ran through Cyan’s mind, and he hesitated, but couldn’t bring himself to move away. He hadn’t thought he could feel anything like this again, not after the unspeakable events of two years ago; the destruction of his world, followed by the destruction of everyone else’s worlds as well. There had been so much sorrow and he had spent so long in despair, so to feel this joy and the thrill of simply connecting with another person again… It meant more to Cyan than words could possibly express.
He closed the distance between them, and even though it was most definitely preposterous, it was also somehow simply right.