... kinda. I mean, it counts, right? It totally counts! Please say it counts. D:
Ahem.
Espial
It was difficult for him to tell when he was dreaming. That the planet was saved, and his freedom to make his own decisions – his exile, his destiny, choosing life over death – seemed too glorious, too much of a far off fantasy. The heavy, weighed down feeling that haunted him, kept him from moving, lest the forces that controlled him allowed, was always more familiar...
This, his mind told him, is real.
The only place to hide was deep in memory, or fantasy, where Baron was still a sanctuary. Where Cecil let him win once, in front of the Red Wings, and he returned the favor before the Dragoons, because that’s what friends were for; where Rosa danced for the joy of being alive, and enchanted those who dared to watch.
Before, he could never get close enough before Golbez shattered the sanctity of his dreams. Some nights, he thought that, if only he could reach her, the nightmare would end. It was the closest he ever got, catching one of her veils.
Contrary to his expectations, the reverie wasn’t interrupted... only the dance. Rosa stared at him, flustered, smiling despite his shock at having made it this far. He couldn’t speak, much as he tried; instead, he did the only thing he could imagine. He held her close, and brushed his lips against hers. It was all he wanted, gentle, apologetic, hoping, coming clean. What he didn’t expect was for her rightful surprise to melt into desire; she returned his kiss, his embrace with a fervor that may well have surpassed his own.
It would have been divine...
...except it wasn’t Rosa.
Kain woke up.
The cave... his cave was cast in faded light and shadow, and he studied the familiar patterns in the walls. Foolishly, he had let the fire die down, which didn’t explain....
“You know, I always wondered what you were moaning about.”
Still only half awake, he jerked his head in the direction of her voice, and found her, face lit up by sparks of blue and green-white magefire, crouched uninvited on one of the larger rocks littering the entrance to his lair. Rydia lolled her head to one side and licked her lips, smirking much the way she had in his dream. “I should have guessed.”
FFIV: Kain/Rydia
Ahem.
Espial
It was difficult for him to tell when he was dreaming. That the planet was saved, and his freedom to make his own decisions – his exile, his destiny, choosing life over death – seemed too glorious, too much of a far off fantasy. The heavy, weighed down feeling that haunted him, kept him from moving, lest the forces that controlled him allowed, was always more familiar...
This, his mind told him, is real.
The only place to hide was deep in memory, or fantasy, where Baron was still a sanctuary. Where Cecil let him win once, in front of the Red Wings, and he returned the favor before the Dragoons, because that’s what friends were for; where Rosa danced for the joy of being alive, and enchanted those who dared to watch.
Before, he could never get close enough before Golbez shattered the sanctity of his dreams. Some nights, he thought that, if only he could reach her, the nightmare would end. It was the closest he ever got, catching one of her veils.
Contrary to his expectations, the reverie wasn’t interrupted... only the dance. Rosa stared at him, flustered, smiling despite his shock at having made it this far. He couldn’t speak, much as he tried; instead, he did the only thing he could imagine. He held her close, and brushed his lips against hers. It was all he wanted, gentle, apologetic, hoping, coming clean. What he didn’t expect was for her rightful surprise to melt into desire; she returned his kiss, his embrace with a fervor that may well have surpassed his own.
It would have been divine...
...except it wasn’t Rosa.
Kain woke up.
The cave... his cave was cast in faded light and shadow, and he studied the familiar patterns in the walls. Foolishly, he had let the fire die down, which didn’t explain....
“You know, I always wondered what you were moaning about.”
Still only half awake, he jerked his head in the direction of her voice, and found her, face lit up by sparks of blue and green-white magefire, crouched uninvited on one of the larger rocks littering the entrance to his lair. Rydia lolled her head to one side and licked her lips, smirking much the way she had in his dream. “I should have guessed.”