Edgar and Terra, like there was any doubt :P
Terra had just finished sneaking her favourite chocobo in the stables a secret handful of little fruit pieces when strong arms caught her around her wait and spun her around. She shrieked, more in surprise than anything else, and was still laughing when Edgar finally saw fit to release her.
"You spoil her," he chided, making no efforts to hide his own treat for the gentle bird. She trilled happily and nipped it up from his hand, a beautiful buttery white-gold image of delight as she are up their attention.
Terra laughed and shoved his shoulder. “I think you’re just a bad example. I learned it from you.”
Edgar leaned in close and rubbed their noses together. “That’s a lie and you know it. I have a very distinct memory of the Chancellor telling me all about our quiet fugitive lingering out here after you and Locke first arrived back during the war.”
Terra flushed, pushing him again to hide her flustered grin. “Why on earth would you remember something like that?”
He shrugged. “I remember all sorts of things.”
"Oh? Like what?"
Edgar grinned and tapped his lips thoughtfully, too dramatic to be anything but for show, but Terra held herself back from forcing him to give up his secret. “Hmm…” His smile turned devilish. “I remember that a certain someone wanted to try some of the sweet delicacies from Jidoor – oh! And of all the coincidences, it would appear that some have mysteriously arrived at the castle this afternoon!”
She tossed propriety aside, grabbing his hand and giving her darling Serin one last kiss to her beak before tugging Edgar behind her out the door. The moment she was free of the stable, Terra started running, pulling Edgar along with her, and she didn’t stop until they were stomping up the front stairs to the castle, wind blown and sandy and both laughing so hard their sides hurt.
you know exactly who I want to see sappy fic about. ♥
WHOOOOO? IT IS A MYSTERYYYY
Celes dropped her head back against the pillow in a huff, staring up at the ceiling in frustration through the darkness of the room as though it were at fault for her sleeplessness.
No, it was not.
No, the blame lay with the figure asleep beside her (and herself and their own lack of planning – but right now she was putting all of it on him because he was asleep and couldn’t argue) who had gotten her in this situation in the first place.
At least she’d stopped getting ill all the time. Now was just fatigue and an inability to get comfortable and just rest that plagued her. This was absolutely horrid and any person who chose this willingly was–
Well, they were something. she didn’t know what right now, but… whatever it was, it wasn’t her.
Locke rolled over in his sleep and his hand cradled her swelling abdomen instinctively, palm warm against her bare skin. His face was inches from her own and he looked absurdly happy in his sleep, the same sort of sappy, loving smiles he showered her with in their waking hours spread across his lips. She smirked and contemplated poking him awake to suffer with her, but movement within her drew her attention away from her plot and woke him from his dosing before she could anyway.
"Cel?" he mumbled sleepily, confusion lacing his tone. "Are you– did she?"
She laughed in shock and wove her fingers together with his when she felt a second one, marveling at the strange new sensation. “I– I think she–?”
He blinked a few more times and grinned, eyes lighting up in the early morning shadows and glittering over at her in the darkness as his excitement grew. “We… we did this,” he said in awe, laughing with her and peppering her face in kisses.
She nodded and returned some of his affection, silently hoping she might feel at least one more flutter tonight. She still didn’t quite know what she was doing – thank goodness Locke was a mid wife’s son and had some idea or they would be well and truly lost – but ever so slowly, the uncertainty was giving way to wonder and an admittedly mildly-terrified excitement.
She may not be getting to sleep anytime soon, but all in all, that wasn’t so bad a notion anymore tonight.
- Female main character not controlled by one or two traits
- Multitude of side characters that all have fleshed out back-stories
- Deals with issues of loss in a realistic manner
- Sadistic antagonist that symbolizes depression and apathy for life
- Deals with issues of depression without it being romanticized
- Avoids cliches at almost every turn
- Female main character is not forced into love
- Female side character that deals with love in a realistic way
- Steampunk fantasy setting
- No love triangle
- NO LOVE TRIANGLE
- Has an overall theme of finding hope in times of despair
- Nearly perfect pacing of events
- One of the best soundtracks I’ve ever heard
- Portrays suicide in a completely realistic manner
- Do I have to say anymore?
- Really Do I?
- Also there’s no love triangle
In all seriousness though I do believe this is the greatest story in any form of media ever written. If you have not watched, played, or read this story I highly suggest you do.