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FFVI: Symbol
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Something to remind Celes of what's right. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
esper_cave.
"Your slave crown. Did you keep it?"
Terra looks up to see Celes standing there, maybe concerned, maybe just thoughtful. It's hard to tell with Celes -- sometimes Terra is sure that just as certain as she never smiled with the slave crown on that Celes never learnt how to smile. A tool of the Empire doesn't need to smile. She does smile, sometimes, now. That's due to Locke -- who taught Terra to smile, too.
They both owe him a lot.
She budges up a little to let Celes sit next to her, not saying anything. It's easy to find the slave crown, her fingers curling around the cold, cruel metal. She pulls it out -- still without a word -- and offers it to Celes. "Have it."
"I hated the idea of someone wearing it," Celes says, softly, her eyes on it. She reaches out, brushes her fingers over it, brushes her fingers over Terra's and smiles slightly. "I hated it, but I never did anything. I -- "
"It's okay," Terra says, quietly, though it isn't. Can't be. She pushes it into Celes' hands, symbol of the Empire they both hate, now. A keepsake, maybe. Maybe just something to help Celes hold to fighting against it. A reminder of morals.
Or something.
Celes frowns. "Terra -- "
"Later."
She gets up and brushes herself off. Celes' thoughts and feelings can wait until later -- Celes let hers wait for almost forever, after all, under the control of that slave crown. It's not vengeance, though. Just a moment to pause and think for both of them.
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Something to remind Celes of what's right. For
esper_cave."Your slave crown. Did you keep it?"
Terra looks up to see Celes standing there, maybe concerned, maybe just thoughtful. It's hard to tell with Celes -- sometimes Terra is sure that just as certain as she never smiled with the slave crown on that Celes never learnt how to smile. A tool of the Empire doesn't need to smile. She does smile, sometimes, now. That's due to Locke -- who taught Terra to smile, too.
They both owe him a lot.
She budges up a little to let Celes sit next to her, not saying anything. It's easy to find the slave crown, her fingers curling around the cold, cruel metal. She pulls it out -- still without a word -- and offers it to Celes. "Have it."
"I hated the idea of someone wearing it," Celes says, softly, her eyes on it. She reaches out, brushes her fingers over it, brushes her fingers over Terra's and smiles slightly. "I hated it, but I never did anything. I -- "
"It's okay," Terra says, quietly, though it isn't. Can't be. She pushes it into Celes' hands, symbol of the Empire they both hate, now. A keepsake, maybe. Maybe just something to help Celes hold to fighting against it. A reminder of morals.
Or something.
Celes frowns. "Terra -- "
"Later."
She gets up and brushes herself off. Celes' thoughts and feelings can wait until later -- Celes let hers wait for almost forever, after all, under the control of that slave crown. It's not vengeance, though. Just a moment to pause and think for both of them.
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