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FFVI: Power
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Sabin watches a sandstorm. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
esper_cave.
"Surely you're not scared of sandstorms?"
Edgar is sitting up in his bed. He was still asleep when Sabin sat down on the end of it, looking out of the chink between the curtains covering the window at the swirling sand picked up by the wind. Sabin shakes his head, not looking away from it. "No, but... I wanted to watch. There's a better view from here."
"Aren't you cold?"
It is cold in the castle, sometimes. Especially when it's not warm outside. A chill creeps through, from the dungeons up. Sabin nods slightly, after a moment, letting himself be aware again of the cold, of the softness of Edgar's bed and the presence of his brother. "A little, I suppose."
"Come here, then."
Some day, Edgar will be a good king. He makes people want to obey him even when they're caught up in something else. Sabin smiles at him as he crawls into bed next to him, feeling the warmth of his body heat sinking into him already and driving away the cold. He can still see the storm from here.
"I like the storm," he says, lamely, and Edgar nods, slipping an arm around him for more warmth and laying down, pulling him down, too. The sand batters against the window.
"It's... powerful."
"That's not why I like it."
"No, I know that," Edgar says, shaking his head slightly. He shifts slightly, yawns softly, and then picks up the thread of his thoughts again easily. "It's just... amazing to watch it, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Think you can sleep now?"
Sabin closes his eyes and snuggles closer to Edgar. "Yes."
The sandstorm is one power, Edgar is another, and a newer one. Sabin would rather obey that -- observe him -- than keep watching the old, known power of the desert's fury. Edgar smiles more than the storm, too.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Sabin watches a sandstorm. For
esper_cave."Surely you're not scared of sandstorms?"
Edgar is sitting up in his bed. He was still asleep when Sabin sat down on the end of it, looking out of the chink between the curtains covering the window at the swirling sand picked up by the wind. Sabin shakes his head, not looking away from it. "No, but... I wanted to watch. There's a better view from here."
"Aren't you cold?"
It is cold in the castle, sometimes. Especially when it's not warm outside. A chill creeps through, from the dungeons up. Sabin nods slightly, after a moment, letting himself be aware again of the cold, of the softness of Edgar's bed and the presence of his brother. "A little, I suppose."
"Come here, then."
Some day, Edgar will be a good king. He makes people want to obey him even when they're caught up in something else. Sabin smiles at him as he crawls into bed next to him, feeling the warmth of his body heat sinking into him already and driving away the cold. He can still see the storm from here.
"I like the storm," he says, lamely, and Edgar nods, slipping an arm around him for more warmth and laying down, pulling him down, too. The sand batters against the window.
"It's... powerful."
"That's not why I like it."
"No, I know that," Edgar says, shaking his head slightly. He shifts slightly, yawns softly, and then picks up the thread of his thoughts again easily. "It's just... amazing to watch it, I guess."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Think you can sleep now?"
Sabin closes his eyes and snuggles closer to Edgar. "Yes."
The sandstorm is one power, Edgar is another, and a newer one. Sabin would rather obey that -- observe him -- than keep watching the old, known power of the desert's fury. Edgar smiles more than the storm, too.