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FFVI: Cave
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Locke/Celes
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Locke drags Celes through caves she's sure she recognises. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"I'm sure we've been here before."
Locke smiles at her, with a hint of white-white teeth, a laughing smile that she loves to see from him. Celes smiles back, simply because she can't do anything else, and ignores his lack of answer, following him into the cave. It's not exactly what she pictured herself doing, but it's strangely satisfying -- more because of the look on Locke's face as they find their way through caves that haven't seen light in years than because of any treasure they might find.
"We haven't," he says, at last, with some confidence. "You've just seen too many caves by now."
That, she admits to herself, might be true. Despite all her skills and senses, Locke is much better at identifying things about caves than she is. Even in a cave she considered deserted -- never even disturbed by humans -- he pointed out to her the marks of something scraping along the rock, and assured her that someone had dragged something along that path, probably a chest full of treasure.
He'd been right, too.
So Celes follows him, ducking bits of spider's webs and dispatching any monster they meet with a few decisive blows. Locke seems oddly distracted -- perhaps focused on their goal -- and he doesn't talk, for once. Normally he's full of explanations, filling her head with talk of how this rock was formed in a volcano and this cave had clearly been made by men or how this was little more than a monster hole.
She learned everything well, but things like this -- from Locke -- faster, perhaps because she wanted to, to please him, or perhaps because of his enthusiasm.
Perhaps just because he was Locke.
"I'm still sure we've been here before," she says, after a while, after they pass a cave entrance she's sure she knows. Locke was so mysterious about this -- getting Setzer to bring them here, and smiling odd smiles with him, and keeping her inside the airship rather than on the deck as she usually likes to travel. He was, she was sure even then, up to something, and this only bears her theory out.
"You're getting better at all of this," he says, somewhat absently, and grabs her hand, pulling her through another entrance with a quick warning to duck.
"You know the way," she accuses, but doesn't stop following him.
"Instinct," he says, not very convincingly, and then leads her into a wide open underground chamber, full, indeed, of chests and boxes. He doesn't give her time to look around, taking her hand in his again and making her sit down on an upturned crate while he rifles through a chest.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing," he says, a little impatiently, and then looks up at her, eyes sparkling with an odd excitement. "Go and look through that small box for me, if you like. It might contain jewellery or something."
Her eyes still on him suspiciously, Celes gets up, brushing herself off carefully to get rid of the clinging dust. The place doesn't look deserted. It looks suspiciously like one of Locke's hideyholes.
The little box takes a minute to open, since it's locked, but Locke has taught her something of that, too, and she doesn't have to smash it with the hilt of her sword to get it open. She sits down again and opens it in her lap, carefully picking the lock.
"Go on," Locke says, his eyes still oddly bright. He leaves off his rummaging to come and sit next to her.
"Locke, what -- oh."
It's a ring. Just a ring -- a little small for one jewellery box. He carefully removes the box from her lap and, grinning, gives her an expectant look. "Go on. Put it on."
"Locke, are you..."
"Asking you to marry me? Yes. You know I couldn't do it in a conventional way."
She looks up at him and smiles a little, holding the ring out to him. "Shouldn't you be putting this on my finger? And going down on one knee?"
"Like I said," he shrugs, carefully slipping it onto her finger with a big grin, "couldn't do anything the normal way. Besides, I did need to come here to pick up the ring either way, so I thought I might as well let you find it. So that's a yes."
"It's a yes. As long," and she pauses for a long moment, studying his face, serious and laughing all at once, "as we don't have to get married in a cave."
"I think I can manage that."
Pairing: Locke/Celes
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Locke drags Celes through caves she's sure she recognises. For
esper_cave."I'm sure we've been here before."
Locke smiles at her, with a hint of white-white teeth, a laughing smile that she loves to see from him. Celes smiles back, simply because she can't do anything else, and ignores his lack of answer, following him into the cave. It's not exactly what she pictured herself doing, but it's strangely satisfying -- more because of the look on Locke's face as they find their way through caves that haven't seen light in years than because of any treasure they might find.
"We haven't," he says, at last, with some confidence. "You've just seen too many caves by now."
That, she admits to herself, might be true. Despite all her skills and senses, Locke is much better at identifying things about caves than she is. Even in a cave she considered deserted -- never even disturbed by humans -- he pointed out to her the marks of something scraping along the rock, and assured her that someone had dragged something along that path, probably a chest full of treasure.
He'd been right, too.
So Celes follows him, ducking bits of spider's webs and dispatching any monster they meet with a few decisive blows. Locke seems oddly distracted -- perhaps focused on their goal -- and he doesn't talk, for once. Normally he's full of explanations, filling her head with talk of how this rock was formed in a volcano and this cave had clearly been made by men or how this was little more than a monster hole.
She learned everything well, but things like this -- from Locke -- faster, perhaps because she wanted to, to please him, or perhaps because of his enthusiasm.
Perhaps just because he was Locke.
"I'm still sure we've been here before," she says, after a while, after they pass a cave entrance she's sure she knows. Locke was so mysterious about this -- getting Setzer to bring them here, and smiling odd smiles with him, and keeping her inside the airship rather than on the deck as she usually likes to travel. He was, she was sure even then, up to something, and this only bears her theory out.
"You're getting better at all of this," he says, somewhat absently, and grabs her hand, pulling her through another entrance with a quick warning to duck.
"You know the way," she accuses, but doesn't stop following him.
"Instinct," he says, not very convincingly, and then leads her into a wide open underground chamber, full, indeed, of chests and boxes. He doesn't give her time to look around, taking her hand in his again and making her sit down on an upturned crate while he rifles through a chest.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing," he says, a little impatiently, and then looks up at her, eyes sparkling with an odd excitement. "Go and look through that small box for me, if you like. It might contain jewellery or something."
Her eyes still on him suspiciously, Celes gets up, brushing herself off carefully to get rid of the clinging dust. The place doesn't look deserted. It looks suspiciously like one of Locke's hideyholes.
The little box takes a minute to open, since it's locked, but Locke has taught her something of that, too, and she doesn't have to smash it with the hilt of her sword to get it open. She sits down again and opens it in her lap, carefully picking the lock.
"Go on," Locke says, his eyes still oddly bright. He leaves off his rummaging to come and sit next to her.
"Locke, what -- oh."
It's a ring. Just a ring -- a little small for one jewellery box. He carefully removes the box from her lap and, grinning, gives her an expectant look. "Go on. Put it on."
"Locke, are you..."
"Asking you to marry me? Yes. You know I couldn't do it in a conventional way."
She looks up at him and smiles a little, holding the ring out to him. "Shouldn't you be putting this on my finger? And going down on one knee?"
"Like I said," he shrugs, carefully slipping it onto her finger with a big grin, "couldn't do anything the normal way. Besides, I did need to come here to pick up the ring either way, so I thought I might as well let you find it. So that's a yes."
"It's a yes. As long," and she pauses for a long moment, studying his face, serious and laughing all at once, "as we don't have to get married in a cave."
"I think I can manage that."