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FFVI: The Perfect Fit
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Resting and training. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
esper_cave.
Celes strokes Terra's hair and brushes her fingers very lightly over her cheek, holding her close while she sleeps and almost hoping she won't wake up soon. Edgar, Sabin, Setzer and Locke are all out killing monsters for practice, and she's pretty sure Relm and Strago are having some kind of argument that makes no sense to her. And Terra is sleeping, her thick eyelashes brushing her cheeks softly. She looks... innocent. Childish.
Sweet, perhaps, would be the word for it, but Celes holds back on that. She won't apply the word sweet to anyone she's seen rip a monster's throat out with a well placed sword strike. Childlike, perhaps, with the appearance of innocence. But not.
Terra stirs a little, and then jerks awake, pulling away from Celes quickly and rubbing at her eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I hope you haven't got pins and needles or something."
Celes moves her arm and bites her lip as it tingles back to life, but she shakes her head. "It's fine. You needed the sleep."
"Where is everybody?"
"Out training, I think. Most of them, anyway. I heard Strago and Relm arguing."
Terra stands up with a little smile brightening her face, smoothing out her clothes and neatening her hair, looking more like a young woman now than a little girl. "That's not too surprising, then. Should we go outside? Train a bit ourselves?"
She can't decide, for a moment, whether it's a question, purely practical or philosophical, or an invitation, but after a moment's thought she takes it as an invitation and gets up, pulling out her sword, feeling the way it fits in her hand, natural and perfectly practiced. "If you like. We could stay in here and rest a bit longer, though, if you're still tired."
"I'll be fine."
The sword isn't the only thing that fits, Celes realises. She and Terra do. They move in pattern effortlessly, baiting and feinting and striking, defence and killing blow and a kind of fighting that isn't purely in the body, but in the mind. Tactical. She's been trained to it and Terra is a natural, and nothing can stand in their way for long.
She smiles, at that. Hopefully, that luck will last.
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Resting and training. For
esper_cave.Celes strokes Terra's hair and brushes her fingers very lightly over her cheek, holding her close while she sleeps and almost hoping she won't wake up soon. Edgar, Sabin, Setzer and Locke are all out killing monsters for practice, and she's pretty sure Relm and Strago are having some kind of argument that makes no sense to her. And Terra is sleeping, her thick eyelashes brushing her cheeks softly. She looks... innocent. Childish.
Sweet, perhaps, would be the word for it, but Celes holds back on that. She won't apply the word sweet to anyone she's seen rip a monster's throat out with a well placed sword strike. Childlike, perhaps, with the appearance of innocence. But not.
Terra stirs a little, and then jerks awake, pulling away from Celes quickly and rubbing at her eyes. "I'm sorry. I was just so tired. I hope you haven't got pins and needles or something."
Celes moves her arm and bites her lip as it tingles back to life, but she shakes her head. "It's fine. You needed the sleep."
"Where is everybody?"
"Out training, I think. Most of them, anyway. I heard Strago and Relm arguing."
Terra stands up with a little smile brightening her face, smoothing out her clothes and neatening her hair, looking more like a young woman now than a little girl. "That's not too surprising, then. Should we go outside? Train a bit ourselves?"
She can't decide, for a moment, whether it's a question, purely practical or philosophical, or an invitation, but after a moment's thought she takes it as an invitation and gets up, pulling out her sword, feeling the way it fits in her hand, natural and perfectly practiced. "If you like. We could stay in here and rest a bit longer, though, if you're still tired."
"I'll be fine."
The sword isn't the only thing that fits, Celes realises. She and Terra do. They move in pattern effortlessly, baiting and feinting and striking, defence and killing blow and a kind of fighting that isn't purely in the body, but in the mind. Tactical. She's been trained to it and Terra is a natural, and nothing can stand in their way for long.
She smiles, at that. Hopefully, that luck will last.