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FFIV: Music For Him
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Cecil makes what amounts to a promise to Edward. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"You shouldn't be so scared in battle."
Edward looked up, his harp almost falling from his hands in his surprise. Cecil stopped it from hitting the floor and pushed it securely into Edward's hands, sitting down next to him and looking out at the area around them without saying another word. After a pause, Edward moved his fingers over his harp again, fine tuning, and then starting to play softly, hoping it wouldn't bother the man sat next to him.
Cecil repeated himself after a while, not looking up at Edward. "You shouldn't get so scared in battle, you know."
He wanted to ask why not; instead he wrenched a slightly louder chord from his harp and focused on that, on the new tune that he felt coming. He kept his tone mild, though lately he'd been feeling odd urges to scream and shout at people, and especially at Cecil. "Well, that's my business, and not yours."
"I'll look after you, you know," he responded, after another space in the conversation. He cleared his throat and looked up, trying to meet the bard's eyes. "I'll do that, you know. Protect you. Because you need it."
Edward's fingers ran away from him and softly played his shame at the sudden surge of gladness he felt at that promise. Finally, he raised his head and met Cecil's eyes. "Thank you."
Cecil gave no indication that he'd heard. "Are you going to sleep?"
"Not for a while, I..."
Cecil didn't wait to hear excuses, just got up and ducked into the tent. His voice was muffled as he went inside, but Edward heard his words clearly and they made him smile, embarrassed, and pleased.
Cecil had told him to keep playing, so he did. He played grief and gladness, shame and renewal, and wondered if Cecil understood at all. He had an odd feeling that Cecil understood the feelings he put into his music better than he wanted anyone to, and yet, somehow, he didn't mind. Cecil would look after him.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Cecil makes what amounts to a promise to Edward. For
mount_ordeals."You shouldn't be so scared in battle."
Edward looked up, his harp almost falling from his hands in his surprise. Cecil stopped it from hitting the floor and pushed it securely into Edward's hands, sitting down next to him and looking out at the area around them without saying another word. After a pause, Edward moved his fingers over his harp again, fine tuning, and then starting to play softly, hoping it wouldn't bother the man sat next to him.
Cecil repeated himself after a while, not looking up at Edward. "You shouldn't get so scared in battle, you know."
He wanted to ask why not; instead he wrenched a slightly louder chord from his harp and focused on that, on the new tune that he felt coming. He kept his tone mild, though lately he'd been feeling odd urges to scream and shout at people, and especially at Cecil. "Well, that's my business, and not yours."
"I'll look after you, you know," he responded, after another space in the conversation. He cleared his throat and looked up, trying to meet the bard's eyes. "I'll do that, you know. Protect you. Because you need it."
Edward's fingers ran away from him and softly played his shame at the sudden surge of gladness he felt at that promise. Finally, he raised his head and met Cecil's eyes. "Thank you."
Cecil gave no indication that he'd heard. "Are you going to sleep?"
"Not for a while, I..."
Cecil didn't wait to hear excuses, just got up and ducked into the tent. His voice was muffled as he went inside, but Edward heard his words clearly and they made him smile, embarrassed, and pleased.
Cecil had told him to keep playing, so he did. He played grief and gladness, shame and renewal, and wondered if Cecil understood at all. He had an odd feeling that Cecil understood the feelings he put into his music better than he wanted anyone to, and yet, somehow, he didn't mind. Cecil would look after him.