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FFIX: Greater Love Hath No Man
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Blank has found in them a family. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
madain_sari.
There are things that matter to Blank, and there are things that decidedly come second, no matter what people think of thieves. Profit first, they think, and friends last, and artistry of it and the joy of doing it somewhere in between. They're wrong -- about Tantalus, at least, though no doubt in many situations they're exactly right. Tantalus, though, is something different -- they're what they have to be. Sometimes, that's thieves, and sometimes it's kidnappers, and sometimes it's something else entirely, something more respectable, even.
Blank finds no joy in being a thief, but he finds a kind of relief easily mistaken for joy in getting a job done and doing it well. It's getting by, a thing that he was doing none too well before he joined Tantalus. Now the most important thing is watching everyone else's back, or tail, or whatever body part happens to be getting into trouble at whatever time. Marcus calls him a brother, and he feels that's a truth in some bone-deep way -- and that's a feeling he's never had before; a decidedly welcome one.
He doesn't understand how Zidane can leave so blithely. He feels a tug to go with him, of course -- just to watch his back. And every other part of him, because he had a tendency to jump into trouble head first without looking, if someone needs help.
He waits for orders, or at least a suggestion, a dare. An excuse. He has to sit around waiting, twiddling his thumbs, for a while. But he knows they all feel about Zidane as he feels about Zidane; he's family, and he'll need their help.
He knows that all of them, if it really comes to that, would lay down their lives for each of the others.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Blank has found in them a family. For
madain_sari.There are things that matter to Blank, and there are things that decidedly come second, no matter what people think of thieves. Profit first, they think, and friends last, and artistry of it and the joy of doing it somewhere in between. They're wrong -- about Tantalus, at least, though no doubt in many situations they're exactly right. Tantalus, though, is something different -- they're what they have to be. Sometimes, that's thieves, and sometimes it's kidnappers, and sometimes it's something else entirely, something more respectable, even.
Blank finds no joy in being a thief, but he finds a kind of relief easily mistaken for joy in getting a job done and doing it well. It's getting by, a thing that he was doing none too well before he joined Tantalus. Now the most important thing is watching everyone else's back, or tail, or whatever body part happens to be getting into trouble at whatever time. Marcus calls him a brother, and he feels that's a truth in some bone-deep way -- and that's a feeling he's never had before; a decidedly welcome one.
He doesn't understand how Zidane can leave so blithely. He feels a tug to go with him, of course -- just to watch his back. And every other part of him, because he had a tendency to jump into trouble head first without looking, if someone needs help.
He waits for orders, or at least a suggestion, a dare. An excuse. He has to sit around waiting, twiddling his thumbs, for a while. But he knows they all feel about Zidane as he feels about Zidane; he's family, and he'll need their help.
He knows that all of them, if it really comes to that, would lay down their lives for each of the others.