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FFIV: Steps
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: Kain/Cecil/Rosa
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: A dance when you don't know the steps. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Often, it feels like a peculiar dance to which he hasn't had the chance to learn the steps before he's caught up in it, with all the dizziness and confusion and the stepping on toes that happens then. Rosa dances it as blindly as he does, but gracefully, and Kain's fierce dignity makes him seem more graceful at it than, perhaps, he is. Perhaps, Cecil looks as practised at it as anyone when things are going well -- but no one is really in a position to comment, because when things are going well, nobody knows about their complicated dance.
Some days, there's no time to think about it, and that's often when it goes smoothest. Kain deals with his business, he and Rosa tend to theirs, give orders and hear complaints, rule their kingdom with their combined effort at wisdom; Rosa smiles and flatters, Cecil makes demands. It's easiest to fall into roles, so that's what they do, and play them for all they're worth.
And then, in the evenings, eating and drinking and real dancing; and at nights, Kain comes to their rooms, and then they let go of it and hold onto each other instead of the carefully crafted masks. It's effortless, then, in bed and in conversation with each other, and Cecil never sees jealousy spark in Kain's eyes on those nights.
It's when they have time to think about it that steps falter and toes get trodden on. Kain feels jealous or Rosa feels confused, or he himself doubts, and then someone hurts and if someone hurts, the other two hurt in sympathy.
But somehow, someone knows how to get them back in rhythm. Mostly, it's Rosa, with her warm words, but sometimes it's Kain and his cool reasoning and sometimes it's Cecil, with his passions and feelings and certainties. It doesn't matter who. As long as they always fall back into their places.
Pairing: Kain/Cecil/Rosa
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: A dance when you don't know the steps. For
mount_ordeals.Often, it feels like a peculiar dance to which he hasn't had the chance to learn the steps before he's caught up in it, with all the dizziness and confusion and the stepping on toes that happens then. Rosa dances it as blindly as he does, but gracefully, and Kain's fierce dignity makes him seem more graceful at it than, perhaps, he is. Perhaps, Cecil looks as practised at it as anyone when things are going well -- but no one is really in a position to comment, because when things are going well, nobody knows about their complicated dance.
Some days, there's no time to think about it, and that's often when it goes smoothest. Kain deals with his business, he and Rosa tend to theirs, give orders and hear complaints, rule their kingdom with their combined effort at wisdom; Rosa smiles and flatters, Cecil makes demands. It's easiest to fall into roles, so that's what they do, and play them for all they're worth.
And then, in the evenings, eating and drinking and real dancing; and at nights, Kain comes to their rooms, and then they let go of it and hold onto each other instead of the carefully crafted masks. It's effortless, then, in bed and in conversation with each other, and Cecil never sees jealousy spark in Kain's eyes on those nights.
It's when they have time to think about it that steps falter and toes get trodden on. Kain feels jealous or Rosa feels confused, or he himself doubts, and then someone hurts and if someone hurts, the other two hurt in sympathy.
But somehow, someone knows how to get them back in rhythm. Mostly, it's Rosa, with her warm words, but sometimes it's Kain and his cool reasoning and sometimes it's Cecil, with his passions and feelings and certainties. It doesn't matter who. As long as they always fall back into their places.
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