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FFXII: Whole
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Nono and Fran, retaking the Strahl. Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
first_seventhe!
Fran's touch is light, almost reverent, and Nono hesitates at the door of the engine room, watching her. She caresses one of the parts lightly, an almost fond look on her face -- and she's acting quite a lot like Balthier right now, a look on her face that Nono tends to identify as "mother with baby". She huffs softly and reaches for one of the tools at her feet, and the spell is broken. He hops in.
"Can I help, kupo?"
"There is no need," she says, shrugging her shoulders in a movement that manages to be both Hume-like and still Viera-graceful. She smiles at him. "But you may help if you wish. To atone for the damage you allowed Vaan to do."
Nono bristles just a little, though he recognises the teasing in her voice. "I stayed with the Strahl and prevented as much damage as proved possible, kupo!"
Fran shakes her head, ducking under a pipe and reaching for another tool. "And you did well. Balthier was surprised, that you stayed."
"It is an honour to work on a ship such as the Strahl, kupo," he says, seriously. "No matter the master, I wanted to take care of the Strahl. She is... a spectacular ship. One of a kind."
"Balthier would be glad to hear you say so," Fran says, with a slight smile. She ducks under another pipe, crouching down to adjust a small dial. Nono glances at the dial and hurries to its counterpart, adjusting it in the same way. Fran pauses, then, straightening up, her ears pricked as if to listen to the small sounds of the ship. She smiles again. "This ship... she holds a little part of each of us, a little part of everyone who has worked on her. I smell the creator's hand... but I see Balthier's touches, feel the effect you have had, I can almost taste my own changes... and she holds memories, too, of those who have been aboard -- some part of her retains the... giddiness of Vaan's touch at her helm."
Nono looks up at her, his pom pom bobbing gently. "It is a nice thing to think."
Fran shakes her head, and the smile is gone. "Perhaps I simply romanticise. I long for the Wood, for the... for the feeling of being a part of a whole, a part of a long legacy."
Nono doesn't know what to say, and he doesn't think Fran wants him to say anything. Instead, he moves to help her, and thinks that what she's saying is silly -- she is a part of a whole, a whole that is made up of him and Fran and Balthier and everyone else who touches their lives.
(And he's glad to be part of the same whole with her.)
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Nono and Fran, retaking the Strahl. Happy birthday,
first_seventhe!Fran's touch is light, almost reverent, and Nono hesitates at the door of the engine room, watching her. She caresses one of the parts lightly, an almost fond look on her face -- and she's acting quite a lot like Balthier right now, a look on her face that Nono tends to identify as "mother with baby". She huffs softly and reaches for one of the tools at her feet, and the spell is broken. He hops in.
"Can I help, kupo?"
"There is no need," she says, shrugging her shoulders in a movement that manages to be both Hume-like and still Viera-graceful. She smiles at him. "But you may help if you wish. To atone for the damage you allowed Vaan to do."
Nono bristles just a little, though he recognises the teasing in her voice. "I stayed with the Strahl and prevented as much damage as proved possible, kupo!"
Fran shakes her head, ducking under a pipe and reaching for another tool. "And you did well. Balthier was surprised, that you stayed."
"It is an honour to work on a ship such as the Strahl, kupo," he says, seriously. "No matter the master, I wanted to take care of the Strahl. She is... a spectacular ship. One of a kind."
"Balthier would be glad to hear you say so," Fran says, with a slight smile. She ducks under another pipe, crouching down to adjust a small dial. Nono glances at the dial and hurries to its counterpart, adjusting it in the same way. Fran pauses, then, straightening up, her ears pricked as if to listen to the small sounds of the ship. She smiles again. "This ship... she holds a little part of each of us, a little part of everyone who has worked on her. I smell the creator's hand... but I see Balthier's touches, feel the effect you have had, I can almost taste my own changes... and she holds memories, too, of those who have been aboard -- some part of her retains the... giddiness of Vaan's touch at her helm."
Nono looks up at her, his pom pom bobbing gently. "It is a nice thing to think."
Fran shakes her head, and the smile is gone. "Perhaps I simply romanticise. I long for the Wood, for the... for the feeling of being a part of a whole, a part of a long legacy."
Nono doesn't know what to say, and he doesn't think Fran wants him to say anything. Instead, he moves to help her, and thinks that what she's saying is silly -- she is a part of a whole, a whole that is made up of him and Fran and Balthier and everyone else who touches their lives.
(And he's glad to be part of the same whole with her.)