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FFXII: Never Falter
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Violence
Rating: PG
Summary: The moment after Vayne has done the deed. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Surprising how much blood a man has in him," Vayne says, softly. The judge standing beside him swallows hard and clears his throat. He sounds... Vayne smiles grimly when he notices it: he sounds disgusted, and yet fascinated. Vayne crouches down beside the two bodies. "Even more surprising how much blood two traitor brothers have within them."
"Surely... they were about to agree to..."
"They were traitors," Vayne says, looking up with all the speed of a striking snake. He is smiling -- but it is not a smile meant to reassure. "Do you doubt my father's orders? Do you doubt what they did?"
There is a pause. "I do not," the Judge says, anonymous and blank from the depths of his helmet. Vayne smiles again.
"Lock this away in your heart, then. My father and I will deal with what has happened."
The Judge nods, and turns away. The bottom of his cloak is soaked in blood. Vayne smiles grimly, looking down at his bloodied hands, at the twin pools of blood on the ground, and at the dagger sticking from one of his brothers' chest. He leans forward and wrenches it free, firmly closing from his mind the memories of a happier time, of his brothers' playful taunts and generosity.
"You are better off dead than alive to betray our family," he says, simply. He turns away then, and if he feels a little sick, he doesn't admit it, and if he has faltered, he will not remember it.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Violence
Rating: PG
Summary: The moment after Vayne has done the deed. For
fic_on_demand."Surprising how much blood a man has in him," Vayne says, softly. The judge standing beside him swallows hard and clears his throat. He sounds... Vayne smiles grimly when he notices it: he sounds disgusted, and yet fascinated. Vayne crouches down beside the two bodies. "Even more surprising how much blood two traitor brothers have within them."
"Surely... they were about to agree to..."
"They were traitors," Vayne says, looking up with all the speed of a striking snake. He is smiling -- but it is not a smile meant to reassure. "Do you doubt my father's orders? Do you doubt what they did?"
There is a pause. "I do not," the Judge says, anonymous and blank from the depths of his helmet. Vayne smiles again.
"Lock this away in your heart, then. My father and I will deal with what has happened."
The Judge nods, and turns away. The bottom of his cloak is soaked in blood. Vayne smiles grimly, looking down at his bloodied hands, at the twin pools of blood on the ground, and at the dagger sticking from one of his brothers' chest. He leans forward and wrenches it free, firmly closing from his mind the memories of a happier time, of his brothers' playful taunts and generosity.
"You are better off dead than alive to betray our family," he says, simply. He turns away then, and if he feels a little sick, he doesn't admit it, and if he has faltered, he will not remember it.