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FFIV: Roots
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: Cecil/Rosa, Kain/Rosa
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Kain should have known before, perhaps. For
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Kain knew he'd lost her from the very moment she and Cecil set eyes on each other. Then, though, none of them had known they'd come to want each other, so perhaps he couldn't have known, and he's just staring into the past for petty excuses. Perhaps he knew when the easiest way to find Cecil became asking where Rosa was supposed to be. Perhaps it was when they were still small, and Rosa was making daisy chains, and he and Cecil gathered the flowers for her, but while she made a circlet of flowers for Cecil's head -- vaguely prophetic, Kain thought, looking back -- she only made a bracelet for him. Perhaps if it had been a ring...
But maybe love's roots couldn't go back that far. He didn't think they could, really: they'd only been young, after all. They'd only been playing. So perhaps it was the first time Rosa wore a beautiful dress, a dress made just for her, with a long train. It was for a dance. He and Cecil had both complimented her, but he wondered if she'd smiled more at Cecil, then.
She'd certainly danced with him more. She had danced with many people, that night, but she and Cecil always seemed to find each other. Perhaps even that had only been coincidence.
At some point, he should've come to know it, though: that nothing worth having could ever truly be his. He wanted to be a hero: he would have to settle simply for fighting for the right thing, and that only at the end. He'd wanted Rosa: he'd have to settle for someone else, or remain alone.
At some point, he should have learned. Then, perhaps, he wouldn't have been so easily twisted and toyed with.
But only perhaps, he realised. And it had been worth the smiles he had intercepted, the dances he had shared with Rosa.
Pairing: Cecil/Rosa, Kain/Rosa
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Kain should have known before, perhaps. For
Kain knew he'd lost her from the very moment she and Cecil set eyes on each other. Then, though, none of them had known they'd come to want each other, so perhaps he couldn't have known, and he's just staring into the past for petty excuses. Perhaps he knew when the easiest way to find Cecil became asking where Rosa was supposed to be. Perhaps it was when they were still small, and Rosa was making daisy chains, and he and Cecil gathered the flowers for her, but while she made a circlet of flowers for Cecil's head -- vaguely prophetic, Kain thought, looking back -- she only made a bracelet for him. Perhaps if it had been a ring...
But maybe love's roots couldn't go back that far. He didn't think they could, really: they'd only been young, after all. They'd only been playing. So perhaps it was the first time Rosa wore a beautiful dress, a dress made just for her, with a long train. It was for a dance. He and Cecil had both complimented her, but he wondered if she'd smiled more at Cecil, then.
She'd certainly danced with him more. She had danced with many people, that night, but she and Cecil always seemed to find each other. Perhaps even that had only been coincidence.
At some point, he should've come to know it, though: that nothing worth having could ever truly be his. He wanted to be a hero: he would have to settle simply for fighting for the right thing, and that only at the end. He'd wanted Rosa: he'd have to settle for someone else, or remain alone.
At some point, he should have learned. Then, perhaps, he wouldn't have been so easily twisted and toyed with.
But only perhaps, he realised. And it had been worth the smiles he had intercepted, the dances he had shared with Rosa.

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I like the blend of bitter and hopeful in this piece, and I particularly like the way he thinks that if this one thing, this central defining point in his life, had gone elsewise he might not have fallen so far. ♥