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FFIII: Friends
Fandom: Final Fantasy III
Pairing: Luneth/Arc
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: A game of hide-and-seek. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feywood, on my request meme.
It wasn't hard to guess where Arc would hide. Luneth knew the town better than anyone, every nook and cranny, and he knew where Arc would hide. And now he was the seeker -- well, he could go and find Arc, and talk to him in private, and maybe comfort him a bit. He kicked a stone so hard it flew into the side of a building and cracked into little pieces. It wasn't fair, what the other kids did to Arc. As he moved through the trees, he started to walk quietly, listening for any little snap or crackle that might betray exactly where Arc was.
He saw Arc's eyes before the rest of him: big, hazel eyes, blinking owlishly. Luneth tried not to laugh at the idea of Arc-as-owl, appropriate as it was, and instead stopped, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hey, Arc," he said, quietly.
There was a disappointed noise from somewhere within the foliage of the tree, and Arc slid down from the first branch, landing more or less on his feet. "I wish I could climb higher," he mumbled. He sounded miserable, and Luneth noticed now that his eyes were red-rimmed.
"Maybe I'll show you," he offered, locking the anger away for a better time.
"You don't need to pity me," Arc said, quietly, after a moment of obvious confusion. His face had fallen a bit. "It's okay."
"It's not!" Luneth said -- perhaps a little louder than he intended. A bird, disturbed, cawed loudly at them and flapped off. Even Arc looked a bit startled. Luneth made a face. "What I mean is... I like you. I think the ones who bully you are just... they're just big fat losers."
The corners of Arc's mouth flickered up into a tentative smile. "But I..."
"And you're not boring. Well, you are a bit, because you're always reading books, but if you want you're always welcome to come exploring with me." Luneth noted a sudden uncertainty and added, boldly, "And I'll protect you if there're any monsters."
"M-monsters?"
"Oh yeah. Sometimes they even come back here. They're not dangerous. If you just throw a stone at them they fall down." He rolled his eyes. "See? Honestly, you'd be safe with me."
"The others always run away..."
"That's because they're wusses." Luneth smiled at Arc: the kind of smile designed to melt even the Elders' hearts. "Come oooon. It'll be fun. I promise. Really. You can even borrow my knife if you want to be extra safe."
Arc wrinkled his nose at the thought of fighting, but when he looked up at Luneth's face -- smiling, sincere, familiar, kind -- he found himself nodding. "Okay," he said, and Luneth grinned. "As long as you won't call me a wuss if I run away from monsters..."
"Of course not," Luneth said, firmly. "You're my friend. And you're not used to it yet."
Arc smiled a little more. "Friend?" he said, as if testing the word, tasting it. And Luneth nodded again.
"Friend."
Pairing: Luneth/Arc
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: A game of hide-and-seek. For
feywood, on my request meme.It wasn't hard to guess where Arc would hide. Luneth knew the town better than anyone, every nook and cranny, and he knew where Arc would hide. And now he was the seeker -- well, he could go and find Arc, and talk to him in private, and maybe comfort him a bit. He kicked a stone so hard it flew into the side of a building and cracked into little pieces. It wasn't fair, what the other kids did to Arc. As he moved through the trees, he started to walk quietly, listening for any little snap or crackle that might betray exactly where Arc was.
He saw Arc's eyes before the rest of him: big, hazel eyes, blinking owlishly. Luneth tried not to laugh at the idea of Arc-as-owl, appropriate as it was, and instead stopped, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hey, Arc," he said, quietly.
There was a disappointed noise from somewhere within the foliage of the tree, and Arc slid down from the first branch, landing more or less on his feet. "I wish I could climb higher," he mumbled. He sounded miserable, and Luneth noticed now that his eyes were red-rimmed.
"Maybe I'll show you," he offered, locking the anger away for a better time.
"You don't need to pity me," Arc said, quietly, after a moment of obvious confusion. His face had fallen a bit. "It's okay."
"It's not!" Luneth said -- perhaps a little louder than he intended. A bird, disturbed, cawed loudly at them and flapped off. Even Arc looked a bit startled. Luneth made a face. "What I mean is... I like you. I think the ones who bully you are just... they're just big fat losers."
The corners of Arc's mouth flickered up into a tentative smile. "But I..."
"And you're not boring. Well, you are a bit, because you're always reading books, but if you want you're always welcome to come exploring with me." Luneth noted a sudden uncertainty and added, boldly, "And I'll protect you if there're any monsters."
"M-monsters?"
"Oh yeah. Sometimes they even come back here. They're not dangerous. If you just throw a stone at them they fall down." He rolled his eyes. "See? Honestly, you'd be safe with me."
"The others always run away..."
"That's because they're wusses." Luneth smiled at Arc: the kind of smile designed to melt even the Elders' hearts. "Come oooon. It'll be fun. I promise. Really. You can even borrow my knife if you want to be extra safe."
Arc wrinkled his nose at the thought of fighting, but when he looked up at Luneth's face -- smiling, sincere, familiar, kind -- he found himself nodding. "Okay," he said, and Luneth grinned. "As long as you won't call me a wuss if I run away from monsters..."
"Of course not," Luneth said, firmly. "You're my friend. And you're not used to it yet."
Arc smiled a little more. "Friend?" he said, as if testing the word, tasting it. And Luneth nodded again.
"Friend."