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FFIV: Knowing
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: Edge/Rydia
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: She thinks she knows him, he's sure she doesn't. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mount_ordeals.
The town of Baron is all flowers and happy because of Rosa and Cecil's coronation, and it's there that Rydia finds him, talking to a girl who shrinks away from her furious look. It's not that Edge is hers to own, it's that the girl wouldn't know what she had.
"Didn't, uh, expect to see you here, Rydia," he says, quietly, toying with a drink. She takes it off him in a quick movement and looks down at it, expecting alcohol and finding orange juice. She took a sip.
"Which is why you're down here."
"...Yes," he admitted, shrugging slightly.
"Why are you hiding from me?"
He leans back against the wall, arching his back and stretching, taking his orange juice back from her and finishing it. "Things are awkward between us, aren't they? I thought I'd make you feel uncomfortable."
"Things are only awkward because you're being awkward," she says, quietly, crossing her arms in front of her. She sighs softly, shaking her head at him, "and you turning your back to me when I come into a room makes me feel more uncomfortable."
"What am I supposed to do? Disobey my grandfather and elope with you?"
She throws her hands to the ceiling, exasperated by him already. "Yes! If that's what it takes, yes, do that! You're the King of Eblan, Edge. You can do what you want and it really annoys me the way you let your grandfather push you around. The Edge I know wouldn't give a damn."
"Well then, you don't know Edge," he says, quietly, looking into the cup that had held his orange juice.
"You don't even have to leave the damned place, Edge," she says, stung and hurt by the idea that she might not know him as well as she thinks she does. "You could just marry me and make it up to your grandfather some other way."
"I can't, Rydia."
She stares at him for a moment, wondering where his spark went, and she turns on her heel and stalks off with a huff. "Men!"
Pairing: Edge/Rydia
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: She thinks she knows him, he's sure she doesn't. For
mount_ordeals.The town of Baron is all flowers and happy because of Rosa and Cecil's coronation, and it's there that Rydia finds him, talking to a girl who shrinks away from her furious look. It's not that Edge is hers to own, it's that the girl wouldn't know what she had.
"Didn't, uh, expect to see you here, Rydia," he says, quietly, toying with a drink. She takes it off him in a quick movement and looks down at it, expecting alcohol and finding orange juice. She took a sip.
"Which is why you're down here."
"...Yes," he admitted, shrugging slightly.
"Why are you hiding from me?"
He leans back against the wall, arching his back and stretching, taking his orange juice back from her and finishing it. "Things are awkward between us, aren't they? I thought I'd make you feel uncomfortable."
"Things are only awkward because you're being awkward," she says, quietly, crossing her arms in front of her. She sighs softly, shaking her head at him, "and you turning your back to me when I come into a room makes me feel more uncomfortable."
"What am I supposed to do? Disobey my grandfather and elope with you?"
She throws her hands to the ceiling, exasperated by him already. "Yes! If that's what it takes, yes, do that! You're the King of Eblan, Edge. You can do what you want and it really annoys me the way you let your grandfather push you around. The Edge I know wouldn't give a damn."
"Well then, you don't know Edge," he says, quietly, looking into the cup that had held his orange juice.
"You don't even have to leave the damned place, Edge," she says, stung and hurt by the idea that she might not know him as well as she thinks she does. "You could just marry me and make it up to your grandfather some other way."
"I can't, Rydia."
She stares at him for a moment, wondering where his spark went, and she turns on her heel and stalks off with a huff. "Men!"
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