FFIV Fic, Rydia/Edge
Title: Two years ago.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: Rydia/Edge
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 7lies
Two years ago.
“So, you’re sure?” Edge leaned against his throne, watching Rydia adjust her cloak.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I can handle a couple of imps. You start worrying about being a good host. The Damcyan delegation can be here any minute now.”
“It’ll be okay,” he said. “Maybe you should ask a white mage to…”
“Edge! They’re just imps, remember? I beat them up when I was still a kid.”
He crossed his arms. “I’m just worried.”
She shook her head and started walking in the direction of the exit. Right when her fingers touched the door, she took a deep breath and turned back.
“Right, what is it?”
“I told you, I’m just…”
“This is not about me.” She walked back through the big, cold room and sat down on the throne, facing him from there. “Not getting up until you tell me.”
“You’d better go. It’s almost time for the Damcyan…”
“Edward would love to see me.”
“I doubt it,” Edge mumbled.
“What?”
Edge turned his head away. “Nothing.”
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little, like she was sleeping. When he still didn’t say anything she slumped further back in the chair.
Annoyed, Edge clasped his hands together. “Don’t you need to kill some imps?”
“Thought you were worried about me?”
“It’s just…” Edge sighed.
“Just what? Did you offend some Damcyan traders again and they’re not coming after all?”
“No.”
Suddenly she sat straighter and scowled at him. “Did you offend any of my friends?”
“What? Your summons? No!”
“Then what is it, Edge?”
He took a few steps away from the throne that his mother had used to sit on and caressed the stone with his fingers.
“My parents… it’s exactly two years ago that they died.”
When he glanced back at Rydia, there was a look in her eyes that he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
“It’s okay though, just thinking about it a little bit.” He started walking away. “You’re right, I should prepare for the visit, bet Edward would appreciate a trumpeter or…”
Rydia had gotten up during his little speech and halted in front of him. She took his two hands and squeezed them. They stood like that for a couple of seconds.
She let go and smiled at him.
“Trumpeters… sounds like a good idea.”
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Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: Rydia/Edge
Word Count: 387
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for 7lies
Two years ago.
“So, you’re sure?” Edge leaned against his throne, watching Rydia adjust her cloak.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I can handle a couple of imps. You start worrying about being a good host. The Damcyan delegation can be here any minute now.”
“It’ll be okay,” he said. “Maybe you should ask a white mage to…”
“Edge! They’re just imps, remember? I beat them up when I was still a kid.”
He crossed his arms. “I’m just worried.”
She shook her head and started walking in the direction of the exit. Right when her fingers touched the door, she took a deep breath and turned back.
“Right, what is it?”
“I told you, I’m just…”
“This is not about me.” She walked back through the big, cold room and sat down on the throne, facing him from there. “Not getting up until you tell me.”
“You’d better go. It’s almost time for the Damcyan…”
“Edward would love to see me.”
“I doubt it,” Edge mumbled.
“What?”
Edge turned his head away. “Nothing.”
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth a little, like she was sleeping. When he still didn’t say anything she slumped further back in the chair.
Annoyed, Edge clasped his hands together. “Don’t you need to kill some imps?”
“Thought you were worried about me?”
“It’s just…” Edge sighed.
“Just what? Did you offend some Damcyan traders again and they’re not coming after all?”
“No.”
Suddenly she sat straighter and scowled at him. “Did you offend any of my friends?”
“What? Your summons? No!”
“Then what is it, Edge?”
He took a few steps away from the throne that his mother had used to sit on and caressed the stone with his fingers.
“My parents… it’s exactly two years ago that they died.”
When he glanced back at Rydia, there was a look in her eyes that he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
“It’s okay though, just thinking about it a little bit.” He started walking away. “You’re right, I should prepare for the visit, bet Edward would appreciate a trumpeter or…”
Rydia had gotten up during his little speech and halted in front of him. She took his two hands and squeezed them. They stood like that for a couple of seconds.
She let go and smiled at him.
“Trumpeters… sounds like a good idea.”
*