FFIX: Unlock
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Freya meets Zidane. For fic_on_demand.
"Hi there," someone says, from above her head, and she slides her gaze up from the chaos of the bar to find a boyish face hovering somewhere above her, connected to a body which appears to be attached to a tail, which is curled around a roof support. "I suggest that you sit somewhere out of the way until they've done with the fight. After that, maybe you'd like to have a drink with me?"
Freya has learnt not to be surprised by anything, and not to show it if she is. She is surprised, naturally -- the tail, after all, is surprising, even if the fight isn't and even if the people in odd places bit isn't entirely. She takes a deep breath. "I'd rather go somewhere quieter."
"Could be an idea," he admits. A moment later he lands neatly on his feet beside her, offering his arm. "How would you like some company?"
"I wouldn't," she says, coolly, turning around and leaving without paying any further attention to him. She can hear him coming after her anyway. "I said I wouldn't like any company."
"Well, I would," he says. He grins at her. "My name's Zidane. What's yours?"
"...Freya," she says, finally, without quite knowing why. Something about him unlocks her tongue, makes her want to talk, like she hasn't since -- well, for a long time.
He offers her his arm again. "So would you like me to take you somewhere nice?"
She ignores his arm again, but finds herself nodding.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Freya meets Zidane. For fic_on_demand.
"Hi there," someone says, from above her head, and she slides her gaze up from the chaos of the bar to find a boyish face hovering somewhere above her, connected to a body which appears to be attached to a tail, which is curled around a roof support. "I suggest that you sit somewhere out of the way until they've done with the fight. After that, maybe you'd like to have a drink with me?"
Freya has learnt not to be surprised by anything, and not to show it if she is. She is surprised, naturally -- the tail, after all, is surprising, even if the fight isn't and even if the people in odd places bit isn't entirely. She takes a deep breath. "I'd rather go somewhere quieter."
"Could be an idea," he admits. A moment later he lands neatly on his feet beside her, offering his arm. "How would you like some company?"
"I wouldn't," she says, coolly, turning around and leaving without paying any further attention to him. She can hear him coming after her anyway. "I said I wouldn't like any company."
"Well, I would," he says. He grins at her. "My name's Zidane. What's yours?"
"...Freya," she says, finally, without quite knowing why. Something about him unlocks her tongue, makes her want to talk, like she hasn't since -- well, for a long time.
He offers her his arm again. "So would you like me to take you somewhere nice?"
She ignores his arm again, but finds herself nodding.