FFIV: Secrets
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Pairing: Edge/Rydia
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Edge wanted, but only secretly, and very quietly. For mount_ordeals.
"Rydia confuses me," Edge informed the table, because it was there and right in front of him, and because someone had been along while he slept and taken away the bottle that had been keeping him company.
"It's not that I want her that bad," he said, apparently to the empty glass.
"But she's confusing all the same," he said, in conclusion, meaning it for both of them. Then he sighed and put his head down on the table and thought about how hard she'd smack him if she found out about any of this -- the drinking, talking to inanimate objects, talking about her behind her back... Mind you, she'd probably smack him just on principle, for reasons only she could discern.
"She wants me, secretly," Edge declared, trying to muster some ego.
"I think," he added a moment later.
"Probably not," he said, ruefully, after a moment more of reflection.
After that, he went to bed, and lay staring up at the ceiling, wondering if the affect of the alcohol really had worn off. It took him a good thirty minutes to say the next part, this time to his ceiling. "Actually, I do want her that bad. I really do."
And, quieter still, to his pillow as he buried his face in it: "And it really hurts."
Pairing: Edge/Rydia
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Edge wanted, but only secretly, and very quietly. For mount_ordeals.
"Rydia confuses me," Edge informed the table, because it was there and right in front of him, and because someone had been along while he slept and taken away the bottle that had been keeping him company.
"It's not that I want her that bad," he said, apparently to the empty glass.
"But she's confusing all the same," he said, in conclusion, meaning it for both of them. Then he sighed and put his head down on the table and thought about how hard she'd smack him if she found out about any of this -- the drinking, talking to inanimate objects, talking about her behind her back... Mind you, she'd probably smack him just on principle, for reasons only she could discern.
"She wants me, secretly," Edge declared, trying to muster some ego.
"I think," he added a moment later.
"Probably not," he said, ruefully, after a moment more of reflection.
After that, he went to bed, and lay staring up at the ceiling, wondering if the affect of the alcohol really had worn off. It took him a good thirty minutes to say the next part, this time to his ceiling. "Actually, I do want her that bad. I really do."
And, quieter still, to his pillow as he buried his face in it: "And it really hurts."