Revival - Terra/Seraph, FFVI
Title: Revival
Fandom: FFVI
Pairing: Terra/Seraph
Prompt: Ghost
Rating: G
Words: 400
Spoilers?: Minor ones. Soylent green is people!
Author's Note: Another esper pairing... I'll try to write it a little more romantically next time; it's tricky with espers for some reason.
Terra held the magicite in her hands as Locke paid the man 3,000 gil. "It's yours now," said the merchant. "And you didn't get this from me, understand?"
"No, we didn't," she said, speaking up before Locke could answer the smuggler. "She was never yours to give." Her green eyes flashed for a moment in anger at his ignorance--that they had to buy the life of this dead esper. It was like buying a skull... worse. Did he even know what this meant? Of course not... but she couldn't start a fight over it. And what had happened to this esper hadn't been his fault, she knew. But she said nothing more as the two of of them returned to the inn, going upstairs in silence and sitting on the bed, gazing down at the green stone. "Seraph," she said softly.
The soul contained within the red heart of the magicite stirred. Terra. The voice was warm.
"We were too late to save you... will you lend us your power?"
You have your own power. I can feel it within you.
Terra shook her head. "I'm not a very good healer," she said. She had fire--burning, deadly fire ready to call at a moment's notice. It came to her so much more easily than anything else... she wasn't sure if she liked it... no wonder the Empire had found her so valuable, with that kind of power....
Fire isn't about death, said the esper in a voice without sound. Don't you know that? It is heat, energy, life. Fire brings light to the darkness. Where do you think your healing comes from?
"...I'm not sure... it doesn't feel like fire," said Terra. She had never been certain where her healing spells came from. They seemed as natural as the fire, but surely not the same. "And neither do you."
Let me show you what I mean. The stone vanished in light, white blending with yellow as Terra felt Seraph's power merge with her own. Fire is life, Seraph said as the fire inside glowed brighter and hotter, filling her with warmth from the inside out. I can live on in your fire. Don't be afraid of it.
Fandom: FFVI
Pairing: Terra/Seraph
Prompt: Ghost
Rating: G
Words: 400
Spoilers?: Minor ones. Soylent green is people!
Author's Note: Another esper pairing... I'll try to write it a little more romantically next time; it's tricky with espers for some reason.
Terra held the magicite in her hands as Locke paid the man 3,000 gil. "It's yours now," said the merchant. "And you didn't get this from me, understand?"
"No, we didn't," she said, speaking up before Locke could answer the smuggler. "She was never yours to give." Her green eyes flashed for a moment in anger at his ignorance--that they had to buy the life of this dead esper. It was like buying a skull... worse. Did he even know what this meant? Of course not... but she couldn't start a fight over it. And what had happened to this esper hadn't been his fault, she knew. But she said nothing more as the two of of them returned to the inn, going upstairs in silence and sitting on the bed, gazing down at the green stone. "Seraph," she said softly.
The soul contained within the red heart of the magicite stirred. Terra. The voice was warm.
"We were too late to save you... will you lend us your power?"
You have your own power. I can feel it within you.
Terra shook her head. "I'm not a very good healer," she said. She had fire--burning, deadly fire ready to call at a moment's notice. It came to her so much more easily than anything else... she wasn't sure if she liked it... no wonder the Empire had found her so valuable, with that kind of power....
Fire isn't about death, said the esper in a voice without sound. Don't you know that? It is heat, energy, life. Fire brings light to the darkness. Where do you think your healing comes from?
"...I'm not sure... it doesn't feel like fire," said Terra. She had never been certain where her healing spells came from. They seemed as natural as the fire, but surely not the same. "And neither do you."
Let me show you what I mean. The stone vanished in light, white blending with yellow as Terra felt Seraph's power merge with her own. Fire is life, Seraph said as the fire inside glowed brighter and hotter, filling her with warmth from the inside out. I can live on in your fire. Don't be afraid of it.