Marche+Ritz // "White as Snow"
Title;; “White as Snow”
Pairing(s)/Character(s);; Marche+Ritz, Shara, mentions of Montblanc
Fandom;; Final Fantasy: Tactics Advance
Categories;; Romance/Friendship
Rating;; K+
Warnings;; het, sort of spoilers sort of not
Summary;; Ritz finally decides to take the dye out of her hair.
Author’s Notes;; d’aww, these two are so fun to type about~ <3333
“Marche,” Ritz glanced at her Viera comrade and sighed, reaching out to touch Marche’s shoulder to get his attention. The minute her hand touched him, he turned his head around and went wide-eyed. She waited a moment, giving him time to give his opinion, and when he didn’t, she prompted him with a sharp: “Well? What do you think?”
“I… I… I-“ he paused in his stuttering and swallowed, then tried again. “I… like it… It’s… Is that how your hair is naturally, Ritz?” he asked, remembering back to the first day of school and how the others had bullied Ritz about having “white, grandma hair.”
Ritz nodded and smiled timidly. Shara looked from Ritz to Marche then walked over to where Montblanc was. The now white-haired girl laced her fingers in front of her and swung her hips shyly, then took a seat beside her blond classmate. She stared straight ahead, trying not to pay much attention to pair of blue eyes on her. “You’re not… just saying that, are you?” Ritz asked, finally turning her head to look at him. “I want to know what you really think.”
“I really like it. Honest,” Marche smiled and suddenly ran a hand through Ritz’s long locks, earning a gasp and blush from her. “It really suits you. White is a pure color, yeah?”
She laughed at this. “Are you saying I’m pure?”
Marche smirked and tilted his head, pretending that he was studying her. “Hmmm, maybe not,” he chuckled. He stared at her for a moment longer, then took his hand out of her hair. “Nah, you’re not pure… but I think white is a beautiful color, too.”