and i do all of the things i have to

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Characters: Oerba Dia Vanille (ofhappierdays) and Oerba Yun Fang (ofragnarok).
Date: Valentine's Day
Warnings: Umm...should be none. A LOT OF FLUFF. Maybe some kissing but nothing extreme!
Summary: (sob, musical event and overall fluff) Keepin' you off my mind, but when I think I'll be all right, I am always wrong, 'cause...

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already laughing...

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Fang's own concerns, her worries about the others and their brands, had since faded, driven away by the warmth of the afternoon and the comfort of having Vanille by her side, safe. She slowed her pace so that Vanille would be able to keep up, and once she reached the peak of the hill she sat down, motioning for Vanille to sit next to her.

"'Course I'm right." She grinned, confident, and sprawled out against the grass. "As long as I'm around, you've got nothing to worry about, Vanille." She was humming too, softly at first, but it picked up in volume after a moment, made a discernible melody.

Now, Fang was not a singer. She could hold a tune, knew the tribal songs of Oerba by heart, but she by no means made a habit of singing, nor would she normally do so, when more pressing matters were at hand. Being trapped in a magical world at the behest of a Queen and separated from her friends and her Focus certainly qualified as "pressing," but the pollen from the roses had made her complacent, made all her concerns melt into a pleasant haze.

Later, she would be angry--furious, but for now...she began to sing to Vanille.

"I wake in the morning, tired of sleeping..."

sob.

[recalls]

Vanille followed slightly behind as they made their way up the hill, and flopped down happily next to Fang once they'd stopped, stretching her legs out in front of her, leaning back on her palms. The sun was high up by then, and Vanille turned her face up toward it, enjoying its warmth.

She laughed at Fang's declaration, knowing it to be wholly true, but finding amusement in the delivery all the same. "Yep!" She scooted closer, pressing herself against Fang's side. They'd always been physical with one another, nearly everyone in Oerba was, but something about the day made her feel extra affectionate, and Fang's presence alone was enough to make her want to burst into song.

Of the two of them, Vanille was the one inclined toward music, always seeming to hum along and dance to some tune only she could hear. It was somewhat surprising, then, that Fang began to sing first. It was a song Vanille did not recognize, but Fang's voice was pleasant, and soon Vanille heard the next lines in her own:

"Get in the shower, and make my bed alone... I put on my makeup, talk into the mirror..."

cry.

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In response to Vanille shifting closer to her, Fang loosely wrapped an arm around her waist. It was true that they were usually affectionate with one another, but combined with the singing, this particular instance made it decidedly more romantic than usual.

When Vanille began to sing, Fang fell into tune easily, singing along as if she'd known the ludicrous song her entire life.

"Ready for a new day, without you..."

Normally, it would've been around the time where Fang would have decided that something was definitely wrong about the proceedings. Unfortunately, however, she was not in the correct state of mind to register how bizarre the situation was. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on the way one looked at it)...her singing voice was surprisingly good, and more than that, there was not an audience to witness said singing.

weep.

[recalls]

The arm around her waist was Vanille's cue to cuddle closer, and she did, half-draping herself across Fang's lap, resting her head against Fang's chest. She'd always been what some people might describe as 'touchy-feely,' especially with Fang, so she didn't register much difference, aside from the fact that it somehow felt more pleasant - warmer, maybe.

When the last notes of Fang's line died out, Vanille came in again with the next.

"I walk, steady on my feet... I talk, my voice obeys me..."

She raised her arms to loop them around Fang's neck, reveling in the pleasant, electric sensation that seemed to occur wherever they touched. She couldn't recall ever feeling like this before, but with her mind made hazy by the flowers and the song, she wasn't in the mood to think on it too much. Whatever it was, it was good, and Fang seemed in a much better mood. Why question it?