Another of the belated meme drabbles.
Again, many apologies for this being so horrendously late. I hope the fic quality makes up for it, but I'm not quite sure it does. D=
For: aphelion_orion
Meme: link
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till The End Of Time
Warning: Possible spoilers.
They'd taken to world hopping, because it seemed neither of them could stay out of trouble long enough for it to be worth sticking around anywhere (he could have said "Albel couldn't stay out of trouble," but Fayt admitted that on at least a few occasions it had been his own fault they'd been kicked off-world, though he couldn't always say exactly why). This week's planet was still technically "under-developed" and had only just been admitted into the Federation. This meant that though their industry was currently advancing by leaps and bounds thanks to the Federation's economic aid, most people were still using in their daily lives technology that on Earth would only be found in a museum.
And Fayt, much to his delight, had found an arcade. A real, old-fashioned arcade where the controls are buttons and the games are on a screen instead of a virtual-reality world. Games where things bleeped and chirped and the music was dorky and the avatars were only 64-bit. It was probably outdated even by this world's standards, but Fayt thought it was fantastic.
Albel, needless to say, was somewhat less enthralled. After ten minutes of boredom, he materialized behind Fayt - who was engrossed in a particularly ancient and cheesy game - and avoided looking at the screen as though doing so would give someone grounds to accuse him of actually playing, and enjoying it to boot. "What are you doing, maggot?"
Fayt moved his character to the next platform and dodged an errant fireball. "It's a video game."
The swordsman made a condescending sort of noise with his tongue. "Video games are stupid."
"Technically," said Fayt mildly, pressing buttons without pause, "we're a video game."
"I rest my case."
Fayt finished the level and stepped back from the console, gesturing to it with one hand. "Come on, just try it. It's got lots of fighting."
"Pah. Why would you want to do something on a computer screen that you can do in real life?"
"Well, the point is usually that you can do things in a video game that you can't do in real life."
"Everything I want to do I can do in real life."
Fayt thought about that for a minute. "There's nothing you wish you could have but don't?"
"What do you mean, worm?" Albel growled.
A slow, uncomfortably cunning smile spread across the younger's lips. "You don't find there's something missing from your life?" he asked innocently, "Perhaps something like this?" And with that, he grabbed the chain on the band around Albel's neck, yanked him forward and kissed him hard.
Anyone else might have been decapitated within seconds. There were only two things that prevented Fayt from meeting this end: 1) he was Fayt; and 2) security hadn't allowed Albel to bring his sword into the complex. As it was, Fayt Leingod suddenly found himself on the business end of a rather intimidating claw.
"What are you doing, worm?!"
And Fayt, instead of looking at all concerned for his physical well-being, regarded Albel with what looked suspiciously like a smirk. "Not missing anything like that, Albel?"
Albel regarded him carefully, claw gripping him around the neck just tight enough to be a warning but without doing any actual damage. Fayt stared unflinchingly back up at him as Albel searched his face for meaning.
"Don't presume to know me."
"I don't. That's half the fun."
Albel couldn't tell if he was lying or not. He suddenly realized that he didn't really know Fayt either, not at all. And that, he decided as he pushed Fayt up against the outdated arcade console and kissed him even more deeply than before, was probably half the fun as well.
For: aphelion_orion
Meme: link
Fandom: Star Ocean III: Till The End Of Time
Warning: Possible spoilers.
They'd taken to world hopping, because it seemed neither of them could stay out of trouble long enough for it to be worth sticking around anywhere (he could have said "Albel couldn't stay out of trouble," but Fayt admitted that on at least a few occasions it had been his own fault they'd been kicked off-world, though he couldn't always say exactly why). This week's planet was still technically "under-developed" and had only just been admitted into the Federation. This meant that though their industry was currently advancing by leaps and bounds thanks to the Federation's economic aid, most people were still using in their daily lives technology that on Earth would only be found in a museum.
And Fayt, much to his delight, had found an arcade. A real, old-fashioned arcade where the controls are buttons and the games are on a screen instead of a virtual-reality world. Games where things bleeped and chirped and the music was dorky and the avatars were only 64-bit. It was probably outdated even by this world's standards, but Fayt thought it was fantastic.
Albel, needless to say, was somewhat less enthralled. After ten minutes of boredom, he materialized behind Fayt - who was engrossed in a particularly ancient and cheesy game - and avoided looking at the screen as though doing so would give someone grounds to accuse him of actually playing, and enjoying it to boot. "What are you doing, maggot?"
Fayt moved his character to the next platform and dodged an errant fireball. "It's a video game."
The swordsman made a condescending sort of noise with his tongue. "Video games are stupid."
"Technically," said Fayt mildly, pressing buttons without pause, "we're a video game."
"I rest my case."
Fayt finished the level and stepped back from the console, gesturing to it with one hand. "Come on, just try it. It's got lots of fighting."
"Pah. Why would you want to do something on a computer screen that you can do in real life?"
"Well, the point is usually that you can do things in a video game that you can't do in real life."
"Everything I want to do I can do in real life."
Fayt thought about that for a minute. "There's nothing you wish you could have but don't?"
"What do you mean, worm?" Albel growled.
A slow, uncomfortably cunning smile spread across the younger's lips. "You don't find there's something missing from your life?" he asked innocently, "Perhaps something like this?" And with that, he grabbed the chain on the band around Albel's neck, yanked him forward and kissed him hard.
Anyone else might have been decapitated within seconds. There were only two things that prevented Fayt from meeting this end: 1) he was Fayt; and 2) security hadn't allowed Albel to bring his sword into the complex. As it was, Fayt Leingod suddenly found himself on the business end of a rather intimidating claw.
"What are you doing, worm?!"
And Fayt, instead of looking at all concerned for his physical well-being, regarded Albel with what looked suspiciously like a smirk. "Not missing anything like that, Albel?"
Albel regarded him carefully, claw gripping him around the neck just tight enough to be a warning but without doing any actual damage. Fayt stared unflinchingly back up at him as Albel searched his face for meaning.
"Don't presume to know me."
"I don't. That's half the fun."
Albel couldn't tell if he was lying or not. He suddenly realized that he didn't really know Fayt either, not at all. And that, he decided as he pushed Fayt up against the outdated arcade console and kissed him even more deeply than before, was probably half the fun as well.