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[herald_aros]

Because I happen to fail at the moment (and most of the time, really) and WANT to write but am instead staring at a blank word document, I've decided to do the logical thing and take ficlet prompts. Basically, comment here with a fandom, character/pairing/three-or-moresome/etc, and a prompt. I'll try to write it in a generally timely fashion

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[herald_aros]

Aerith is three, wearing pigtails that Squall and Cloud will tease her for when she goes outside to play. Mother will make her go outside, sometime between lunch and dinner. Right now, though, it’s before lunch and after breakfast

You know, I REALLY hate the character limit

[herald_aros]

Traverse Town is weary and dreary, too dark and too crowded for anything substantial to grow. Aerith misses her plants, misses the way they would seem to talk to and comfort her as her brother drifted farther and farther away. She tries to coax the stones to speak, but they are old and slow and they do not recognize her, she thinks. Aeleus was the rock-child; he could look at a pebble and tell you which river it came from, and how long it had been there, and how to make it shine or glow. Aeleus knew the rocks, the stones, the dirt, the earth, and Aerith envies him that now

3/3

[herald_aros]

It is only shortly after the planters appear that she finds someone stooped over her garden. The plants have grown, grown quickly and grown healthily, and now they reach past Aerith’s ankle. The figure, a large person in a fitted black coat, seems entranced by them; the figure does not move, does not seem to hear Aerith approaching.

Then she gets within touching distance of the figure, and he snaps up, eyes hard as they meet her. Aerith stares.

For a moment, they are both speechless, and then Aerith swallows. She asks, tentatively, not willing to drive this person away even if it costs her the answers to questions that suddenly plague her, “Aeleus?”

It is not, cannot be, but he looks near enough to be another brother of hers. His hair is not quite right, a shade too red, and his eyes are a touch too light, and it had been as scraggly as it seemed to be now, but - but -!

“No,” he says, and his voice is just completely wrong to be coming out of Aeleus’s mouth. “I am not your brother

Re: 3/3

[twit_trisana]

...holy crap I forgot about this. xDD

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 I hadn't realized the prompt was filled 'til I was going through my zillion and a half unopened emails for the past two days *cough* and found these.

And there was was squee. And glee. And EEEEEEEE's.

I love this incoherently. Monosyllabic in unholy places. GaaaaAAAAAaaaaaah.