I Wish I'd Known Right From The Start That I Was Dancing In The Dark

[sandinmyboots]

Who: Kefka, Lucrecia
What: Lucrecia meets some gods.
Where: Kefka's shop -> the wild
When: After thisWarnings: purple prose, minor nudity, fantasy religion of evil

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[sandinmyboots]

It takes him a minute to strain her voice from the rest. He turns, his thin face still gleaming with the rag's work, his eyes hollow where makeup hid his tiredness before. He smiles as the goddesses quiet to watch their guest; he steps forward, dropping the rag to splat on the floor. He has his bag of supplies in the other hand, clothing and offerings and ethers just in case.

"Lucrecia," he says, his head tilting. He has stopped blinking; Kefka doubts he has need to, with power so close. His clothing is drab, greys and browns and simple; the cloth hides how thin he became, but only just. He does not want to have to undress too much to get ready to manifest.

"Are you ready?" he murmurs as he closes in, looking up at Lucrecia.

[sandinmyboots]

"Hold my hand. We must leave this town, and magic is easiest."

He offers it, thin and pale and what was that in her eyes? He will find it they will tear it out--

[sandinmyboots]

He finishes transcribing her sentance before making another square to overlap.

'WHAT IS THAT????'

"This is what is seen."