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FIC: Face Card [Final Fantasy VI – Celes / Terra (All Ages)]
Title: Face Card
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes / Terra
Rating: All Ages
Prompt: 013 – Luck
Word Count: 375
Summary: No spell exists for changing the luck of the draw.
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Leave it to Setzer to have a deck of cards crafted entirely from Mithril, Terra thought, but ... it does make for good magic practice. She and Celes had started up a game of two-player Solitaire – Locke called it Patience, but he had a different understanding of the basic rules – in one of the private rooms on the Falcon, but they had decided to play using no hands, preferring instead to use only their magic to flip the cards. Terra quickly discovered that controlling fire to the fine degree required to reduce it to the smallest puff of hot air asked for a level of mastery that she had not yet achieved.
Despite that, she had a lead in the number of cards she had managed to relegate to their appropriate stacks, and Celes seemed to have the same issues manipulating cold that Terra had manipulating heat, prompting the former General to ask, raising a brow at the situation on the table between them, "Have you decided what you want from me if you win this?" They had agreed from the start that there should be a wager, but they had figured that they could decide on their bets in the course of the game, since they had nothing formal at stake and were not exactly playing in the official Vector league.
"Spend the night in my room?" Terra asked, not looking up from her cards. A minor request, perhaps. Celes, despite the affection that had blossomed between them, preferred to sleep alone. Years of military life, she had explained, years of being more or less isolated from normal human interaction. She had difficulty closing her eyes if she detected anybody in her vicinity, and Terra could not blame her for that, but she also felt that her partner could at least do with a snuggle once in a while. After all, she had been the same way as Celes, once, and she had gradually overcome that.
"You would be so lucky," Celes replied, her voice soft. Assent, implied, never openly stated – that was how she was. And Terra smiled at that, making a small gesture that flipped her next card ... past Celes, off the table, onto the floor. Not quite there yet.
END.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes / Terra
Rating: All Ages
Prompt: 013 – Luck
Word Count: 375
Summary: No spell exists for changing the luck of the draw.
* * * *
Leave it to Setzer to have a deck of cards crafted entirely from Mithril, Terra thought, but ... it does make for good magic practice. She and Celes had started up a game of two-player Solitaire – Locke called it Patience, but he had a different understanding of the basic rules – in one of the private rooms on the Falcon, but they had decided to play using no hands, preferring instead to use only their magic to flip the cards. Terra quickly discovered that controlling fire to the fine degree required to reduce it to the smallest puff of hot air asked for a level of mastery that she had not yet achieved.
Despite that, she had a lead in the number of cards she had managed to relegate to their appropriate stacks, and Celes seemed to have the same issues manipulating cold that Terra had manipulating heat, prompting the former General to ask, raising a brow at the situation on the table between them, "Have you decided what you want from me if you win this?" They had agreed from the start that there should be a wager, but they had figured that they could decide on their bets in the course of the game, since they had nothing formal at stake and were not exactly playing in the official Vector league.
"Spend the night in my room?" Terra asked, not looking up from her cards. A minor request, perhaps. Celes, despite the affection that had blossomed between them, preferred to sleep alone. Years of military life, she had explained, years of being more or less isolated from normal human interaction. She had difficulty closing her eyes if she detected anybody in her vicinity, and Terra could not blame her for that, but she also felt that her partner could at least do with a snuggle once in a while. After all, she had been the same way as Celes, once, and she had gradually overcome that.
"You would be so lucky," Celes replied, her voice soft. Assent, implied, never openly stated – that was how she was. And Terra smiled at that, making a small gesture that flipped her next card ... past Celes, off the table, onto the floor. Not quite there yet.
END.