FF6: Miracles (Celes/Terra)

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Title: Miracles
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: PG
Prompt: #13 - Luck
Word Count: 100

"Do you ever think about how impossible we are?" asked Terra, leaning back.

Celes put her arms around Terra, obliging. "A miracle is what seems impossible, but happens anyway. If we're going to count the miracles we've lived through, we will be here till dawn."

Terra tilted her head back, grinning up at Celes. "That's what I mean. It's impossible. All of it. But it happened."

"I wouldn't discount our choices along the way," Celes pointed out, kissing Terra's nose. "On the whole, I do not believe in luck. But I have come to wonder if Luck believes in us."

FF6: The Inner Face (Celes/Terra)

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Title: The Inner Face
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #015 - Mask
Word Count: 100

"I wouldn't," Terra warned.

Celes picked up the mask anyway. Shadow had several, she knew. Cloth could absorb only so much blood, sweat and spit before even the hardiest soul was driven to wash it. This one was practically rigid with it.

"I could set it on fire?" Terra offered hopefully, wrinkling her nose.

"No," sighed Celes, and tossed it toward the shore of the lake, where it had been before the wind caught it. "Let him wash it. I think it does not hide as much as he hopes it does."

"Masks rarely do," Terra agreed. "But still. Ew."

FF6: Uncertain Motive (Celes/Terra)

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Title: Uncertain Motive
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #016 - Outsider POV
Word Count: 100

"Don't," warned Cyan calmly.

"But - Terra's still getting her memories back, and Kefka -" Locke began.

"Kefka is a madman," said Cyan with absolute certainty. "Terra trusts her."

"That's the problem," sighed Locke. "She doesn't know. She doesn't remember yet. But we do. I'm glad Celes changed sides, but she's still the Butcher of Maranda."

"Whom you have also promised to protect," Cyan observed. "It would seem that in protecting each other, they halve your workload."

Locke rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't sure what he really thought of Celes, yet. "But-"

"Don't," reepated Cyan, firmly.