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FF6: Seeds In The Barren Garden (Home)
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larathiaTitle: Seeds in the Barren Garden
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #19 - Home (#60 - Remainder)
Word Count: 200
Imperial Generals did not have homes. Celes was fairly sure this was true. Kefka certainly hadn't. Leo'd never found the time. Terra had had no choice in the matter and Celes had been as busy as Leo. Really, it'd never crossed her mind.
Which was probably a good thing, because Mobliz - sans all the adults and about half the buildings - was not what she would have pictured as being 'home' anyway.
But what made a home was love, and Terra had that in spades. For Celes, for all the orphans, for all the world. It took frightened orphan children in a disaster zone of a town and planted gardens, herded chocobos. Repaired roofs and mended fences. And all right, hands and sturdy backs had a role to play too, but it was powered by love.
Terra's love made sitting wrapped in a chocobo-down blanket by a fire, enough children piled on her to make it a feat just to shift position, the most strangely comforting sensation Celes could remember. It made hearing the same bedtime story told for the forty-ninth time something to smile over.
It made no sense to Celes, but to Terra, it didn't have to.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #19 - Home (#60 - Remainder)
Word Count: 200
Imperial Generals did not have homes. Celes was fairly sure this was true. Kefka certainly hadn't. Leo'd never found the time. Terra had had no choice in the matter and Celes had been as busy as Leo. Really, it'd never crossed her mind.
Which was probably a good thing, because Mobliz - sans all the adults and about half the buildings - was not what she would have pictured as being 'home' anyway.
But what made a home was love, and Terra had that in spades. For Celes, for all the orphans, for all the world. It took frightened orphan children in a disaster zone of a town and planted gardens, herded chocobos. Repaired roofs and mended fences. And all right, hands and sturdy backs had a role to play too, but it was powered by love.
Terra's love made sitting wrapped in a chocobo-down blanket by a fire, enough children piled on her to make it a feat just to shift position, the most strangely comforting sensation Celes could remember. It made hearing the same bedtime story told for the forty-ninth time something to smile over.
It made no sense to Celes, but to Terra, it didn't have to.
