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[FF6] #002/#020 - Therapeutic Destruction
Title: Therapeutic Destruction
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: PG
Prompt: #002 - Break (#020 Remainder)
Word Count: 300
Summary: The Returners came for the meeting. Terra came for the crown.
They waited until the others had filed out, toward the fight ahead. Terra because she had unfinished business; Celes because Terra. She wasn't entirely sure what Terra was after, but she'd seen the way Terra sat so stiffly during the meeting. Fear. Though fear of what, Celes couldn't guess.
When Arvis approached with gentleness rather than puzzlement, Celes gathered they'd met before. This house, then, she guessed. Word had gotten around that Terra had been 'kidnapped' by a Narshe resident. Of course, knowing what Terra could do made such a story utterly implausible.
"What is it?" asked Arvis carefully.
"Do you have...it?" asked Terra nervously, and Celes kept her expression neutral. Of course. The slave crown.
Arvis nodded. "Didn't want to throw it away in case someone could figure out how to fix it."
Terra tried to stand straighter, but the attempt at imperiousness failed to cover her agitation. "May...may I have it?"
Arvis just nodded, and went to retrieve it. It wasn't an unlovely thing to look at. An almost delicate circlet, silver and gold and what looked like gemstones. That several were cracked and blackened revealed their true nature; neural dampeners.
Terra accepted it, and gave Celes a defiant look. As if she thought Celes might disapprove. Or want to take the crown from her.
Celes just shook her head slightly. Everyone had to break their own chains. Even, and especially, those in the mind. She set her own hands over Terra's, an offer to help, an offer to support.
Arvis stood back as the delicate-looking Terra crushed what was left of the slave crown between her hands, the sharp crack of breaking circuits and snapped metal. Fire bloomed in her hands as she melted the broken thing into a solid, fused mass.
"Be free, Terra," Celes murmured.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: PG
Prompt: #002 - Break (#020 Remainder)
Word Count: 300
Summary: The Returners came for the meeting. Terra came for the crown.
They waited until the others had filed out, toward the fight ahead. Terra because she had unfinished business; Celes because Terra. She wasn't entirely sure what Terra was after, but she'd seen the way Terra sat so stiffly during the meeting. Fear. Though fear of what, Celes couldn't guess.
When Arvis approached with gentleness rather than puzzlement, Celes gathered they'd met before. This house, then, she guessed. Word had gotten around that Terra had been 'kidnapped' by a Narshe resident. Of course, knowing what Terra could do made such a story utterly implausible.
"What is it?" asked Arvis carefully.
"Do you have...it?" asked Terra nervously, and Celes kept her expression neutral. Of course. The slave crown.
Arvis nodded. "Didn't want to throw it away in case someone could figure out how to fix it."
Terra tried to stand straighter, but the attempt at imperiousness failed to cover her agitation. "May...may I have it?"
Arvis just nodded, and went to retrieve it. It wasn't an unlovely thing to look at. An almost delicate circlet, silver and gold and what looked like gemstones. That several were cracked and blackened revealed their true nature; neural dampeners.
Terra accepted it, and gave Celes a defiant look. As if she thought Celes might disapprove. Or want to take the crown from her.
Celes just shook her head slightly. Everyone had to break their own chains. Even, and especially, those in the mind. She set her own hands over Terra's, an offer to help, an offer to support.
Arvis stood back as the delicate-looking Terra crushed what was left of the slave crown between her hands, the sharp crack of breaking circuits and snapped metal. Fire bloomed in her hands as she melted the broken thing into a solid, fused mass.
"Be free, Terra," Celes murmured.