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femslashficlets2015-09-17 01:17 am
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Kiss of Snow
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #024 - kiss
Word Count: 200
It should not have been a surprise to Terra, to find that Celes kissed like snow - and yet it was.
Celes was a battle-hardened general. Surrounded by men who rarely took her or her skill seriously, she almost never smiled, almost never showed what she thought or felt unless she was prepared to back it with steel.
And yet when she kissed Terra the first time, it was soft and cool as a snowflake landing on her lips. No hard edges - no ice - no force. She didn't hold Terra's chin, or in any way make it seem that she wouldn't immediately accept a backing-away as a refusal of contact.
Kissing her, Terra found, was like sinking into a snowbank; the snow gave way and yet shaped itself around her, and so did Celes' embrace. Never gripping, only supporting. It was as if Celes' arms knew the shape of her.
Terra had not kissed many people. Or any, if one added the qualifier 'willingly'. She'd been kissed, held, bound. Celes probably knew that, or could easily guess. But there was nothing of overt caution in Celes' arms. She was as she was, always simply being her truest self.
Pairing: Celes/Terra
Rating: G
Prompt: #024 - kiss
Word Count: 200
It should not have been a surprise to Terra, to find that Celes kissed like snow - and yet it was.
Celes was a battle-hardened general. Surrounded by men who rarely took her or her skill seriously, she almost never smiled, almost never showed what she thought or felt unless she was prepared to back it with steel.
And yet when she kissed Terra the first time, it was soft and cool as a snowflake landing on her lips. No hard edges - no ice - no force. She didn't hold Terra's chin, or in any way make it seem that she wouldn't immediately accept a backing-away as a refusal of contact.
Kissing her, Terra found, was like sinking into a snowbank; the snow gave way and yet shaped itself around her, and so did Celes' embrace. Never gripping, only supporting. It was as if Celes' arms knew the shape of her.
Terra had not kissed many people. Or any, if one added the qualifier 'willingly'. She'd been kissed, held, bound. Celes probably knew that, or could easily guess. But there was nothing of overt caution in Celes' arms. She was as she was, always simply being her truest self.