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[304] Sense (Star Ocean 3)
Title: Sense
Fandom: Star Ocean: Til the End of Time
Pairing: Nel/Clair
Rating: AA
Prompt: Denial
Word Count: 300
Summary: Clair has tried, again, to explain things to Adray, again.
Note: -
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"I explained it to him again," Clair said flatly as she sat down beside Nel and then glanced over at the dagger Nel was carefully cleaning and polishing.
"It didn't go any better, did it?" Nel questioned. The perfect amount of oil kept the blade in excellent condition, and she'd already taken care of a couple of tiny nicks before beginning the entire cleaning process. Clair had seen her do it time and again, and it remained a beautiful act of care and concentration, which she knew she was interrupting.
"It did not," Clair replied, sighing. She held out her hand, unsure if she'd get Nel's fingers twined with hers or a dagger offered. "He seems to be in a very special state of denial and all I can hope for is that he gets assigned to another continent, possibly for a decade."
She received Nel's fingers, not the dagger, though she suspected it could have gone either way. Nel's hand was warm and mildly oily, which was the obvious hazard, but Clair didn't mind.
"If only my father was here to talk some sense into him..."
"A long talk," Clair noted. She loved her father, but he was just so... Himself, she supposed. He had his ideas and they had nothing to do with hers. It should honestly have been more infuriating except they'd been doing the same dance for so long that it felt almost comfortable. Unfortunately.
"A very long talk." Nel laughed and squeezed Clair's hand. "With a few stops to drink along the way."
More than Clair wanted to think about, she was sure. But she was smiling again, which was good. She'd keep trying.
Eventually, her father would understand that she wasn't about to marry anyone he brought home.
And if not--
Nel had blades.
Fandom: Star Ocean: Til the End of Time
Pairing: Nel/Clair
Rating: AA
Prompt: Denial
Word Count: 300
Summary: Clair has tried, again, to explain things to Adray, again.
Note: -
--
"I explained it to him again," Clair said flatly as she sat down beside Nel and then glanced over at the dagger Nel was carefully cleaning and polishing.
"It didn't go any better, did it?" Nel questioned. The perfect amount of oil kept the blade in excellent condition, and she'd already taken care of a couple of tiny nicks before beginning the entire cleaning process. Clair had seen her do it time and again, and it remained a beautiful act of care and concentration, which she knew she was interrupting.
"It did not," Clair replied, sighing. She held out her hand, unsure if she'd get Nel's fingers twined with hers or a dagger offered. "He seems to be in a very special state of denial and all I can hope for is that he gets assigned to another continent, possibly for a decade."
She received Nel's fingers, not the dagger, though she suspected it could have gone either way. Nel's hand was warm and mildly oily, which was the obvious hazard, but Clair didn't mind.
"If only my father was here to talk some sense into him..."
"A long talk," Clair noted. She loved her father, but he was just so... Himself, she supposed. He had his ideas and they had nothing to do with hers. It should honestly have been more infuriating except they'd been doing the same dance for so long that it felt almost comfortable. Unfortunately.
"A very long talk." Nel laughed and squeezed Clair's hand. "With a few stops to drink along the way."
More than Clair wanted to think about, she was sure. But she was smiling again, which was good. She'd keep trying.
Eventually, her father would understand that she wasn't about to marry anyone he brought home.
And if not--
Nel had blades.