[fanfic] Broken Hearted Girl

To My Selphie,

If you are reading this Selph, then something bad has happened to me.  I just want you to know that I love you always and while you are gonna be hurting for a good long time after this but I hope that you will be able to move on someday.  I want you to know that I will be watching over you always even if I’m not there.  I will always be on your side, no matter what.

Love Always,

Irvine

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[fanfic] A Touch of the Plague

Title: A Touch of the Plague
Characters/Pairings: Selphie, Irvine
Team: Trabia
Rating: G
Word Count: 100

It was official.

Someone had the flu and they decided to give it to Selphie. Selphie being the silly illogical girl that she is, decided it was a good idea to head into work. She had reports to finish after all.

Irvine took one look at her before shaking his head. Scooping the girl into his arms, he marched her right back to her dorm room and plopped her on the bed.

“I’m not that sick,” Selphie protested as the cowboy rifled through her bed-clothes.

“You’re white as a sheet darlin’.”

“So?”

“You’re going to rest.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

[Original] The Mysterious Key

The Mysterious Key

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key.  It was an old key, covered in years of dust and full of what felt like neglect.  The young girl stood in front of an ornately decorated door with an equally neglected lock closing it off from the very world it lived in.  It was a massive door carved with ancient beasts of olden times.  It was located in the centre of a forest, lovingly embraced by tendrils of the greenest ivy Alice had ever laid eyes upon. Continue reading

[Writing] To Battle

Sabin was meditating in the north-eastern parapet of the castle when the clanking of armour came to his ears.  The sun had begun to rise in the west but it vanished as soon as it appeared which was peculiar.  Blue eyes cracked open instantly before the blond was rising to his feet.  Something felt amiss to the monk as he walked quickly to greet the guard.

“What’s happening?” Sabin asked firmly.

“Lord Sabin,” the guard breathed out.  “Dragons from the West!  Thousands of them!”

Sabin’s eyes were wide in surprise.  He hadn’t been expecting an attack on the castle this soon.  Things had been surprisingly peaceful after they’d ridden their home of Kefka.  The Prince had even taken the time to explore unknown territory with Locke as he knelt down and picked up the Godhand he’d received from Memoria.  He was pulling the straps of the weapon on tightly before checking his armour.  Everything felt more or less in place as Sabin raced off toward the Western Wall of Figaro.

“Wake Edgar!  I’m heading out there!”

He had to get out there and try to buy Edgar time to rouse the Army so they could protect the castle and the town that was nestled around the city.  He’d put Duncan’s training to good use as his long strides carried him effortlessly through the pathways of the castle he knew so well.  There was a hidden passage that led to the Western wall nearby as he dipped down the pathway.  He could hear the roaring through the thick walls as he willed his legs to pump harder, carry him to the outside to start fighting the monsters off.

The door was in sight in what felt like hours later as Sabin quickly threw the door open and launched himself at the Dragons.  He unleashed an Aura Cannon at the villains before himself as his hands wrapped around the neck of one of the beasts only to have the beast wrap its mighty maw around Sabin’s leg with a sickening crunch.  The Prince merely grunted before he began to pummel the monster with his raging fists.

“You won’t get near them as long as there’s breath remaining in me!”

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Fandom: Final Fantasy 6

Characters: Sabin

Word Count: 367

Prompt: no prompt

[Writing] Dull

Dull

A little girl sat in the warm room with dull green eyes.  Her brown hair was matted and her dirt-smudged nose was pointed toward the ground.  A blanket wrapped around her shoulders did little to stop the trembling that was coursing through her body.

“What’s her name?” A gentle voice asked from the hallway.

“She won’t speak,” a clerk supplied to the raven haired woman.

“Let me speak with her,” the kindly woman demanded.

The woman opened the door and knelt before the girl.  “Tell me little one, what’s your name?”

Tears formed in those eyes once again.

“S-Selphie.”

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Fandom: Final Fantasy 8

Characters: Selphie, Edea

Word Count: 100

Prompt: Empty