Final Fantasy IX. Vivi. Rain + Lovers.
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dagas_isaTitle: Holding On
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Characters: Vivi, Beatrix, Kuja
Prompt: Rain
Word Count: 242
Rating: G
Summary: In a heavy rain, sometimes important things slip away.
Author's Notes: Spoilers for the end of disc 1.
Vivi lays on the ground, like the rest of them, only a spark away from death. Beatrix could kill them at any time, but she doesn't. Her deeds have been terrible enough already, she can't compound her sins by killing foes already vanquished.
If she can't though, the man who arrive can. He looks out of place in the rain, his dress and hair too pretty to stand the Burmecian rain. He stares at the vanquished in turn. Quina. Freya. Vivi. Zidane. Vivi knows that one spell from him would kill them all. It's hard enough to hold onto even the flat ground while the water beats down on him.
Kuja stares at him for an instance, probing Vivi for his secrets. A doll, like the black mages, but not fighting for them. It seems like Kuja knows exactly who and what Vivi is, and who created him. Even as afraid as the little black mage is, if he had the strength, he'd run to Kuja, just to ask.
The rain continues on though, each drop weighing down on his body, flowing down and puddling around him, giving him no place to grip. Answers and questions slipped out of his grasp.
So Vivi watches helplessly as Kuja flips his hair and saunters off towards his dragons. Mercifully, they all live, but somehow Vivi regrets not being able to find his answer, even though it was only a couple feet away from him.
Title: Be My Bride
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Characters: Vivi/Quina (sorta)
Prompt: Lovers
Word Count: 496
Rating: G
Summary: Vivi agrees to undergo the dwarves bonding ceremony, with Quina.
Author's Notes: If it's any comfort, I'm probably more disturbed writing about it than you are reading it. =P
"Why don't you get married too?"
The suggestion seemed simple enough. As Zidane and Dagger had said earlier, the marriages existed only to pass to the black mage village. They didn't love each other, just as Vivi didn't love Quina. Him. Her. It.
Vivi always did what Zidane suggested, a mysterious compulsion of his to be sure. And besides, the dwarves and their life seemed fun, with the "Rally ho!" and all. The rowdy happy group crowded around the bridge thrilled Vivi, even as it embarrassed him. Quina made a blissful-looking bride. Groom, as "she" and Vivi walked to the bridge.
David Heavenguard, looking very priestly and also very dwarfly, stepped up to the bridge to wish the couple happiness in their matrimonial bliss. Vivi and Quina took their vows there.
"Speerits o' the moontain, Speerits o' the wood..."
It seemed like a good idea, like fun. Normal people got married all the time, so Vivi could at least do one thing like Zidane and Dagger.
"Watch ower this man an' woman as they begin their journey..."
But Quina? Sure "she" reminded him a bit of his Grandpa. The Qu's features reminded him a bit of home, yet Vivi could never get past the simplicity of the Qu's hunger, or the habit it occasionally had of snatching a near-dead monster in its jaws.
"...In sickness an' in health..."
Could he care about an eating machine? Vivi, self-aware as he was, still didn't know if he even had a heart, much less someone he had only just be a while ago and had nothing akin to a real conversation yet.
"...Have the strength to carry ye through the trials..."
He could though, he didn't have too, but beyond the spells, beyond whatever programming made him, he had the feelings. He cared about his companions and what happened to them. So why couldn't he care about a gourmand.
"...An' the wisdom tae follow the path..."
Of course, the path. They wanted to follow a path that only couple tied together by honored tradition to cross. Vivi stood here with Quina not out of a desire to be bonded, but a desire to discover, to simply see and know more.
"May the blessin's o' heaven be upon this man an' woman!"
Discovery, seeing, knowing, feeling. He wanted to know what it was like to be a person, a real person, and this was part of it. He wavered, unsure of what to do now. Zidane had recommended kissing, but Vivi didn't relish becoming Quina's late afternoon snack, nor did he want to wrap his mind around how exactly he was expected to kiss without lips.
Shouts of joy rose from the dwarven audience, and Vivi cheered along even as he spirited out to talk to the twins about getting access to the mountain path. Quina though stayed behind sniffing around. Faintly, he heard the gourmand's voice speaking up.
"This is wedding, why are there no yummy-yums?"
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Characters: Vivi, Beatrix, Kuja
Prompt: Rain
Word Count: 242
Rating: G
Summary: In a heavy rain, sometimes important things slip away.
Author's Notes: Spoilers for the end of disc 1.
Vivi lays on the ground, like the rest of them, only a spark away from death. Beatrix could kill them at any time, but she doesn't. Her deeds have been terrible enough already, she can't compound her sins by killing foes already vanquished.
If she can't though, the man who arrive can. He looks out of place in the rain, his dress and hair too pretty to stand the Burmecian rain. He stares at the vanquished in turn. Quina. Freya. Vivi. Zidane. Vivi knows that one spell from him would kill them all. It's hard enough to hold onto even the flat ground while the water beats down on him.
Kuja stares at him for an instance, probing Vivi for his secrets. A doll, like the black mages, but not fighting for them. It seems like Kuja knows exactly who and what Vivi is, and who created him. Even as afraid as the little black mage is, if he had the strength, he'd run to Kuja, just to ask.
The rain continues on though, each drop weighing down on his body, flowing down and puddling around him, giving him no place to grip. Answers and questions slipped out of his grasp.
So Vivi watches helplessly as Kuja flips his hair and saunters off towards his dragons. Mercifully, they all live, but somehow Vivi regrets not being able to find his answer, even though it was only a couple feet away from him.
Title: Be My Bride
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Characters: Vivi/Quina (sorta)
Prompt: Lovers
Word Count: 496
Rating: G
Summary: Vivi agrees to undergo the dwarves bonding ceremony, with Quina.
Author's Notes: If it's any comfort, I'm probably more disturbed writing about it than you are reading it. =P
"Why don't you get married too?"
The suggestion seemed simple enough. As Zidane and Dagger had said earlier, the marriages existed only to pass to the black mage village. They didn't love each other, just as Vivi didn't love Quina. Him. Her. It.
Vivi always did what Zidane suggested, a mysterious compulsion of his to be sure. And besides, the dwarves and their life seemed fun, with the "Rally ho!" and all. The rowdy happy group crowded around the bridge thrilled Vivi, even as it embarrassed him. Quina made a blissful-looking bride. Groom, as "she" and Vivi walked to the bridge.
David Heavenguard, looking very priestly and also very dwarfly, stepped up to the bridge to wish the couple happiness in their matrimonial bliss. Vivi and Quina took their vows there.
"Speerits o' the moontain, Speerits o' the wood..."
It seemed like a good idea, like fun. Normal people got married all the time, so Vivi could at least do one thing like Zidane and Dagger.
"Watch ower this man an' woman as they begin their journey..."
But Quina? Sure "she" reminded him a bit of his Grandpa. The Qu's features reminded him a bit of home, yet Vivi could never get past the simplicity of the Qu's hunger, or the habit it occasionally had of snatching a near-dead monster in its jaws.
"...In sickness an' in health..."
Could he care about an eating machine? Vivi, self-aware as he was, still didn't know if he even had a heart, much less someone he had only just be a while ago and had nothing akin to a real conversation yet.
"...Have the strength to carry ye through the trials..."
He could though, he didn't have too, but beyond the spells, beyond whatever programming made him, he had the feelings. He cared about his companions and what happened to them. So why couldn't he care about a gourmand.
"...An' the wisdom tae follow the path..."
Of course, the path. They wanted to follow a path that only couple tied together by honored tradition to cross. Vivi stood here with Quina not out of a desire to be bonded, but a desire to discover, to simply see and know more.
"May the blessin's o' heaven be upon this man an' woman!"
Discovery, seeing, knowing, feeling. He wanted to know what it was like to be a person, a real person, and this was part of it. He wavered, unsure of what to do now. Zidane had recommended kissing, but Vivi didn't relish becoming Quina's late afternoon snack, nor did he want to wrap his mind around how exactly he was expected to kiss without lips.
Shouts of joy rose from the dwarven audience, and Vivi cheered along even as he spirited out to talk to the twins about getting access to the mountain path. Quina though stayed behind sniffing around. Faintly, he heard the gourmand's voice speaking up.
"This is wedding, why are there no yummy-yums?"
