Final Fantasy IV: Rydia Drake; Envy
Author: Lady
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters/Pairing: Rydia Drake
Prompt: Envy
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy IV or its characters.
Rydia was not a jealous creature. If anything, she was arrogant about herself, and overly so. Rosa was so fine and fair, with golden hair and a lithe frame. The women of Baron often threw themselves into a frenzy about how beautiful the Queen was. Rydia just snorted. Rosa was pretty, but she wasn't her type of pretty. She looked like she would blow away in a stiff breeze.
In contrast, Rydia's beauty was unconventional. It was organic, harsh, like the forests of the maiden kingdom of Troia. Her hair was green, vibrant, her eyes the same color but darker. She was sun-kissed, forever sun-kissed from living underground amongst volcanoes, oceans of lava and insufferable heat. Her frame was strong and smooth, but there was nothing soft about her. She was wild, like the monsters that raised her, and it showed in her demeanor. She was kind, but not kind like Rosa. Rosa was kind from the heart, a genuine type of kind that just came naturally to her. Rydia had to learn to be kind, to show mercy, for no mercy had ever been shown to her.
So she was defensive, and a bit pessimistic. She was judgmental - stupid humans strutting around oblivious and at peace while she tried her best to fit in with them and failed miserably. She considered herself above them, as a Summoner of Myst, as a chosen one of the royal family of summoned monsters. Of course, her friends had helped her get to that point, but she wouldn't have had to if Cecil and Kain hadn't killed her mother. She was still bitter about that.
But overall, Rydia had no reason to envy anyone. She was in a better position than all of them. Cecil and Rosa were dependent on each other, and it was sickening. Edge was a disaster waiting to happen, the twins were too busy trying to figure out puberty, and Edward was still a wimp. He played nice music, but he was a wimp.
The only one she really might have envied was Kain. She wished she could be so absorbed in herself and her own faults that the rest of the world didn't matter. At least maybe then she wouldn't have to put up with vast amounts of failure from her friends and pretend like it was her favorite thing in the world to do.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters/Pairing: Rydia Drake
Prompt: Envy
Word Count: 400
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy IV or its characters.
Rydia was not a jealous creature. If anything, she was arrogant about herself, and overly so. Rosa was so fine and fair, with golden hair and a lithe frame. The women of Baron often threw themselves into a frenzy about how beautiful the Queen was. Rydia just snorted. Rosa was pretty, but she wasn't her type of pretty. She looked like she would blow away in a stiff breeze.
In contrast, Rydia's beauty was unconventional. It was organic, harsh, like the forests of the maiden kingdom of Troia. Her hair was green, vibrant, her eyes the same color but darker. She was sun-kissed, forever sun-kissed from living underground amongst volcanoes, oceans of lava and insufferable heat. Her frame was strong and smooth, but there was nothing soft about her. She was wild, like the monsters that raised her, and it showed in her demeanor. She was kind, but not kind like Rosa. Rosa was kind from the heart, a genuine type of kind that just came naturally to her. Rydia had to learn to be kind, to show mercy, for no mercy had ever been shown to her.
So she was defensive, and a bit pessimistic. She was judgmental - stupid humans strutting around oblivious and at peace while she tried her best to fit in with them and failed miserably. She considered herself above them, as a Summoner of Myst, as a chosen one of the royal family of summoned monsters. Of course, her friends had helped her get to that point, but she wouldn't have had to if Cecil and Kain hadn't killed her mother. She was still bitter about that.
But overall, Rydia had no reason to envy anyone. She was in a better position than all of them. Cecil and Rosa were dependent on each other, and it was sickening. Edge was a disaster waiting to happen, the twins were too busy trying to figure out puberty, and Edward was still a wimp. He played nice music, but he was a wimp.
The only one she really might have envied was Kain. She wished she could be so absorbed in herself and her own faults that the rest of the world didn't matter. At least maybe then she wouldn't have to put up with vast amounts of failure from her friends and pretend like it was her favorite thing in the world to do.