Terra and Locke - Ghosts
Title: Ghosts
Theme + Number: 9. Fight
Claim: Terra and Locke (challenge)
Characters/Pairings included: Celes, Rachel
Rating: K+
Warnings: Well... This relating to the prompt made sense in my head...
Summary: Terra doesn't mind ghosts.
There are days when she wonders why Locke chose her, usually when he’s away on business and there’s nothing to do but think while she waits for the candle to burn down before she falls asleep. It’s not that she feels insecure with their relationship; it’s just that her insatiable curiosity about love hasn’t faded and she still finds herself trying to figure out just how it all works.
She thinks she has the answer.
It’s because she’s willing to share.
It’s because, when she walked into that inn in South Figaro, she didn’t ask about the dark haired woman sitting on the bed with Locke’s head in her lap, slowly stroking his hair. The woman had met her eyes and Terra had simply backed out of the room.
Rachel’s ghost appeared less often after Locke set her soul free, but she still came to watch Locke. She stopped touching him, but she still watched.
Terra thought that Celes had been able to sense the ghost, but not see it. And it had driven a wedge between her and Locke that Celes had refused to face. There was a distinct lack of understanding between the two regarding Rachel, which had led to too many hurt feelings and to much anger to surmount.
And somehow, in the middle of it all, Locke fell in love with her.
And though they were together, she had an understanding that the past is still a part of a person. She knew why he was quiet on that one day once a year. She knew that a part of his heart would always belong to Rachel. She wasn’t jealous of the fact.
Sometimes Rachel came when Locke wasn’t home. Terra would glance over her shoulder while scrubbing oatmeal from the breakfast dishes, and see the pale eyes peeping around the corner. The ghost was shy at first, but eventually, she’d watch Terra just as much as Locke. Her visits were still rare, but Terra came to almost expect her; she was almost a friend.
She never told Locke. She thought he knew anyway.
Theme + Number: 9. Fight
Claim: Terra and Locke (challenge)
Characters/Pairings included: Celes, Rachel
Rating: K+
Warnings: Well... This relating to the prompt made sense in my head...
Summary: Terra doesn't mind ghosts.
There are days when she wonders why Locke chose her, usually when he’s away on business and there’s nothing to do but think while she waits for the candle to burn down before she falls asleep. It’s not that she feels insecure with their relationship; it’s just that her insatiable curiosity about love hasn’t faded and she still finds herself trying to figure out just how it all works.
She thinks she has the answer.
It’s because she’s willing to share.
It’s because, when she walked into that inn in South Figaro, she didn’t ask about the dark haired woman sitting on the bed with Locke’s head in her lap, slowly stroking his hair. The woman had met her eyes and Terra had simply backed out of the room.
Rachel’s ghost appeared less often after Locke set her soul free, but she still came to watch Locke. She stopped touching him, but she still watched.
Terra thought that Celes had been able to sense the ghost, but not see it. And it had driven a wedge between her and Locke that Celes had refused to face. There was a distinct lack of understanding between the two regarding Rachel, which had led to too many hurt feelings and to much anger to surmount.
And somehow, in the middle of it all, Locke fell in love with her.
And though they were together, she had an understanding that the past is still a part of a person. She knew why he was quiet on that one day once a year. She knew that a part of his heart would always belong to Rachel. She wasn’t jealous of the fact.
Sometimes Rachel came when Locke wasn’t home. Terra would glance over her shoulder while scrubbing oatmeal from the breakfast dishes, and see the pale eyes peeping around the corner. The ghost was shy at first, but eventually, she’d watch Terra just as much as Locke. Her visits were still rare, but Terra came to almost expect her; she was almost a friend.
She never told Locke. She thought he knew anyway.