[Fanfic] Departure -- Final Fantasy Tactics; Delita x Alma
Title: Departure
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Characters: Alma Beoulve, Delita Heiral/Hyral
Genre: Romance
Warning: My first attempt at Delita x Alma ever, even though it's a major OTP of mine. So fail!drabbles ftw.
Note: This was written impromptu for Aly, aka Alma-mun in Aegean, and...soon-to-be Valmafra-mun in Kingdoms (hopefully!)
They had all thought that Ramza was the last person Delita saw, stealing into his room before sneaking out into the night. He was closest to him, after all...they were joined at the hip, reading, speaking, sleeping, and even eating together, so long as anyone could remember. They were brothers, torn by blood, separated by rank. Surely, a man who was not dead would have seen him first...
No. Ramza was never aware of it.
But what they didn't know was that there was another he had seen. A final face who he could only see in sleep, watching her chest rise and fall with the sounds of her breathing.
The whisper of his goodbye was soft, and the touch against her face tender, even though his face was unreadable as ever, anger still boiling in his gut. Teta was gone, but yet she still remained. The one woman who cared for her just as much as he, if not more.
And...
There were words unheard to any but her, and soon he was gone, out the window and into the night, never to be seen on the Beoulve property again.
But what Delita never realized was that Alma Beoulve knew how to fake sleep, and heard every word he had spoken.
It was all she could do not to run after him...but in the end, all she could do was cry.
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Characters: Alma Beoulve, Delita Heiral/Hyral
Genre: Romance
Warning: My first attempt at Delita x Alma ever, even though it's a major OTP of mine. So fail!drabbles ftw.
Note: This was written impromptu for Aly, aka Alma-mun in Aegean, and...soon-to-be Valmafra-mun in Kingdoms (hopefully!)
They had all thought that Ramza was the last person Delita saw, stealing into his room before sneaking out into the night. He was closest to him, after all...they were joined at the hip, reading, speaking, sleeping, and even eating together, so long as anyone could remember. They were brothers, torn by blood, separated by rank. Surely, a man who was not dead would have seen him first...
No. Ramza was never aware of it.
But what they didn't know was that there was another he had seen. A final face who he could only see in sleep, watching her chest rise and fall with the sounds of her breathing.
The whisper of his goodbye was soft, and the touch against her face tender, even though his face was unreadable as ever, anger still boiling in his gut. Teta was gone, but yet she still remained. The one woman who cared for her just as much as he, if not more.
And...
There were words unheard to any but her, and soon he was gone, out the window and into the night, never to be seen on the Beoulve property again.
But what Delita never realized was that Alma Beoulve knew how to fake sleep, and heard every word he had spoken.
It was all she could do not to run after him...but in the end, all she could do was cry.