Title: Adrift
Fandom: Final Fantasy VI
For:
ukefied, prompt it's dark, it's cold, and it's fading.
Characters: Locke, Edgar
Rating: PG
Warning: Makes flat zero sense if Edgar is your team leader in the Phoenix Cave, but... uh... heh?
Wordcount: 100. Not 101, not 99, 100.
Summary: Desert Kings? Yeah, my hunch is that they don't swim too good.
They were on the beach, waterlogged, but alive. He wondered what had become of the others - his friends, his brother - and what would become of them. He looked to his savior, for he certainly hadn’t dragged himself out of the ocean.
“Now what?”
Locke shook his head. “I can’t.”
“After all you’ve been through,” Edgar told him, “you cannot simply walk away.”
“Watch me.”
The worst of it was not drowning - he barely remembered that, save for the fading scratch in his lungs. No, the worst of it was the sheer, crushing hopelessness of the first night after the fall.