Let It Go (FF3 [PG])
Title: Let It Go
Fandom: Final Fantasy III
Rating: PG
Characters: Refia/Desch/Salina
Summary: She hates how their names always follow one another in a sentence as if joined at the consonants.
She remembers Salina lying in a bed crying endless tears. She remembers Desch stepping between her and a monster, drawing his blade and giving her a cheeky wink, assuring her he "had this one". She remembers holding Salina's hand when she told the girl how Desch had jumped into the inferno in the Tower of Owen. She remembers Desch coming for her in Syrcus Tower at the very end.
She remembers dozens of instances of Salina and Desch, their faces--wane smiles, mischievious grins, hopeful eyes, confident stares, soft laughs, loud laughs, open joy, hesitant happiness. Hours of words and shared meals. Shared secrets and watching one another's backs.
There are only three others whom she trusts so greatly as Salina and Desch.
So why... Why does it frustrate her, anger her--hurt her to see them together? To share glances she herself had shared with them once upon a time, to hear their combined laughter and not be part of it, to sit beside them and not have a word to interject. It feels so cattish--she liked them well enough apart. But together she finds she can't stand them--every smile, every touch, every calling of one another's name drives her deeper into this clawing hatred.
She hates to share a room with them when they are together. She hates to recieve their joint letters. She hates how their names always follow one another in a sentence as if joined at the consonants.
It's so silly. It's not like...like...
And when she's alone she puts her face in her hands. She wants to be the one Desch whispers jokes beneath his breath to at the dinner table again. She wants to be the one Salina touches the hand of gently as she imparts silly gossip once more. She wants to be the one they smile at encouragingly.
She wants to mean as much to them as they do to eachother, as they do to her.
When she's alone she puts her face in her hands and murmurs to herself, "Let it go."
Fandom: Final Fantasy III
Rating: PG
Characters: Refia/Desch/Salina
Summary: She hates how their names always follow one another in a sentence as if joined at the consonants.
She remembers Salina lying in a bed crying endless tears. She remembers Desch stepping between her and a monster, drawing his blade and giving her a cheeky wink, assuring her he "had this one". She remembers holding Salina's hand when she told the girl how Desch had jumped into the inferno in the Tower of Owen. She remembers Desch coming for her in Syrcus Tower at the very end.
She remembers dozens of instances of Salina and Desch, their faces--wane smiles, mischievious grins, hopeful eyes, confident stares, soft laughs, loud laughs, open joy, hesitant happiness. Hours of words and shared meals. Shared secrets and watching one another's backs.
There are only three others whom she trusts so greatly as Salina and Desch.
So why... Why does it frustrate her, anger her--hurt her to see them together? To share glances she herself had shared with them once upon a time, to hear their combined laughter and not be part of it, to sit beside them and not have a word to interject. It feels so cattish--she liked them well enough apart. But together she finds she can't stand them--every smile, every touch, every calling of one another's name drives her deeper into this clawing hatred.
She hates to share a room with them when they are together. She hates to recieve their joint letters. She hates how their names always follow one another in a sentence as if joined at the consonants.
It's so silly. It's not like...like...
And when she's alone she puts her face in her hands. She wants to be the one Desch whispers jokes beneath his breath to at the dinner table again. She wants to be the one Salina touches the hand of gently as she imparts silly gossip once more. She wants to be the one they smile at encouragingly.
She wants to mean as much to them as they do to eachother, as they do to her.
When she's alone she puts her face in her hands and murmurs to herself, "Let it go."