Day He Gave It All Away (FF6 [G])
Title: Day He Gave It All Away
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Rating: G
Characters: Edgar, Head Priestess
Summary: "You know neither of us ever wanted to be king."
"The King is dead."
Edgar closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Father... He showed no more emotion than that. Now was not the time to cry. The future of Figaro was in question. And...Sabin had been sulking down in the engine room where he thought nobody knew he went all day. It was not...the most ideal of situations.
"He wished for you two to rule together as his last command," the head Priestess informed him, not for the first time. Standing by his desk he marched one of the paperweights across it like a knight on a chocobo. "You know neither of us ever wanted to be king," he reminded her, buying time. It'd come too soon, happened all too fast. Father gone and now it was all down to Sabin and him. This had all come too soon.
"If you two don't the Empire will take us all." The Priestess's words were like little barbs--they pricked and ran light scratches down his skin, drawing trace amounts of blood. The Empire... He set down his paperweight and picked up another more to his liking--this one was green and shaped much like a bird about to take flight. He marched it over with graceful dips and rises to the first paperweight and set them across from one another, much in confrontation.
He stared at the scene for such a long time, so quiet, that the Priestess repeated herself, words stressed for the urgency of the matter. "You two are the only heirs--you must take the throne," she remonstrated. Edgar pushed at the bird paperweight idly with a finger.
"Your father fought hard for this country against the Empire's advances--you cannot allow that life of dedication to go to waste," the Priestess tried, switching tact. Edgar pushed his favored paperweight harder and it wobbled precariously. "If you two refuse we'll be finished--" The Priestess continued to urge, voice gaining the slightest edge of pleading. With a flick of his finger Edgar toppled the bird over. It clattered softly against the top of his desk.
"You should smile more," he informed the Priestess abruptly, straightening some. He flashed her a grin. "You look ten years younger--I'd be moved to kiss your delicate hand and allay any fears that might trouble such a pretty brow."
The Priestess spluttered slightly as he moved around the desk to the drawers on the other side. "Prince Edgar--!" She managed to gasp out, flustered, as he pulled a coin from within the desk. It was one he'd used a few times for gambling--just idle frivolity on his part, or so it had always been at times before. Now it was perhaps his greatest asset for he had something important that must be done which could only be achieved with such a coin. "We are discussing serious matters, focus on--" The Priestess railed slightly.
Edgar went to the door, pausing to take her hand and kiss the back of it as he went. "So we are--let me set a small matter of personal interest to rights and we shall continue, if only that I might continue to bask in the glory of such a voice."
His smile carefree, yet heart so heavy, he departed to root out Sabin. There were some things he'd do for him and only him.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Rating: G
Characters: Edgar, Head Priestess
Summary: "You know neither of us ever wanted to be king."
"The King is dead."
Edgar closed his eyes and let out a slow breath. Father... He showed no more emotion than that. Now was not the time to cry. The future of Figaro was in question. And...Sabin had been sulking down in the engine room where he thought nobody knew he went all day. It was not...the most ideal of situations.
"He wished for you two to rule together as his last command," the head Priestess informed him, not for the first time. Standing by his desk he marched one of the paperweights across it like a knight on a chocobo. "You know neither of us ever wanted to be king," he reminded her, buying time. It'd come too soon, happened all too fast. Father gone and now it was all down to Sabin and him. This had all come too soon.
"If you two don't the Empire will take us all." The Priestess's words were like little barbs--they pricked and ran light scratches down his skin, drawing trace amounts of blood. The Empire... He set down his paperweight and picked up another more to his liking--this one was green and shaped much like a bird about to take flight. He marched it over with graceful dips and rises to the first paperweight and set them across from one another, much in confrontation.
He stared at the scene for such a long time, so quiet, that the Priestess repeated herself, words stressed for the urgency of the matter. "You two are the only heirs--you must take the throne," she remonstrated. Edgar pushed at the bird paperweight idly with a finger.
"Your father fought hard for this country against the Empire's advances--you cannot allow that life of dedication to go to waste," the Priestess tried, switching tact. Edgar pushed his favored paperweight harder and it wobbled precariously. "If you two refuse we'll be finished--" The Priestess continued to urge, voice gaining the slightest edge of pleading. With a flick of his finger Edgar toppled the bird over. It clattered softly against the top of his desk.
"You should smile more," he informed the Priestess abruptly, straightening some. He flashed her a grin. "You look ten years younger--I'd be moved to kiss your delicate hand and allay any fears that might trouble such a pretty brow."
The Priestess spluttered slightly as he moved around the desk to the drawers on the other side. "Prince Edgar--!" She managed to gasp out, flustered, as he pulled a coin from within the desk. It was one he'd used a few times for gambling--just idle frivolity on his part, or so it had always been at times before. Now it was perhaps his greatest asset for he had something important that must be done which could only be achieved with such a coin. "We are discussing serious matters, focus on--" The Priestess railed slightly.
Edgar went to the door, pausing to take her hand and kiss the back of it as he went. "So we are--let me set a small matter of personal interest to rights and we shall continue, if only that I might continue to bask in the glory of such a voice."
His smile carefree, yet heart so heavy, he departed to root out Sabin. There were some things he'd do for him and only him.