Free drabbles for blind_go guessers!

[flonnebonne]

Okay! I've decided to bite the bullet and write a drabble for anyone who correctly guessed one of my blind_go fics. tarigwaemir and silvermuse89 also get a drabble each for being such great mods.

Please reply to this post with a character or pairing and some kind of prompt, and I'll write you something really short. :D Anything from my list of interests is fine, but if you pick something obscure I might ask you to refresh my memory on the source material.

I'm sure much of my flist is sick of hearing about blind_go, but I think this should be the last post for a while. 0_o[Unknown site tag]

Comments

[fromastudio]

I wish you owed me a drabble, just so I could torture you into writing Cecil/Rosa/Kain love triangles.

[flonnebonne]

...since you just pinged one of the joys of my childhood (FFIV), I wrote it. And you didn't even have to tortue me! But it's probably not what you're expecting.


Currently Untitled (Yay!)

"I have received a missive. It is conclusive now; the Lunarian moon has left us."

Rosa glanced at him over her shoulder before bowing head once more.

"All signs pointed to this outcome," she said as she tended to her flowers. "But I had hoped it would not come to pass."

He sighed and walked to her side. He could not see her expression, for her hair (it grew more like spun gold every year) hung around her face like a veil.

"The blue planet will miss the silver moon," he said.

"And the white moon will be lonely without its twin."

"And still it circles the blue planet, does it not?"

He moved to push aside a strand of her hair, but she shook her head, her hands still wrapped in flowers. "Shall we end this charade? It is not the dance of planets that we speak of. Forgive me. I cannot do that which you ask, not while my grief lies so newly planted."

"I loved him dearly as well." He plucked a flower from the garden, felt a thorn prick his finger, saw blood welling from the wound. "But he chose to leave us."

"He would always be between us, if I chose to be with you."

"It has always been so," he said to her. "The silver moon and the white moon, pulling at the tides of the world."

"Please," she begged him, "give me time."

"He will not return." His voice was harsher than he meant it to be. "He chose his brother, and his father's people. He chose sleep."

Her eyes filled with tears then, for Cecil's sake, and he knew that she would never love him.

He wondered if flowers grew on the silver moon.


p.s. Does this make any sense? IS IT NOT AS PRETENTIOUS AS HELL???

[fromastudio]

IT'S DEPRESSING.

I love this so, so much. *showers hearts on you*

[flonnebonne]

*laughs* I only seem to write fics that are totally depressing or totally crack nowadays. Glad you liked the depression. :)