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no_true_pairTitle: Silver Sun
Fandom: Romancing SaGa Re;univerSe
Characters: Silver Emperor, Final Emperor
Rating: Not Rated
Content Notes: CNTW
Prompt: 03 July, 'Silver Emperor and Final Emperor attend a festival'
Throughout the last week, the Silver Emperor had forgotten the chaos that waited in his own world -- worlds? could he say that? -- and simply enjoyed the latest in Loanne’s endless festivals. This one involved summertime and seafood and was some sort of nautical theme, and he was happy beyond words to see familiar faces laughing, playing, swatting each other with flowers and tossing sand around.
It’d been nice. It was nice; he didn’t want it to end --
And it all came to a screeching halt all at once when he turned a corner around a booth under Vanguard’s strange artificial lanterns and all but ran into a tall figure in gray and gold and white.
A very familiar figure.
No.
Oh, he’d heard of the ‘Final Emperor’ since being freed; gossip was the Warriors’ main pastime. But, somehow, he’d never made a connection --
There’s the sun emblem.
The so-called ‘Final Emperor’ was the Golden Emperor, and …
And …
“If you have time, this evening, I think … we should talk. If you’re willing.”
He barely heard the words (oddly inflected; was that an accent, a faint accent? he didn’t recall the Golden Emperor having an accent, but then who could notice in all those dramatic howling declarations) behind the mad whirling in his own head. Selma was in danger -- no, this entire world was --
“Please.”
He blinked. Did he actually hear that?
Did the Golden Emperor just …
Tilting his head just enough to lock eyes briefly, the Silver Emperor caught a glimpse of gull-wing brows faintly crimped and blue, blue eyes filled with quiet sadness. That was all he had time to see, before the Golden Emperor turned away to melt into the milling, laughing crowd.
No.
The Final Emperor did so --
He reached, clutched, barely in time to brush a trailing hem with his fingers, but it was enough. That strange, sad gaze settled on him again, waiting.
He took a breath. And nodded.
Fandom: Romancing SaGa Re;univerSe
Characters: Silver Emperor, Final Emperor
Rating: Not Rated
Content Notes: CNTW
Prompt: 03 July, 'Silver Emperor and Final Emperor attend a festival'
Throughout the last week, the Silver Emperor had forgotten the chaos that waited in his own world -- worlds? could he say that? -- and simply enjoyed the latest in Loanne’s endless festivals. This one involved summertime and seafood and was some sort of nautical theme, and he was happy beyond words to see familiar faces laughing, playing, swatting each other with flowers and tossing sand around.
It’d been nice. It was nice; he didn’t want it to end --
And it all came to a screeching halt all at once when he turned a corner around a booth under Vanguard’s strange artificial lanterns and all but ran into a tall figure in gray and gold and white.
A very familiar figure.
No.
Oh, he’d heard of the ‘Final Emperor’ since being freed; gossip was the Warriors’ main pastime. But, somehow, he’d never made a connection --
There’s the sun emblem.
The so-called ‘Final Emperor’ was the Golden Emperor, and …
And …
“If you have time, this evening, I think … we should talk. If you’re willing.”
He barely heard the words (oddly inflected; was that an accent, a faint accent? he didn’t recall the Golden Emperor having an accent, but then who could notice in all those dramatic howling declarations) behind the mad whirling in his own head. Selma was in danger -- no, this entire world was --
“Please.”
He blinked. Did he actually hear that?
Did the Golden Emperor just …
Tilting his head just enough to lock eyes briefly, the Silver Emperor caught a glimpse of gull-wing brows faintly crimped and blue, blue eyes filled with quiet sadness. That was all he had time to see, before the Golden Emperor turned away to melt into the milling, laughing crowd.
No.
The Final Emperor did so --
He reached, clutched, barely in time to brush a trailing hem with his fingers, but it was enough. That strange, sad gaze settled on him again, waiting.
He took a breath. And nodded.