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no_true_pairTitle: Fragment
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters: Cecil, Golbeza
Rating: Not Rated
Content Notes: CNTW
Prompt: 04 July, 'Golbeza has something important to tell to Cecil'
Like so many times before, Cecil found himself out on one of Baron Castle’s many parapets in the deep of night, staring up at the sky and wondering -- wondering, tonight, just how his life turned out the way it did. Wondering whether or not he’d ever wash away the blood on his hands; whether or not he could rule Baron with a fair hand, or if some darkness might spring back up again.
His heart ached, spiritually and physically. His past still left its marks, no matter how he’d changed his path.
Not even Ordeals could lift that brand on my soul --
A shadow fell across him, blocking the fitful light from the lantern behind him.
“I know you won’t go with me. I would not ask it of you.”
Slowly Cecil straightened from his slouch against the stony rail. Slowly, he turned to face the owner of that low rumble, another wonder to pick over and prod at.
You never told us how you arrived at the castle gates, Golbeza, or why, and yet …
For all their differences, they had one thing in common, at least. Under the light of the moon -- the lone moon -- twin falls of pale, near-luminescent hair cascaded around their shoulders. But Golbeza’s shadowy gaze was hooded, withdrawn, a match to the scars that mottled cheek, jaw, throat, continued on beyond where Cecil could trace them. A match, Cecil mused, for the ones that were burned blackly down his spine and over his heart.
“Then why mention it again, Golbeza?”
“Because neither can I remain here. It would not be -- right. I belong within Baron’s borders even less than I did on the red moon; the latter is only alien. Baron should rightly despise me. I feel it within the walls. Nonetheless,”
-- Golbeza paused in a silence thick enough to cut --
“Nonetheless, there is one last thing before I take my leave. Fusoya saw to this; now, I give this to you.”
Before Cecil could ask what he meant, Golbeza seized him by one wrist, pressed something cool and hard and faceted into his hand. A crystal shard. Cecil couldn’t hold back a strangled, pained knot of laughter.
“After everything that happened -- all that blood -- you --”
The shadowy eyes dimmed, glittering.
“This is different, Cecil. A message. A record. Not from Fusoya, from our --”
The roaring in Cecil’s ears drowned out Golbeza’s rumble. To know; to maybe, maybe, finally understand …
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters: Cecil, Golbeza
Rating: Not Rated
Content Notes: CNTW
Prompt: 04 July, 'Golbeza has something important to tell to Cecil'
Like so many times before, Cecil found himself out on one of Baron Castle’s many parapets in the deep of night, staring up at the sky and wondering -- wondering, tonight, just how his life turned out the way it did. Wondering whether or not he’d ever wash away the blood on his hands; whether or not he could rule Baron with a fair hand, or if some darkness might spring back up again.
His heart ached, spiritually and physically. His past still left its marks, no matter how he’d changed his path.
Not even Ordeals could lift that brand on my soul --
A shadow fell across him, blocking the fitful light from the lantern behind him.
“I know you won’t go with me. I would not ask it of you.”
Slowly Cecil straightened from his slouch against the stony rail. Slowly, he turned to face the owner of that low rumble, another wonder to pick over and prod at.
You never told us how you arrived at the castle gates, Golbeza, or why, and yet …
For all their differences, they had one thing in common, at least. Under the light of the moon -- the lone moon -- twin falls of pale, near-luminescent hair cascaded around their shoulders. But Golbeza’s shadowy gaze was hooded, withdrawn, a match to the scars that mottled cheek, jaw, throat, continued on beyond where Cecil could trace them. A match, Cecil mused, for the ones that were burned blackly down his spine and over his heart.
“Then why mention it again, Golbeza?”
“Because neither can I remain here. It would not be -- right. I belong within Baron’s borders even less than I did on the red moon; the latter is only alien. Baron should rightly despise me. I feel it within the walls. Nonetheless,”
-- Golbeza paused in a silence thick enough to cut --
“Nonetheless, there is one last thing before I take my leave. Fusoya saw to this; now, I give this to you.”
Before Cecil could ask what he meant, Golbeza seized him by one wrist, pressed something cool and hard and faceted into his hand. A crystal shard. Cecil couldn’t hold back a strangled, pained knot of laughter.
“After everything that happened -- all that blood -- you --”
The shadowy eyes dimmed, glittering.
“This is different, Cecil. A message. A record. Not from Fusoya, from our --”
The roaring in Cecil’s ears drowned out Golbeza’s rumble. To know; to maybe, maybe, finally understand …