This Is Where We Stop Breathing
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crankyoldmanFandom: FF1 (rly!)
Characters/Pairings: Black Mage (F)/Fighter (M), some of Thief (M), White Mage (M), and Red Mage (M)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "So whatcha got under those robes?"
Notes: So I did some game mechanics meta, somehow, and made the party have five people because I'm New School and four people in a party is the CRAZY. For![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
drakonlily.
"So whatcha got under those robes?" he says, confidently, leaning against the tree, sword resting on his free shoulder.
He can tell by the hands, long fingers and longish nails, that she's a woman. The hats her type of mage wear would obscure her face even if she were looking right at him. It's the way that the shadows that they make deals and whispers with work, but he'd heard a rumor that out of the robes they're just like anyone else.
Then again, he also heard a rumor that most Black mages tended to be a little on the horrific side. If only the party weren't such a sausage fest and the White mage and thief weren't arguing again, he'd leave her alone.
She turns a page of her book and makes a shooing gesture. She really does have nice hands. Maybe she's heard that line before a few times.
"Well, ok, fine. I'll go pester Red then."
---
She doesn't speak with him until farther along. The early journey shine had worn off before, but he hadn't expected it to be this long. He's seen her incinerate enough enemies to stop wondering if she's attractive and start worrying what would have happened had he continued flirting with her weeks ago.
"You're bleeding." Her voice is very soft, more like what he imagined a White was supposed to sound like, instead of the half-drunk bearded man they have for that. Then again, Red always said that the pure mages were a little touched in the head.
And sure enough, there's red blossom on his shoulder, he hadn't even felt it. He turns to thank her for noticing, or maybe to ask their stupid White mage to do his job, but she's calling electricity with that soft voice of hers.
---
He's about to collect his winnings from the thief when she speaks to him again. He is cocky and smiling, counting out the coins owed for making the most kills.
"Those are mine."
"You weren't in the contest," he brushes her off, since he has no real deal with her, just the thief.
"How many'd you kill, sweets?" Opportunist. He'd imagine she'd be frowning at the thief, were her face visible.
She holds out her lovely brown hand, not taking the money, but giving him a chance to offer it, which he does.
"More than you," she says.
---
They all eventually become something more, but it's when she becomes a Black Wizard that he notices the most. If they weren't saving princesses and stopping chaos he would have told her that he was glad she wasn't delicately pretty--formidable, with a hooked nose and vein-like scars that bloom from behind her ear and trail down her neck, likely to connect with others--because it would just ruin the image he had of her.
---
When they're forgotten after the job is done, it's only the two of them left without a place to go. Red has family to get back to, and he doesn't want to think what the troublemakers have plans for.
She stares at him for a while, and he realizes she probably used to do that a lot, considering the familiarity in the gesture.
"Come on, prettyboy," she says, taking his hand.
Characters/Pairings: Black Mage (F)/Fighter (M), some of Thief (M), White Mage (M), and Red Mage (M)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "So whatcha got under those robes?"
Notes: So I did some game mechanics meta, somehow, and made the party have five people because I'm New School and four people in a party is the CRAZY. For
drakonlily."So whatcha got under those robes?" he says, confidently, leaning against the tree, sword resting on his free shoulder.
He can tell by the hands, long fingers and longish nails, that she's a woman. The hats her type of mage wear would obscure her face even if she were looking right at him. It's the way that the shadows that they make deals and whispers with work, but he'd heard a rumor that out of the robes they're just like anyone else.
Then again, he also heard a rumor that most Black mages tended to be a little on the horrific side. If only the party weren't such a sausage fest and the White mage and thief weren't arguing again, he'd leave her alone.
She turns a page of her book and makes a shooing gesture. She really does have nice hands. Maybe she's heard that line before a few times.
"Well, ok, fine. I'll go pester Red then."
---
She doesn't speak with him until farther along. The early journey shine had worn off before, but he hadn't expected it to be this long. He's seen her incinerate enough enemies to stop wondering if she's attractive and start worrying what would have happened had he continued flirting with her weeks ago.
"You're bleeding." Her voice is very soft, more like what he imagined a White was supposed to sound like, instead of the half-drunk bearded man they have for that. Then again, Red always said that the pure mages were a little touched in the head.
And sure enough, there's red blossom on his shoulder, he hadn't even felt it. He turns to thank her for noticing, or maybe to ask their stupid White mage to do his job, but she's calling electricity with that soft voice of hers.
---
He's about to collect his winnings from the thief when she speaks to him again. He is cocky and smiling, counting out the coins owed for making the most kills.
"Those are mine."
"You weren't in the contest," he brushes her off, since he has no real deal with her, just the thief.
"How many'd you kill, sweets?" Opportunist. He'd imagine she'd be frowning at the thief, were her face visible.
She holds out her lovely brown hand, not taking the money, but giving him a chance to offer it, which he does.
"More than you," she says.
---
They all eventually become something more, but it's when she becomes a Black Wizard that he notices the most. If they weren't saving princesses and stopping chaos he would have told her that he was glad she wasn't delicately pretty--formidable, with a hooked nose and vein-like scars that bloom from behind her ear and trail down her neck, likely to connect with others--because it would just ruin the image he had of her.
---
When they're forgotten after the job is done, it's only the two of them left without a place to go. Red has family to get back to, and he doesn't want to think what the troublemakers have plans for.
She stares at him for a while, and he realizes she probably used to do that a lot, considering the familiarity in the gesture.
"Come on, prettyboy," she says, taking his hand.