FFVI (Kefka/Celes)
Jul. 4th, 2007 02:17 amTitle: A King of Infinite Space
Author/Artist:
syvia
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for FFVI.
Word Count: 497
Summary: Kefka and Celes have a chat about humanity, or lack thereof
Prompt: 13. Final Fantasy VI, Kefka/Celes: Intimacy/old friendships turned bad - "I always knew you'd end up like this"
"Enjoying your stay?" he cackled, hands clasped beneath his cape. Kefka sneered at her, hair bobbing in the faint breeze. The cell block was old, and the windows- barred without glass- allowed chill air to whistle about them.
Celes maintained her silence.
He tsked, tapping a finger on his chin and shaking his head.
"I always knew you'd end up like this. Great General that you may have been- I knew there was something in you that was flawed... weak." He smiled, leaning his face and prominent nose between the bars to sneer a little closer. "Human."
Celes lunged forward, slamming her hand at his face- but Kefka danced away, laughing.
"You're the only one who finds something wrong with being human."
"Hardly the only one, little Returner. The Emperor hates them, the soldiers try not to be them, you and I aren't," he tilted his head and smiled, "them."
He approached the bars again and his eyes narrowed, turning the smirk into a leer. "You and I are cut from the same quivering strands of DNA," he put a hand through the bars and curled his fingers playfully, beckoning.
"We are the same species," he murmured, and it was almost loving. Kefka paused, thought for a moment, then grinned. "Freaks."
He cackled, but softly, and Celes approached, allowed him to touch her. His hands were longer than hers for all the cattish way he moved them and the spider thinness of his fingers. More masculine. He lifted her chin with them, smiling covetously.
"Pretend humanity all you like, but I know what you are. All the sweet words and good deeds in the world will not make you more like your little thief than you are to me." He stroked a fingertip along her jaw, following the line of it with his eyes. This too, she allowed.
"We are one and the same. Such a pity you couldn't handle the pressure of being godlike."
"Yes, you are so very merciful and compassionate," she spat, moving out of his reach.
He cackled. "What gods have you been studying?"
Then she tired of it all. The conversation, his presence, and she stepped away from the bars, knocking on the outer door for the guards to open it.
"If you're a god, Kefka, what are you doing in there?" she gestured at his cell.
He gave her a most disquieting smile. "Waiting."
The door behind her cracked open. She could leave, but Celes had never been so foolish as to trust that Kefka was harmless. If there was a chance to gain knowledge from him, she would try.
"For what?"
Unfortunately, nor had she ever been able to extract information from him that he had no intention of giving. He smiled at her and raised his hands, extending his thumbs and forefingers, using them to create a frame. Kefka shut one eye and looked through it.
"For the day that you realize that I'm not the one behind bars."
Author/Artist:
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for FFVI.
Word Count: 497
Summary: Kefka and Celes have a chat about humanity, or lack thereof
Prompt: 13. Final Fantasy VI, Kefka/Celes: Intimacy/old friendships turned bad - "I always knew you'd end up like this"
"Enjoying your stay?" he cackled, hands clasped beneath his cape. Kefka sneered at her, hair bobbing in the faint breeze. The cell block was old, and the windows- barred without glass- allowed chill air to whistle about them.
Celes maintained her silence.
He tsked, tapping a finger on his chin and shaking his head.
"I always knew you'd end up like this. Great General that you may have been- I knew there was something in you that was flawed... weak." He smiled, leaning his face and prominent nose between the bars to sneer a little closer. "Human."
Celes lunged forward, slamming her hand at his face- but Kefka danced away, laughing.
"You're the only one who finds something wrong with being human."
"Hardly the only one, little Returner. The Emperor hates them, the soldiers try not to be them, you and I aren't," he tilted his head and smiled, "them."
He approached the bars again and his eyes narrowed, turning the smirk into a leer. "You and I are cut from the same quivering strands of DNA," he put a hand through the bars and curled his fingers playfully, beckoning.
"We are the same species," he murmured, and it was almost loving. Kefka paused, thought for a moment, then grinned. "Freaks."
He cackled, but softly, and Celes approached, allowed him to touch her. His hands were longer than hers for all the cattish way he moved them and the spider thinness of his fingers. More masculine. He lifted her chin with them, smiling covetously.
"Pretend humanity all you like, but I know what you are. All the sweet words and good deeds in the world will not make you more like your little thief than you are to me." He stroked a fingertip along her jaw, following the line of it with his eyes. This too, she allowed.
"We are one and the same. Such a pity you couldn't handle the pressure of being godlike."
"Yes, you are so very merciful and compassionate," she spat, moving out of his reach.
He cackled. "What gods have you been studying?"
Then she tired of it all. The conversation, his presence, and she stepped away from the bars, knocking on the outer door for the guards to open it.
"If you're a god, Kefka, what are you doing in there?" she gestured at his cell.
He gave her a most disquieting smile. "Waiting."
The door behind her cracked open. She could leave, but Celes had never been so foolish as to trust that Kefka was harmless. If there was a chance to gain knowledge from him, she would try.
"For what?"
Unfortunately, nor had she ever been able to extract information from him that he had no intention of giving. He smiled at her and raised his hands, extending his thumbs and forefingers, using them to create a frame. Kefka shut one eye and looked through it.
"For the day that you realize that I'm not the one behind bars."
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 04:34 pm (UTC)One translation of the dialogue on the floating island (after defeating Atma), supposedly has the Emperor saying that Celes and Kefka were supposed to breed a new race. ... *shudder* I can imagine a common-bond between them, being that they are what they are. Especially if Kefka knew about 'breeding plan' beforehand. She is also, of course, very pretty. *chuckle*
Thank you! ^^
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Date: 2007-07-05 11:17 pm (UTC)I think Kefka's too nihilistic to ever want to create anything in my opinion... and I always wondered if the infused esper powers would actually be passed on to subsequent generations. Hmmm...
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:15 pm (UTC)It's a scary, scary AU concept. Celes would kill anyone who wrote it, I'm sure. ;p
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Date: 2007-07-04 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 04:35 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-07-06 01:22 am (UTC):has no Kefka nor Celes icon, so Locke it is!:
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:33 pm (UTC):3 *celebrates!* Sweet! XD I know how rare it can be to get what you really want in a challenge fic- I'm tickled to have given that (or something like it) to you! You're very welcome. ^^
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Date: 2007-07-06 08:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-06 04:38 pm (UTC)Goddess of Destruction. ^^ Scary thought and fun to play with.
Thank you very much!
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:57 pm (UTC)To use my favourite mirror analogy; there's definitely something undeniably broken about Kefka's mind, but the shards that are left are sharp and bright and more dangerous than you'd think.
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Date: 2007-07-16 09:13 pm (UTC)I also liked that it took a while to figure out that this was when Kefka was jailed in Vector, and not when Celes was jailed in South Figaro.
Now all I need to do is find an excuse/reason to ask you to write me a Kefka/Leo fic/drabble/whatever...