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Entry tags:
All Mine (Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra, PG)
Title: All Mine
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenoftheskies
Rating: PG
Warnings: touching, light foreplay
Word count: 1,249
Prompt: - Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra: taken - "She noticed the other girls had started to pay attention to him. It happened shortly after he announced their betrothal.
A/N: None
With a sigh, Terra made her way through the crowd until she reached the double doors that led onto the veranda. Surely nobody would miss her with the party in full swing. The fact that it was a party in her honor was inconsequential. Everyone seemed more intent on Edgar, her future husband; nobody even knew she was there.
Not that she was surprised. She'd noticed the other girls had started to pay attention to him. It happened shortly after he announced their betrothal. At first, it hadn't bothered her. He was the king, after all, and the most handsome man alive, as far as she was concerned. Edgar seemed delighted with the attention; so delighted that she hadn't had the heart to admit that it bothered her.
The night was filled with moonlight that spilled across the cobbled veranda, across the castle, across the shadowed desert outside. Chocobos warked softly in the distance. The sound elicited memories of nights around the campfire with Edgar's arm around her shoulders. She almost missed those days.
Tears swam in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip. She'd not cry at her own party. When it was over, she'd march straight into the throne room and tell him the truth. As much as she loved him, they were too different and he loved the lure of other women too much. It would never work between them. She was something alien. He needed the arms of a human, not...
"Is the party not to your liking, my love?"
Terra whirled to find Edgar in the doorway, regal in his blue uniform of state, his blond locks loose around his shoulders. For the first time since she'd known him, he wore a crown.
"I just..." She should tell him while it was just the two of them. "I needed a breath of fresh air." It should have been easy, but...it wasn't. She didn't want to leave him, didn't want to give him up so easily, but...she wanted to do what was right...for him.
"Your Majesty." A bevy of beauties appeared in the doorway, each girl giggling and flirting, each armed with enormous boobs and brilliant smiles.
Terra lifted the skirts of her silky dress, crept away when Edgar's back was turned. The tears escaped, burned her eyes and warmed her cheeks as they spilled, hot and bitter. Choking back the sob that rose into her throat, she fled down the stone stairs at the edge of the veranda, promising herself that she would never look back.
She didn't have to. He caught her by the arm, stopped her in her tracks halfway down the stairs.
"Talk to me," he whispered, his breath soft against her hair.
"You belong to them," she murmured without thinking. "You are their king and they are your fancy. I'm nothing more than a..." Turning her head, she looked toward the mountains rising distant in the north. Narshe, where she'd first encountered her true self.
"Terra, I love you."
The first pulse of raw energy that blossomed inside her tingled along the edges of her consciousness. She could transform, leave now, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. All she had to do was want it and Figaro, along with its handsome king, would be nothing more than a memory.
Edgar grabbed her before the transformation was complete and the second pulse of energy flared through them both. His mouth pressed against hers mid-gasp, warm and wet and insistent. She tried to resist--wanted to resist--but she was his, and he hers.
"The others don't matter," he muttered against her lips. His hands strayed inside her dress. "Only you. Forever."
"They're so much prettier, and you..." She leaned into the warmth of his hands as they pressed against her breasts. "Seem so happy when you're with them."
"Too much wine," he whispered, his lips against her neck, "and old habits die hard." One hand strayed, fumbled at his belt.
"No." She captured his hand, pulled it back to her breast. "Not yet. Not until..."
He squeezed softly, dropped his lips to the soft swell of skin, kissed his way down to the nipple nearest. Terra gasped and as the Esper energy faded dormant, a new energy, a new awareness replaced it.
Edgar might flirt. Edgar might dazzle the girls with his wit and his charm. But, she'd never seen him touch one, never even seen him brush against them, never led them on with promises he had no intention of fulfilling.
"I'll call the Chamberlain." He looked up from her breast, his blue eyes filled with love and longing. "The others need not know. We'll wed now in secret and then again in public for all the world to see."
"You don't have to..."
"Please," he begged, his breath hot against her skin.
A thrill of pleasure, a burst of longing, shot through her. But, it wasn't what decided her. Cradling her against him, Edgar lowered her to the ground until they sat side by side on the stone steps. Without looking at her, he fastened her dress and dropped his hands into his lap. In the spill of moonlight that illuminated the castle wall, she saw tears in his eyes.
"I knew from the moment I saw you," he said in a soft voice, "that there was something special about you." His gaze dropped to his hands as he twisted them together. "It wasn't the magic. It was more, something deeper, something more sincere. Though they'd used you as a weapon, they'd never managed to taint you...and the Empire tainted everything it touched."
A lump rose into her throat. She remembered the circumstances under which they'd met: hardly pleasant and yet, she'd been struck by his strength, by his dedication to protect his people, by the depth of the man beneath the mask of flirt and the crown of king. Slipping her hand between his, she intertwined her fingers with his and squeezed.
"Beneath that mysterious exterior," he continued, "you had a heart big enough to save the entire world. And, I guess..." His voice choked. "As beautiful as you are..." He looked into her eyes, his expression earnest. "And, you are far more beautiful than any woman in my kingdom." His lips curled into a gentle smile. "It's always been your beauty of spirit, the desire to be a part of you and of your life, that has kept me by your side."
#
There were whispers at their entry, veiled glances from matrons and nobles and lusty beauties alike. It was all Terra could do to keep from smiling as they speculated--within her earshot--as to what she and the king had been up to.
They'd chosen not to wear the single gold bands they'd given to one another until their official wedding, but as soon as the party was over, she'd give herself to him and he'd give himself to her...completely. She'd be Queen Terra of Figaro, for the rest of her life.
It wasn't the queen part that mattered, though, and should Edgar decide to vanish again, whether it be in search of adventure, or to once more save their world, she'd stay at his side, share his danger, be a part of what ever life he chose to live.
And when the beauties advanced, and Edgar skillfully deflected their advances, Terra slipped her arm through his and held her head high.
Edgar was hers. Edgar was taken.
Author/Artist:
queenoftheskies Rating: PG
Warnings: touching, light foreplay
Word count: 1,249
Prompt: - Final Fantasy VI, Edgar/Terra: taken - "She noticed the other girls had started to pay attention to him. It happened shortly after he announced their betrothal.
A/N: None
With a sigh, Terra made her way through the crowd until she reached the double doors that led onto the veranda. Surely nobody would miss her with the party in full swing. The fact that it was a party in her honor was inconsequential. Everyone seemed more intent on Edgar, her future husband; nobody even knew she was there.
Not that she was surprised. She'd noticed the other girls had started to pay attention to him. It happened shortly after he announced their betrothal. At first, it hadn't bothered her. He was the king, after all, and the most handsome man alive, as far as she was concerned. Edgar seemed delighted with the attention; so delighted that she hadn't had the heart to admit that it bothered her.
The night was filled with moonlight that spilled across the cobbled veranda, across the castle, across the shadowed desert outside. Chocobos warked softly in the distance. The sound elicited memories of nights around the campfire with Edgar's arm around her shoulders. She almost missed those days.
Tears swam in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip. She'd not cry at her own party. When it was over, she'd march straight into the throne room and tell him the truth. As much as she loved him, they were too different and he loved the lure of other women too much. It would never work between them. She was something alien. He needed the arms of a human, not...
"Is the party not to your liking, my love?"
Terra whirled to find Edgar in the doorway, regal in his blue uniform of state, his blond locks loose around his shoulders. For the first time since she'd known him, he wore a crown.
"I just..." She should tell him while it was just the two of them. "I needed a breath of fresh air." It should have been easy, but...it wasn't. She didn't want to leave him, didn't want to give him up so easily, but...she wanted to do what was right...for him.
"Your Majesty." A bevy of beauties appeared in the doorway, each girl giggling and flirting, each armed with enormous boobs and brilliant smiles.
Terra lifted the skirts of her silky dress, crept away when Edgar's back was turned. The tears escaped, burned her eyes and warmed her cheeks as they spilled, hot and bitter. Choking back the sob that rose into her throat, she fled down the stone stairs at the edge of the veranda, promising herself that she would never look back.
She didn't have to. He caught her by the arm, stopped her in her tracks halfway down the stairs.
"Talk to me," he whispered, his breath soft against her hair.
"You belong to them," she murmured without thinking. "You are their king and they are your fancy. I'm nothing more than a..." Turning her head, she looked toward the mountains rising distant in the north. Narshe, where she'd first encountered her true self.
"Terra, I love you."
The first pulse of raw energy that blossomed inside her tingled along the edges of her consciousness. She could transform, leave now, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. All she had to do was want it and Figaro, along with its handsome king, would be nothing more than a memory.
Edgar grabbed her before the transformation was complete and the second pulse of energy flared through them both. His mouth pressed against hers mid-gasp, warm and wet and insistent. She tried to resist--wanted to resist--but she was his, and he hers.
"The others don't matter," he muttered against her lips. His hands strayed inside her dress. "Only you. Forever."
"They're so much prettier, and you..." She leaned into the warmth of his hands as they pressed against her breasts. "Seem so happy when you're with them."
"Too much wine," he whispered, his lips against her neck, "and old habits die hard." One hand strayed, fumbled at his belt.
"No." She captured his hand, pulled it back to her breast. "Not yet. Not until..."
He squeezed softly, dropped his lips to the soft swell of skin, kissed his way down to the nipple nearest. Terra gasped and as the Esper energy faded dormant, a new energy, a new awareness replaced it.
Edgar might flirt. Edgar might dazzle the girls with his wit and his charm. But, she'd never seen him touch one, never even seen him brush against them, never led them on with promises he had no intention of fulfilling.
"I'll call the Chamberlain." He looked up from her breast, his blue eyes filled with love and longing. "The others need not know. We'll wed now in secret and then again in public for all the world to see."
"You don't have to..."
"Please," he begged, his breath hot against her skin.
A thrill of pleasure, a burst of longing, shot through her. But, it wasn't what decided her. Cradling her against him, Edgar lowered her to the ground until they sat side by side on the stone steps. Without looking at her, he fastened her dress and dropped his hands into his lap. In the spill of moonlight that illuminated the castle wall, she saw tears in his eyes.
"I knew from the moment I saw you," he said in a soft voice, "that there was something special about you." His gaze dropped to his hands as he twisted them together. "It wasn't the magic. It was more, something deeper, something more sincere. Though they'd used you as a weapon, they'd never managed to taint you...and the Empire tainted everything it touched."
A lump rose into her throat. She remembered the circumstances under which they'd met: hardly pleasant and yet, she'd been struck by his strength, by his dedication to protect his people, by the depth of the man beneath the mask of flirt and the crown of king. Slipping her hand between his, she intertwined her fingers with his and squeezed.
"Beneath that mysterious exterior," he continued, "you had a heart big enough to save the entire world. And, I guess..." His voice choked. "As beautiful as you are..." He looked into her eyes, his expression earnest. "And, you are far more beautiful than any woman in my kingdom." His lips curled into a gentle smile. "It's always been your beauty of spirit, the desire to be a part of you and of your life, that has kept me by your side."
#
There were whispers at their entry, veiled glances from matrons and nobles and lusty beauties alike. It was all Terra could do to keep from smiling as they speculated--within her earshot--as to what she and the king had been up to.
They'd chosen not to wear the single gold bands they'd given to one another until their official wedding, but as soon as the party was over, she'd give herself to him and he'd give himself to her...completely. She'd be Queen Terra of Figaro, for the rest of her life.
It wasn't the queen part that mattered, though, and should Edgar decide to vanish again, whether it be in search of adventure, or to once more save their world, she'd stay at his side, share his danger, be a part of what ever life he chose to live.
And when the beauties advanced, and Edgar skillfully deflected their advances, Terra slipped her arm through his and held her head high.
Edgar was hers. Edgar was taken.