#firexcross

they’re holed up in a safe house left over from the great war, her head pillowed against her arms as she tries to warm up by the only heater they can risk running. it was rare she was this far away from a front line, but at the same time ariadne hadn’t felt safe since just about 1937 so it wasn’t as if she could really rest. her body hurt, her eyes stung against the cold, but like all the fighters she knew if she didn’t try and get some sleep she would be useless.

he isn’t like most men she goes for. assholes, as a rule, actually don’tattract ariadne, but as stupid as it sounds, he’s a little different. from thefirst, he isn’t an asshole to her, which would be a dealbreaker. but he’sso nervous when he asks her out, so sure she’s going to turn him downthat she is impulsive for once and agrees. one date turns into two, twointo three. on the third date he finally kisses her. they both grin like idiotsbecause the brakes are off now, and she tugs him into her flat.

dating is unconventional because neither one of them feel the need to beanything like traditional couples. he teases her, she snarks at him, and theyend up on the couch with records playing most nights, talking about theirlives that came before. she doesn’t want it to end. she doesn’t want to lethim go. one night she kisses him so fiercely that he asks her with a laughwhat’s wrong, and she can’t bring herself to voice her fear that this mightall end up being a waking dream, gone before the dawn.

they get married quietly, because neither one of them are the kind ofperson who wants something big. they’re both starting new lives, together,corny as it sounds, and she wants their wedding to reflect that. a new town,a new house, quiet vows in a new city hall. they’re building something fromthe ground up together, and as he kisses her she feels a thrill to her core,because for once, everything was going just as she’d hoped.

everything was going so wrong. seifer had vanished for a full day into theirparadoxical hallway, sucked into the liquid darkness so completely that shecouldn’t see his lantern moments after he’d stepped in. when he stumbledback out he was cursing, pulling away from her touch as he tried to cleanup a bloodied arm, eyes wide with panic. she was back, the sorceress wasback and wanted him back, would take him back no matter what. somethingin ariadne seemed to awaken, her eyes glowing only slightly as she stoodto kiss her husband, perhaps goodbye. the witch wasn’t taking him. 

rikku doesn’t like to make a habit out of drinking, but she makes an exception for when she sits down to go through wedding magazines given to her by yuna, on the promise she doesn’t tell tidus about her stash of them. there’s no date set yet but that doesn’t deter her from circling possible centerpieces and different flower arrangements, or bookmarking a pros and cons list of having a band versus a dj ( she’s leaning towards having a dj ).

Send me “Please don’t leave again” for my muse’s reaction to yours asking them to stay.

@firexcross

She sits at the edge of the bed, her long white hair untied. A trail of clothes led to his bed, a mix of his and hers, and she’s pretty sure he, as he always did in the past, threw her underwear across the room and it was stuck somewhere hard to reach. Oh she hated that and he knew that but in the heat of the moment, that was the last of her worries. But the passion had passed and she was left with a problem. His alarm clock indicates 1:07am and instead of sleeping, he’s wide awake.

And the request hurts.

Fran doesn’t move, unsure of her decision. She can’t just get up and leave. He isn’t a one night kind of thing. However, she can’t stay either. Them getting back together is a mistake.