untitled FF6 mini-fic, as is my wont
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shinon250 words, Cyan/Sabin, doing a full header feels like overkill. This was Morri's idea.
Sabin watched anxiously as Cyan lowered the tea bowl. With this, the formal part of the ceremony was done, and casual talk was allowed again. But it seemed wrong to break the silence right yet. Cyan's face was blank, and his gaze drifted slowly down past the tea bowl cradled in his hands, settling on the floor. Sabin thought, Did I fuck up somewhere?
Seconds passed in silence. Cyan's eyes turned dim. His throat moved, so slightly you could almost miss it. He said nothing.
Sabin said, quietly, "Is it okay?"
"The tea? Sir Sabin, it is exquisite."
"I mean, is it okay that I did this? Maybe I should have asked first. I'm not trying to step on any toes, or... I don't wanna take any place that's not mine."
"Thou hast done... exactly correct. And - hast done me a great kindness. To know Doma so well remembered, and to feel that memory honored -" He shook his head. His eyes started to spill over. "I thank thee," he said, in a gravelly whisper, and Sabin wanted to drop everything and hug the daylights out of him, but that wasn't in line with the tea ceremony atmosphere, so he'd wait to do it until later.
They drank tea.
Cyan said, haltingly, "Elayne... would love thee."
"Well, I love her, too." He loved anyone Cyan loved, and anyone who wanted Cyan to be happy. Cyan was still crying, silently, but when Sabin reached for his hand he smiled and squeezed back.
Sabin watched anxiously as Cyan lowered the tea bowl. With this, the formal part of the ceremony was done, and casual talk was allowed again. But it seemed wrong to break the silence right yet. Cyan's face was blank, and his gaze drifted slowly down past the tea bowl cradled in his hands, settling on the floor. Sabin thought, Did I fuck up somewhere?
Seconds passed in silence. Cyan's eyes turned dim. His throat moved, so slightly you could almost miss it. He said nothing.
Sabin said, quietly, "Is it okay?"
"The tea? Sir Sabin, it is exquisite."
"I mean, is it okay that I did this? Maybe I should have asked first. I'm not trying to step on any toes, or... I don't wanna take any place that's not mine."
"Thou hast done... exactly correct. And - hast done me a great kindness. To know Doma so well remembered, and to feel that memory honored -" He shook his head. His eyes started to spill over. "I thank thee," he said, in a gravelly whisper, and Sabin wanted to drop everything and hug the daylights out of him, but that wasn't in line with the tea ceremony atmosphere, so he'd wait to do it until later.
They drank tea.
Cyan said, haltingly, "Elayne... would love thee."
"Well, I love her, too." He loved anyone Cyan loved, and anyone who wanted Cyan to be happy. Cyan was still crying, silently, but when Sabin reached for his hand he smiled and squeezed back.
