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delrhei_writingTitle: Leaving
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kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Ramza Beoulve, Alma Beoulve
Word Count: 262
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Ramza is leaving the estate and Alma doesn't want him to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Tactics nor the characters, just borrowing them from Square-Enix for a little while.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompticeybreath submitted at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic on April 22, 2013.
Prompt:iceybreath : Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza + Alma, Family
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“Then you are leaving?” Alma’s hesitancy caused Ramza to halt briefly in his furious packing.
He released a light sigh and turned to her, his face full of sadness, “My sweet little sister.” Ramza crossed his quarters to where she stood just in the alcove of his bedroom. He brushed a stray wisp of hair from her eyes and caressed her cheek, “It is far too complicated for me to explain.”
“But we’re family Ramza! You can not just leave!” Alma whimpered grabbing at his robes, her face contorting in her sobs as she shook him. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“Everything will be fine Alma,” Ramza hushed her, kissing the top of her head, pulling back when her quivering had subsided, her face blotched and wet. He inhaled and wiped at the few tears trailing down her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“I shall return soon,” the lie drifted off his tongue before he could stop it, yet he didn’t want to.
Whimpering, Alma enveloped him into another tight hug, her face pressed against the embroidery of his robes. She tightened her arms before pulling away, hastily wiping at her face, trying to dry her tears. Swallowing back her sadness, she straightened her back and gifted Ramza with one of her dazzling smiles.
He knew it was a mask and she knew he was lying, yet neither of them mentioned it.
Ramza returned her smile and caressed her cheek one last time, “I must get to back to packing.”
Alma nodded, “All right.”
Originally Posted to:comment_fic on April 22, 2013.
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Type: Video Game
Characters/Pairing: Ramza Beoulve, Alma Beoulve
Word Count: 262
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: Ramza is leaving the estate and Alma doesn't want him to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Tactics nor the characters, just borrowing them from Square-Enix for a little while.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt
iceybreath submitted at comment_fic on April 22, 2013.Prompt:
iceybreath : Final Fantasy Tactics, Ramza + Alma, Family--
“Then you are leaving?” Alma’s hesitancy caused Ramza to halt briefly in his furious packing.
He released a light sigh and turned to her, his face full of sadness, “My sweet little sister.” Ramza crossed his quarters to where she stood just in the alcove of his bedroom. He brushed a stray wisp of hair from her eyes and caressed her cheek, “It is far too complicated for me to explain.”
“But we’re family Ramza! You can not just leave!” Alma whimpered grabbing at his robes, her face contorting in her sobs as she shook him. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“Everything will be fine Alma,” Ramza hushed her, kissing the top of her head, pulling back when her quivering had subsided, her face blotched and wet. He inhaled and wiped at the few tears trailing down her cheek with the pad of his thumb.
“I shall return soon,” the lie drifted off his tongue before he could stop it, yet he didn’t want to.
Whimpering, Alma enveloped him into another tight hug, her face pressed against the embroidery of his robes. She tightened her arms before pulling away, hastily wiping at her face, trying to dry her tears. Swallowing back her sadness, she straightened her back and gifted Ramza with one of her dazzling smiles.
He knew it was a mask and she knew he was lying, yet neither of them mentioned it.
Ramza returned her smile and caressed her cheek one last time, “I must get to back to packing.”
Alma nodded, “All right.”
Originally Posted to:
comment_fic on April 22, 2013.
