fic: untitled
Feb. 11th, 2010 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bonnefoisTitle: untitled
Series: FFTA
Character/Pairing: Ritz/Shara
Rating: PG?
Word count: 437
Author's note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink kink meme: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, Ritz/Shara, Crossdressing - Shara loves when Ritz dresses like a Knight (or other predominately male class).
"Another mission?"
Shara looked over her shoulder. There was always something vaguely aloof about her. Still, Ritz found it more deep and serene than off-putting.
"No, sometimes I merely enjoy the feel of armor."
Most of her was hidden in this shell of metal. It was a chain mail and plate mesh, one that showed no hint of her gender, turning her androgynous. The only hint of her feminity was the lack of a helm, for none of them were modified to accommodate her Viera ears. The entire ensemble looked quite heavy, and far from the thin clothing that Shara's class usually wore. Still, Shara did not bend under the weight.
"I like it," Ritz said.
She leaned her head against Shara's back. She was strong and elegant, a mix of soft skin and hard muscle that lay subtle, unnoticed. Shara's hand sought hers, and their fingers intertwined. She wore gauntlets, Ritz wore none. It was a mix of cold and warmth as skin, leather and metal met.
Shara turned to Ritz and ran her fingers through her hair. "I see white growing in again. You look like a true Viera, now."
Shara had always accepted her in this world. Even if she had no ears, and lacked the skin tone, she considered her just as Viera as any other. She was more than just an honorary member: she was one of their own.
When two people come together, they leave their former countries behind. I am of your lineage, and you are of mine. We are one, and the differences do not matter any longer.
Ritz touched her own hair then, somewhat abashed.
"It is beautiful. Whoever told you otherwise was a cretin."
"Yeah...." Ritz said. "They were idiots."
"Then their opinions are meaningless, and should not be taken into account," Shara said with a smile. She did not smile often, and that only had the effect to make each one that much brighter when she did. It was rare, precious to Ritz. She leaned up and kissed Shara. It was slow, lingering feeling. She felt Shara's fingertips against her cheeks, her neck, and finally going down her back in a possessive manner.
There was a reason she didn't want to leave this world, one that Marche wouldn't understand. Because of this, this person and this life she had so wanted, she would protect this world at any cost.
Series: FFTA
Character/Pairing: Ritz/Shara
Rating: PG?
Word count: 437
Author's note:
springkink kink meme: Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, Ritz/Shara, Crossdressing - Shara loves when Ritz dresses like a Knight (or other predominately male class)."Another mission?"
Shara looked over her shoulder. There was always something vaguely aloof about her. Still, Ritz found it more deep and serene than off-putting.
"No, sometimes I merely enjoy the feel of armor."
Most of her was hidden in this shell of metal. It was a chain mail and plate mesh, one that showed no hint of her gender, turning her androgynous. The only hint of her feminity was the lack of a helm, for none of them were modified to accommodate her Viera ears. The entire ensemble looked quite heavy, and far from the thin clothing that Shara's class usually wore. Still, Shara did not bend under the weight.
"I like it," Ritz said.
She leaned her head against Shara's back. She was strong and elegant, a mix of soft skin and hard muscle that lay subtle, unnoticed. Shara's hand sought hers, and their fingers intertwined. She wore gauntlets, Ritz wore none. It was a mix of cold and warmth as skin, leather and metal met.
Shara turned to Ritz and ran her fingers through her hair. "I see white growing in again. You look like a true Viera, now."
Shara had always accepted her in this world. Even if she had no ears, and lacked the skin tone, she considered her just as Viera as any other. She was more than just an honorary member: she was one of their own.
When two people come together, they leave their former countries behind. I am of your lineage, and you are of mine. We are one, and the differences do not matter any longer.
Ritz touched her own hair then, somewhat abashed.
"It is beautiful. Whoever told you otherwise was a cretin."
"Yeah...." Ritz said. "They were idiots."
"Then their opinions are meaningless, and should not be taken into account," Shara said with a smile. She did not smile often, and that only had the effect to make each one that much brighter when she did. It was rare, precious to Ritz. She leaned up and kissed Shara. It was slow, lingering feeling. She felt Shara's fingertips against her cheeks, her neck, and finally going down her back in a possessive manner.
There was a reason she didn't want to leave this world, one that Marche wouldn't understand. Because of this, this person and this life she had so wanted, she would protect this world at any cost.
