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Mealtime Musings
Yet another Zexion-fic. Post- Golden Chamber 2, this shows an ordinary mealtime in the Lindblum Regency. Enjoy!
Mealtime Musings
Zexion brought the fork up to his mouth and placed the mouthful carefully on his tongue, before closing his mouth and chewing gracefully. This was his favourite meal; but he had to eat it in front of the court tonight. As the Roast Chicken melted on his tongue, he elegantly cut up another piece on his plate, placed it on his fork, and brought it up again. Everything had to be perfect.
Being Gildas’ advisor seemed like more fun, to begin with. Suggest things here and there, give advice when it was called for. And boy, was it called for. Gildas never did, but everyone from every other department of the castle was asking his advice, as he was so close to the Regent. Of course, nobody knew they were lovers, and nobody except Artania knew they shared a bed, apart from one low-ranking guard who had stumbled in one night, shocked to see the Regent doing such… interesting things with the Court Advisor.
Zexion could put up with this. His love for Gildas kept him strong, kept him happy, and this was what kept him fighting. Zexion would deal with the coldness, the empty friendship and the fake mediocrity, knowing that, in the time they spent alone, Gildas showed Zexion how much he truly loved him. Nothing pleased Zexion more than entering Gildas’ room after a hard, long day’s work, and spending the night sleeping peacefully in his lover’s embrace.
As the court made trivial conversation around him, Zexion nodded politely, smiled between mouthfuls, and made no eye contact with his Regent. Gildas never ate in public, maintaining an air of mystery, and often spent his mealtimes with his hand resting secretly on Zexion’s thigh. This had taken some getting used to, but now Zexion could feel Gildas’ touch and not make a sound, or change his expression at all.
Finishing his meal, Zexion lowered his hands to his lap, where one hand ran playfully across his lover’s. Artania shot him a dangerous look, but Zexion merely smiled, timing it perfectly with the punch-line of Minister Abrax’s latest pathetic joke. Gildas laughed heartily, a new skill of his, and looked around at the conversing courtiers, purposely avoiding Zexion. “Well, we all seem to have finished. Servants? Would you be so kind as to remove our plates?” The men in waiter’s uniforms leapt from the wall, where they had been standing, and walked briskly to remove the cutlery and fine china from the table.
Gildas clicked his fingers, and one servant pulled his chair back. Standing up, he nodded to the servant, who smiled and proceeded to help Zexion as well. Smiling, Zexion stood up as well, and looked inquiringly at the Regent. “My lord, you have a meeting in two hours, may I suggest you retire to your bedchambers and change accordingly?” Gildas nodded. “Excellent idea. May I ask for your presence? I am unsure of my new robes, they seem to be an un-flattering shade of Amethyst…”
Zexion nodded, and followed his Regent down the corridor to his bedchambers. As he followed his Regent into the room, they both new that Purple robes were the last thing they’d be talking about.
Pulling Back
Another Zexion-fic. Like the past two, this Zexy-fic is based (however loosely) on true events (that have happened to me). This one is set just after Golden Chamber 2, slightly before Golden Chamber 3.
Pulling Back
Gildas pulled back. Zexion opened his eyes, his lips still locked in that position, his shirt and Gildas’ discarded on the floor. “I’m… I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to go to bed.” Gildas picked up his shirt, draping it over his shoulders, and left the room quickly. Zexion stood there, his eyes focused on that one point, just thinking. What? What? What?
Zexion picked up his shirt and slid it back on. With every button he put back into place, his mind was reeling. Why had Gildas suddenly… stopped? Button. What was wrong? Button. Gildas did take naps, but… Button. Something was wrong… Button. Now what? He stood still in the large living room, the fireplace still crackling to his side. Gildas… what was wrong with him?
Ever since becoming Regent, Gildas was acting differently. Of course, this was to be expected: he had a public to be perfect for, and guards to impress. But… Gildas had never pulled out of a kiss before. Zexions mind swam with thoughts. Did he not love me anymore? Was he just genuinely tired, and not awake enough for…more? He didn’t understand. Why?
Zexion sat down on the expensive sofa and lay his head on the side. The look in Gildas’ eyes… Sorrow? Was he cheating on him? No. Gildas would never do that. There was Demyx, but Gildas was being controlled. Of course he was. The radio by the fireplace swapped songs, skipping to their old favourite, “Lilium”. As the Latin broke into his thoughts he calmed down. Gildas was just…tired. And that was to be expected, he’d had no less that seven meetings today, and another four scheduled for tomorrow. He had to be on top form, and…
Zexion sat watching the fire crackling quietly in the grate, and a single, solitary tear ran down his cheek. Gildas was the only one who could ever make him cry… and it was a skill being put into practise more and more recently. Gildas never meant to, of course, but Zexion needed comfort, the strong boy that Gildas had been, rather than the cold, patriotic… heterosexual leader that he had to become. That was what hurt Zexion the most. Gildas would, eventually, to calm the public, have to marry. And he would have to have a wife, and have children to continue his rule. Zexion’s eyes flooded with tears. Children… that would mean he would be second-best, not important anymore… Gildas never wanted children, nor did he ever want a ‘wife’, but Zexion couldn’t help but feel he would be forced into it.
Zexion stepped forwards. He wasn’t important. Not anymore. He was second-best, silver-medallist, not good enough. He stepped forwards once more. The fire became louder as he leant forward, feeling the heat lick against his skin. One swift leap into this warmth and it would be over. No more pain, no more unhappiness, no more suffering. A few moments of physical scarring and then it would all change.
He leant further forward. Gildas didn’t need him anymore.
His left foot eased closer. Gildas would find a wife and be happy.
He reached his hand out. Gildas…
Gildas…
No. Gildas wouldn’t want this.
He stepped back, towards the sofa, feeling ashen. Gildas may have been cold recently… but a smile from him was always enough to warm his heart. Zexion thought back. If Gildas hadn’t stopped, Zexion wouldn’t have faced this decision. Wouldn’t have realised… just how special Gildas really was to him.
So sometimes, on nights when Zexion needed comforting… He always thought… Maybe it’s not so bad, pulling back…
Conversation Closed
Another Zexion-based fan-fic, this one shows the night before Gildas' death. Based on the Golden Chamber fan-fic series by Haru 93 and myself.
Gildas looked up at his lover. Zexion lay there, lying with him, the bedcovers pulled up to his neck. Zexion smiled. “What is it?” Gildas just looked back to his love. “Zexion… you know what’s going to happen… right? With me, I mean? And you know it’s… tomorrow, right?” Zexion looked sadly at his boyfriend. “Yes. I know.” Gildas looked away, blinking back the tears appearing quickly in his eyes.
“Well, Zexion, my love… Tomorrow, when I do… die… I want you to find someone new.” Zexion shook his head. “No. Never. I never want anyone but you. You’re so perfect… no-one could even compare to you.” Gildas shuffled beneath the bedcovers, turning away from the man he loved. “You don’t… understand. I’ll be gone. Forever. You’ll never see me again. And… you can’t just shut yourself away because I’m gone. You mean so much to me, I can’t just trap you like this. You need to find someone else who will love you.”
Zexion shook his head violently. “I can’t. I can go without… without physical touch. I don’t care. I just want you. No-one but you, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever did anything against you… I love you.” Zexion’s arms wrapped around his lovers’ waist, holding him tightly. Gildas squeezed his hands. “I know you do. And I love you… which is why I have to set you free. You can’t stay shackled to me after I die, you have to move on, find someone else who makes you feel this way…”
Zexion’s voice was quivering. “I can’t… I can’t. I love you too much, I could never let you go…” Gildas turned and looked back at him, “You have to.” Zexion shook his head again. “I just can’t, Gildas! Don’t you see? You’re the only one who can make me feel like this, I’ve never cried for a guy before, never! Then you came into my life and… I can’t live without you…”
Gildas threw the bedcovers aside and got out of the bed they shared. “What… Where are you going?” Gildas walked silently to the wardrobe, pulled out a pair of semi-formal jeans and a white shirt and pulled them quickly on. “Gildas? What are you doing?” Gildas walked to the mirror, mad a vague attempt to comb his hair, and walked to the door, opening it into the darkness. “Gildas, talk to me!” Gildas turned his head slightly, and looked at the floor by his feet. “No more. Conversation closed.” Silently, Gildas left the room, without a backwards glance to Zexion, who was now crying quietly into the extravagant pillows.
Gildas walked to the roof top, and sat watching the moonlit sky. The stars shone brighter than ever, and he knew what was to come. “Tomorrow I die… tomorrow I leave you, my love… I just hope, in breaking my heart and breaking yours, I’ve made thing easier for you…”
Awake
Beautiful song I've heard recently, "Awake" by Secondhand Serenade inspired this songfic. It's based on Zexion (as seen from the Golden Chamber series).
Awake
Zexion rose from his bedside. Turning on the radio next to his bed, he contemplated another long day of Lindblum ministration. He hated this job… Ever since Gildas died, he… that had done it. He blinked back the tears, and before he knew it, the radio had changed songs… “Awake” began to play.
As soon as the intro came on, Zexion dashed for the radio. This was their song, and he couldn’t manage it without-
“With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes… I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do, you’re an angel disguised… And you’re lying real still, but your heartbeat is fast just like mine…”
No. No. Not now. Zexion fumbled with the buttons, trying to turn it off. Please.
“I will share the air I breathe, I’ll give you my heart on a string, I just don’t wanna miss anything…”
He blinked back the tears. His vision was blurred. Come one, please, please… which was the off button? On the left…
“You’re my Key to Survival and if it’s a Hero you want, I can save you just stay here… Your whispers are priceless, your breath it is dear just please stay near…”
Too late. Zexion dissolved into sobs on his bed, wanting everything to end. Please. He couldn’t take this any longer. He missed him too much…
“Say my name, so I know it’s true, you’re changing me, you’re changing me… You’ve shown me how to live…”
Zexion threw himself into his pillow, pounding it with his fist. It wasn’t fair. Why did Gildas die? Why? Gildas was the only one… the only one in his life who meant anything anymore, and now he was gone… why did he bother to wake up in the mornings? What drove Zexion to live anymore?
“Will you stay awake for me? I don’t wanna miss anything, I don’t wanna miss anything…”
Miss anything? Gildas wasn’t missing anything at all, just the cries and tears of his love as he faced another day of anguish and pain. This was more than he could bear, he hadn’t heard this song since he and Gildas had spent their last, duty-free night under the stars, his hands in Zexion’s hair, not thinking about the future but gazing into each others eyes…
“I’ll share the air I breathe, I’ll give you my heart on a string, I just don’t wanna miss anything…”
It was over. Zexion composed himself, readjusting his robes that he forgot to take off the night before. He walked over to the mirror, and began to improve his appearance, getting rid of the tear stains in his cheeks and putting wax in his hair to regain his previous looks. Gildas always did like his hair like this… With a heavy heart, Zexion opened the door and stepped out, walking briskly along the corridor. The King and Queen had a meeting in thirty minutes.
FFIV: Edge's Proposition
I saw that there weren't many Words for Final Fantasies 1-6, so I decided to write one of IV. This is all from Edge's point of view. Enjoy!
Edge's Proposition
Just look at her. Isn’t she amazing? Her green hair flowing in the wind… I can’t help but look. It really doesn’t help that she’s wearing the most scanty outfit going. Have you seen how much skin she’s showing? It’s insane! Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Last time I saw her was at Cecil and Rosa’s coronation… I miss her so much, how can Grandfather expect me to run Eblan with her on my mind? I’ve decided. Eblan can run itself, we don’t have any enemies anymore. Granfather can sort everything out. I’ve got to go to the Underworld, to Feymarch… To Rydia.
Every time I think of her my heart skips a beat, it’s a wonder I’m still alive. She’s always on my mind, her beautiful eyes… I can’t stop thinking of her. I’ve got to go, now. Let me check my bag… Okay, I’ve got enough rations for a week; it should only take me a few days to get there. Hi-Potions, check. After defeating Zeromus though, I doubt I’ll have any trouble. I could’ve taken that overgrown rat down by myself. A few Gremlins and a Sorceress or two won’t cause me any pain. Ermm… oh yeah! I’ll need Masamune and Murasame, that’ll make things a lot easier. Is that it? I think so. Let’s head off!
Okay, I’ve just reached the Tower of Babil. The monsters here are meant to be difficult, this was Golbez’ personal Crystal Cache, wasn’t it? They’re a breeze, though, apart from the Yellow Dragons, they’re a nightmare. Only a few more floors to go. I could’ve jumped, but without my trusty Falcon I’d surely fall to my doom. Or would I? Nah, not worth the risk. I’ve waited months to see my darling Rydia, another few minutes on my journey won’t hurt. Is that the entrance? I think it is… Oh god. I forgot that Golbez broke the bridge… how am I going to get out now? Is there any Ninjutsu I could use? Let’s see… Flame? No. Flood might do the trick… Let’s try that. “FLOOD!” Well, there’s now a small amount of cool-ish looking rock, better bridge than lava I guess.
Okay, I’m back. The Dwarven Kingdom. It’s as good as new, though the tanks are gone. I hope good old King Giott has enough scrap metal left over… Or… hang on, is that an Airship over there? Maybe Cid let them borrow a little Overworld Technology, hmm… There’s nothing for it! I need to see Rydia now! Wait, it isn’t even locked in position? The controls are the same as the Falcon, I can control this easy. This button here starts the engine, this brings out the wings… I’m on my way, my sweet Rydia!
The Passage to the Feymarch hasn’t changed one bit. I knew I should’ve asked Rosa the secret of Float spells, but there’s nothing for it now. Good thing I brought those Hi-Potions along, isn’t it? Ouch, why does there have to be Lava in a Cave like this? It’s really hurting! And if I use Flood, I’ll flood the entire cave and I’ll get washed out. That won’t help. Nothing for it… Ow… Gah, this stings! Hi-Potion please!
That’s it! The portal to the Feymarch! I’m not far away now, my darling! Woah… I never did get over the whole “Teleportation” sensation. Ha! That rhymes! Anyway, where was I? Here, apparently. Excuse me, do you…? Oh, thanks for listening. Hey, you over there! Do you know a… Hello? Is nobody going to pay attention to me? Fine then. I’ll make my own way. The red portal takes me further in, and from… here, I need to find the Library again. Okay, that’s the Weapons Shop, it’s not my fault I can’t read Feyenese! Ermmm… A book sign? That might be the Library… Yes, apparently it is. It was the third floor down I think… Here we are, the Throne Room. Excuse me your Majesty, I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Edge of Eblan? Yes, the loud one. Yes okay, I get it. I was wondering if you’d seen Rydia around? I need to ask her something… She left? Okay. She’ll be back in half an hour? I can wait.
Oh, Rydia my sweet! How I’ve missed you! The clouds of the Overworld sky rain heavy tears upon my soul when I… what? Sorry, I’ll get to the point. I’ve got a proposition for you, my dear. I know you’re next in line for the succession of the Feymarch throne, but please, hear me out. I have a kingdom of my own… Okay, maybe I don’t rule it so well, which is why I need you! Rydia, love of my life, will you marry me?
Ouch. Well, I’m back in Eblan, short three Hi-Potions, an Elixir and One Rydia. Didn’t think she’d slap me that hard, though. Did I really deserve that? Me, Edge, Prince of Eblan, deserve that hard a slap? Maybe. Oh well. She said no, that’s the thing. Maybe I’ll ask her again tomorrow.
