Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 26 Feb 2011
Summary: 01 November 1999 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa
Author Notes: chimerical, adjective;
1. Merely imaginary; produced by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; fantastic; improbable or unrealistic.
2. Given to or indulging in unrealistic fantasies or fantastic schemes.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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Sometimes the dragoon wondered how things could have turned out. Had he actually managed to murder his best friend, would anyone have been strong enough to stop the destruction of the world? Having Rosa all to himself seemed like a poor bargain if they were both to die so soon after. Had he been stronger, had he not that terrible weakness to exploit, would it all have gone so far? Likely, but not as quickly. The soldiers of Baron recognized their Lord Commander, and were willing to follow even foul sounding orders coming from him. There was greater hesitance where the unknown, such as Golbez, were involved. Worse, how would his life have turned out should Cecil not have the heart that he had? His king, the man he was sworn to guard and protect, his best friend and greatest foil, had never lost trust in the knight. Not even in the worst depths of his confusion had Cecil looked spitefully upon the dragoon. And, after all was said and done, the paladin had sought to redeem himself in Kain's eyes, as though he had done a single thing in err. Cecil had confided that his guilt lay in his inaction, his inability to see what was directly in front of him, and that he had grievously harmed the dragoon in his obliviousness.
Kain was not and had never been a tactile man, but he had been grateful enough for the younger man's strong embrace that he had willingly returned it in kind. He doubted that anything would be for the better, should anything really have been any different. And he was startlingly glad for what he had.
