little pieces of
the nothing that fall
I don't own Final Fantasy four.
Summary: The first night
he shed innocent blood.
Rosa was in his room waiting for him when he came home after getting the first crystal. He still had blood under his fingernails. Innocent blood.
"Do you need me to use cure?"
He wasn't bleeding any longer but there were still cuts and bruises all over his body. That wasn't unusual. He didn't like white mages using their power on him if they didn't have to so he tended to only get the bare minium.
He chose the path of the dark sword.
Rosa knew this. She also much have known the exact nature of his mission to even bother to ask if he needed her magic.
Cecil closed his eyes. "No."
He heard her stand up and walk over to him. She set her hands on his hips and leaned over to press her face against his neck. "Don't blame yourself."
Cecil didn't answer.
She dug her fingers into his hips, and against the skin of his neck, he could feel her biting her bottom lip. "I hate it when you do this to yourself."
"It's late," Cecil muttered into her hair. "Your mother is probably worried."
Slowly, hesitantly, her hands lingering on his skin, she pulled away.