final fantasy xii. kytes & vaan, in (just slightly) pre-game rabanastre. g. characters belong to square-enix.
ilhonthise.
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Lowtown is dark and dank, but Kytes likes it.
Every sliver of silver sunlight seems that much more precious, he thinks, as they steal their way into the perpetual gloom of Rabanastre's slums. The remnants of a powerful river trickle down the side of a wall; sunbeams dance on its surface as it falls. The sounds of the water -- of all the busy and anxious people moving about -- provide a sort of comfort through familiarity.
This is his home.
He likes running errands for Migelo, even when he forgets midway. He likes playing tag in the city streets, warm daylight burning them only enough to itch. He likes watching Vaan pickpocket, unbeknownst to unlucky passersby, and likes not telling Penelo.
He likes hiding from the world in the corners of Lowtown, in the hidden recesses of Storehouse Number Five, relaxing when he can afford to. They lean against each other -- Vaan and Kytes, Kytes and Vaan, safe from harm -- and rest, the humid afternoon lulling them to sleep. Security is hard to come by, but the reassurances of warm air and warm skin do them plenty of good.
He likes sitting on crates and kicking his feet and waiting for Vaan to show him something new that he's stolen. He likes fiddling with locks he knows he'll open someday, passing the guilt-free time with stories of monsters, dungeons, airships, and kings.
I'll be a sky pirate, says Vaan, smiling dreamily.
I'll keep your loot safe, says Kytes, laughing contentedly.
First you need an airship, says Penelo, smirking affectionately.
Kytes follows the two of them back to Migelo's Sundries, and muses that rat-hunting is his favorite thing in the world.
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( in this hole that we have fixed,
we get further and further and further
for what we must do. )
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01/09/2007