The graces section felt lacking to me, especially considering the amount of time the game has been out, so I've decided to finally post some stuff I've written to contribute. This will be a collection of drabbles that I feel are too short to be stand-alone one-shots. I give no guarantees of when or if future updates will come. All reviews are appreciated, and I will do my best to respond.
"Why do you have hair on your chin?"
"Oh hello there, Sophie." The young girl had snuck up on him while he had been snooping around the Lhant estate. The party was waiting for the two brothers to finish up some political business in the study, which left the rest of them to wander around the house. There was nothing better to do, so Malik figured he might as well try to find some secrets about Asbel or Hubert to bother them about later. Sophie however, had snuck up on him while he had been distracted, a rare feat by his standards. "Do you mean my beard?"
"Yes, why do you have it?" The curious glimmer in his eyes was a look that he was used to. She wanted to know the truth, and she trusted that Malik would alleviate this need. He could tell her anything, even a lie, and she would believe it wholeheartedly - which was most often the case.
"Because I think it makes me look sexy, don't you?" He knew that Cheria would scold him for telling Sophie things like this again. The girl already had enough trouble trying to stop Sophie from talking about inappropriate subjects in public.
"Oh, I see." She responded in monotone. This was a sign that she still had more questions to ask, and soon after she asked another. "Is looking sexy a good thing?"
"Yes, it's a very good thing."
"Then why are you the only one with a beard?"
Malik chuckled, grinning broadly. "It's a benefit of being old; It took me almost my entire life to grow this!"
"Oh, I see. Can I grow one too?"
At this point, Malik knew that there was no way this conversation would slip Cheria's ears, so he might as well make the most of it."You can start! However, they take a very long time to grow. If you start now, you might be able to see it in about five years or so."
"Really? What about the others then? They're all older than me, and none of them have beards."
"Oh, some of them do. They're just very hard to see right now." Malik glanced around him, looking for an unsuspecting victim in his newest amusement. His eyes locked onto an exasperated pink haired girl, that had just walked out of the study. "In fact, I see Cheria over there right now. You should go ask her if she's trying to grow one."
A smile appeared on her face, showing her satisfaction in his answer. "Okay."
The girl ran off gracefully towards the woman. From this distance, Malik could only hear unintelligible murmurs pass from one girl to the other.
However, the scream that Cheria let out, as she ran away covering her face, was audible to everyone in the house.