Hey, what is this abomination!?
Well, I know this pairing and every pairing drabbles I will write later are pretty much non-existant. But what's wrong with crackshipping? Though some are canon, anyway. And here's a reminder: this fanfic will jump between timelines and games constantly. So if this chapter takes place in AG 937, the next could be taken place at AG 944, or even AD 1204.
Besides, this is my first fanfic series (yeah, series; this is just Chapter 1) I publish in this site. Reviews are welcome!
Chapter 1 - Thank You
AG 937, Month 3, Day 12
It's over. Yeah, it's over. The war between Gods, her feelings for Avin…it's over. Avin and Rutice are totally made for each other and everyone can see it, Archem thought. A small scar was formed in her heart as she overheard Avin and Rutice talking about their feelings for each other while sightseeing on Valkd.
Yet she didn't want to interfere. She knew it would happen, anyway. And yet, it still hurts.
Feeling frustrated and confused, Archem wandered aimlessly through Valkd. Until she felt tired and decided to go to the tavern, hoping that nobody would find her.
But she was wrong. Thomas was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of beer, as usual. Knowing the consequences, Archem went and sat beside him.
"A good girl should not go to the bar alone, you know. Especially an underage one like you", said Thomas as he took a sip from his glass.
"I'm just frustrated, Mister Thomas", Archem replied. She stayed quiet for a while. "You know that I like Avin, right?"
"Very much. And I thought you've gotten over it?"
"At first I just want to believe that Avin is oblivious, like Mile implied to me. And he's just focused too much on his mission to even bother with me. I knew that Rutice loves him from our chat before. But…"
Archem broke into tears. As she continued sobbing, Thomas tried to circle his right arm around her shoulders.
"Cry if you want. I'm here with you."
Archem couldn't take it anymore. She screamed and sobbed so loud, and buried her head on Thomas' chest. Thomas just stared at her in pity. After a while, Archem calmed down.
"Done yet?" he asked. Archem just nodded.
"Good. Now go back to Grand Cathedral before I could do anything to you."
"Pardon?"
Thomas took a large gulp from his glass. "You know, men tend to be uncontrollable when they're drunk. Now go before it's too late."
"…Thank you, Mister Thomas."
"Please, just call me 'Thomas'."
"Okay, Thomas...!" Archem responded with a smile in her face. A smile full of happiness and new hope.
As Archem rose from her seat and left the tavern, Thomas took another sip from his glass.
"You're welcome, my little Archem."