I write a lot of drabbles and flashfics. This is where I'll dump the FFX ones I write.
Disclaimer: FFX isn't mine, I'm not making any money off of this.
Solstice
—her nature was carved by the desert sands.
(Rikku, wc: 100)
The clouds of Home are made of sand, and the storms suck moisture from her bones and crack her lips. Rikku licks them, tasting the salty-sweet tang. Her next breath burns her lungs.
She's too young to fly, so Aunt teaches her to repair machina the way other girls learn needlework. Wires and gears knit together in her hands and machina buck to life.
Brother says there are places where water, like the desert, stretches to every horizon. Rikku laughs—and wonders.
One day, she thinks, she'll see the sea. But she will always carry the desert in her bones.