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A/N – Drabble (100 word ficlet) set towards the end of the first game. BYO subtext.
Rumour
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"Cid may have something," Leon says, eyes even graver than usual.
Aerith sets down her knitting. She's never been very good, but her hands need things to do and neither he nor Yuffie will let her handle a weapon. "What?"
Leon presses one loose fist against his chin before answering, gaze focused somewhere distant. He won't look at her, but sometimes he gets that way so she doesn't think too much of it.
"Warrior. Blond. Biggest sword reported yet. Probably just rumour …"
Aerith's heart lifts. Her own fists bunch in the wool and she misses the hope in his last sentence.
Fin.