Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 26 Feb 2011
Summary: 02 November 1999 edition.
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Kain x Cecil
Author Notes: sybarite, noun;
1. A person devoted to luxury and pleasure.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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Kain had thought for a long time, even after having entered his sort of grudging friendship with Prince Cecil, that the boy was stuck up and prissy. After all, the smaller male wore clothing that was pretty. As in girly pretty. His hair was a bit too well kept for a man and his nails were manicured, and he obviously wore cosmetics because his lips were always blue. Plus he was very short, shorter than Rosa, and he was slender like she was. It was just wrong for a man, no matter the age, to be so soft and delicate.
Then Kain had seen the little bloodless prince fight. Small as he was, completely lacking in pedigree, he was nevertheless fierce and he'd done far more damage to his opponents than had been served to him. And, once the other boys were on their backs, the tiny prince stood tall and dusted off his ripped clothing before gasping and bemoaning the fact that he'd chipped a nail. Kain wasn't sure whether he was more impressed by the boy's prowess or depressed by his obviously skewed priorities.
By the time they were in their mid-teens, after research in the form of many nights spent alone with naught but the prince and their hormones, Kain had at least concluded that Cecil had no belief that he was better than anyone else just because of his title and that the prince didn't use cosmetics. His lips, along with the rest of his mouth, were naturally a very vivid blue, not to mention very soft. The well cared for skin wasn't such an affront to his senses when he was touching it; the blonde could get used to such supple flesh without difficulty. Cecil was still prissy, though.