Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 11 Mar 2011
Summary: 02 February 2000 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Kain, Rosa, Kain x Rosa/Rosa x Cecil
Author Notes: afflatus, noun;
1. A divine imparting of knowledge; inspiration.
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 relaxed back against the tree he was in, letting his right leg dangle while his left bent to plant his foot firmly against the branch he was sitting on. Rosa was down below, although she didn't know that the older blonde was there. The dragoon had been in the tree for quite a while, idly watching the rising sun crest the horizon while reflecting on his life. It would probably behoove him to call out to her, lest he startle her later, but for once Kain did not wish to speak to her and remained silent, watching her as she harvested the moss at the base of the tree that was used in salves and potions.
Just yesterday the courts had been pestering him and the dragoon had too much to think about that he did not wish to share. He was getting old enough now that he would need to marry and take up his place as the head of his clan, and the other clans wanted his decision soon. The Highwind clan was important to Baron, after all, and no one wanted to see it die off. The blonde knew his duty, that he was expected to take a wife and breed a sizable family. He did want a family, eventually, but he had no parents to make the arrangements for him and that meant that he could, conceivably, marry for love. Only he felt very little for those around him, because everyone was revoltingly shallow, and he did not want that in a bride.
As his cloudy gaze tracked her movements, the white mage paused and made a soft cooing noise, and chocolate eyes sharpened at the sound only to see a tiny rabbit held up in the palms of her slender hands.
"You poor thing, your leg is broken!"
Softly, so as not to startle the little rabbit, she shifted one hand and cast a healing spell. It looked surprisingly right to see Rosa in such a position, caring for even the most inconsequential of creatures so compassionately. She cared not for Kain's name, was not afraid to hit him soundly for doing something she disapproved of. She wasn't like the others, who all tried so hard to please him that the dragoon knew he'd never see their true colors until it was too late. She was one of the few who he did not simply tolerate because he had to. If he had to take a bride...
"So adorable. Just like Cecil. Alright, there now, be safer from now on!"
...He couldn't be upset about it, not really. She'd never been impressed by him, no matter what he'd done. And no matter what, he wouldn't hurt her for his own sake.
