Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 3 Apr 2011
Summary: 03 April 2000 edition.
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain
Author Notes: habitue, noun;
1. One who habitually frequents a place.
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 was both surprised and not, when he came back from shedding his weaknesses and found Cecil napping against the old oak in the clearing they had always sparred in during their youth. This was, for all intents and purposes, their spot, and no one bothered them when they went here; when the dragoon had left, he'd made a pact with the paladin that he would return to this place once he felt ready. The blonde hadn't really expected anyone to be around to greet him, for the area was a little out of the way as far as the castle grounds went, but clearly Cecil had intended to be there for him. Absently, Kain wondered if his friend came here every day, and if he had come here every day for the years of his absence. The blonde hadn't sent word that he'd be back; the younger man had no way of knowing when the dragoon would again appear. Further, Cecil was a king; he couldn't possibly have enough free time on his hands to wait for Kain to return, but it was the middle of the day and he was out here napping.
Smiling warmly, Kain merely settled himself next to the younger knight and carefully eased the smaller, unarmored body against his armored frame before pressing his cheek against the soft moon-tone locks at the crown of Cecil's head. He'd been on foot for most of his journey to Baron, and the blonde didn't mind the thought of getting a little rest while he waited for the young king to return to lucidity; besides, Kain had missed the smaller man's presence during his long absence and it was enough to absorb the easy atmosphere now. Perhaps, later, he might ask about this encounter, but for now the dragoon was content to believe that fate had favored him with the undying loyalty of one of the kindest of men.