Silent Tears
A/N: Another angsty Terra fic in which she longs for Locke.
Except I like to think my lil' ficcy goes a bit deeper than that.
Chapter 2
Terra awoke in her guest room in the castle in the morning, with her shoes off, still in her dress, and under the covers. Perhaps Locke had taken her upstairs - she must've fallen asleep leaning against him.
Thinking of Locke brought back tears that were still unused since last night, and once more she was completely silent.
[You, Terra, wish to raise an orphanage and be around kids. You'll receive all the love you'll ever need.]
~That's not true!!~ Terra thought, pumelling her pillow in fustration. Her love to her children, while strong, was not enough. It filled her need to have maternal love, but not love. Pure love - passion - lust - she wished to experience any and all of it.
~What's wrong with me?~ She was apalled at herself. Why was she so selfish? Celes and Locke were meant for eachother. She was Locke's best friend, the one he came to for help, and she came to him for comfort.
It made it hurt that much more.
And passion? Lust? She sounded like a sex-crazed Edgar.
Thinking that made her laugh out loud, relief from endless hours of self pity.
The fact that Celes was having problems as a wife already, that Locke was having doubts as a married man, didn't help. She had selfish, selfish, greedy thoughts, hoping secretly for them to seperate..
~I must stop crying. Now. I must!~ She took a deep, shuddering breath, and swallowed her tears. ~I can't be a crybaby forever..I have to accept this maturely, not like a child that wants candy.~
She walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. A young woman looked back at her. Her eyes were a bit squinty and puffy, and her nose was red as well, but they would fade. She blinked.
Terra had ruby red eyes. They were the one remainder that would remind her forever, every time she looked in a mirror, she was once an Esper. Her eyes were once emerald green, like her hair, but had returned to the red eyes of her Esper form after defeating Kefka.
Somehow, this brought her to think of Celes.
Celes was maybe a couple months older than Terra.
Her tumbling, full white-blonde locks have never failed to flatter her. Her chin was rather pointy, and so was her nose, which stuck into the air, true to her proud personality. Despite the sharp, chiseled angles of her face, she was still beautiful. Her eyes were icy crystals, the palest shade of blue. She was taller than Terra by about 5 or 6 inches, and Locke was only just barely her height. Celes - the tall, cold, and beautiful ex-general, and pure as snow.
Terra knew for a fact that the overall male population found Celes attractive compared to Terra. It happened every time someone met Celes after meeting Terra. Edgar 'fell inlove' with Terra the moment he saw her, like he fell inlove with every woman he met. Then he began ignoring her once he met Celes - though she couldn't honestly say that he had ever been enamored of Celes - he respected Locke too much to do anything, perhaps. Locke basically did the same thing, but in a less womanizing way. He promised to protect Terra....
~and told the very same thing to Celes. But at least he kept that promise for her.~ Terra thought. When Terra saw Locke arrive in Arvis' house, dirty, smelly, and grinning as always, her heart had lept at the sound of his voice, and not quite sure why. Locke was the first person she had ever trusted...as far as she could remember, anyway. She didn't know what to think of the woman - yet she was vaguely familiar. And when she saw how protective Locke was of Celes, the traitor general of the Empire, three things hit her at once: the remembrance of Celes from her Imperial days, a reminder of how this was exactly how Locke acted for Terra, and a small, strange, and unfamiliar feeling of jealousy.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Its 10 o'clock." Setzer informed her as she entered the informal dining room. Edgar was seated across from him. They were in the middle of solitaire, where Setzer was undoubtedly winning yet again.
"Morning yourself, Setzer. Where is everyone?" Terra grabbed the pot of coffee and poured herself a cup.
"Sabin is somewhere outside, probably meditating his chi or something." Edgar said, as Setzer chortled. "Locke and Celes, of course, are in their one-bed luxery room I provided them, but I imagine they're packing as we speak for their real honeymoon. I think Gau's outside, maybe with Sabin. Mog and Umaro left early with their blessings. Cyan and Relm are both still in their rooms."
Terra nodded, and sat herself down, sniffing at the steaming mug of liquid appreciatively. "Did Shadow or Gogo happen to stop by anytime last night? I can't really remember."
"Ah, Shadow. He was kind enough to leave a carrier-pigeon letter to us, wishing Celes and Locke 'good luck.'" Edgar twisted his mouth to a strange smile. "I can't imagine what he means by 'good luck'. Perhaps he's had experience in the marriege business."
"Gogo has vanished from the face of the earth. He might be stranded on an island (again) or dead for all we know." Setzer said.
"I win again, Edgar."
Edgar sighed, handing a bag of coins to Setzer.
Setzer weighed the bag and winked at Terra. "I'd best be off soon. I'm destined for Narshe, where Edgar has hooked me up with some folks who might help me out with a new airship. Though I doubt any of them will match Daryl's skill."
"A new airship?" Terra said. "Whats wrong with the Falcon?"
"Nothing! The Falcon is my ladylove - she's as strong as an ox, too. But if the Returners truly wish to start a project of rebuilding all the towns, they'll need something to carry back and forth supplies and people. And I'll never use Falcon for such a thing - I won't stand for my beauty to have to lift bricks and shovels."
"You speak as if the airship were a woman." Terra laughed.
"She might as well be. Then I could marry her." Setzer stood up, stretching. "That reminds me. What happened to the bouqet throwing? I don't remember seeing a mob of crazed middle-aged women tackling Celes' flowers."
"I reminded them about that, but I suppose they forgot." Edgar shrugged. "It doesn't matter now. All the guests have left, leaving behind quite a mess as well." He kicked a balloon out of the way.
"If I should save time and fuel, I'd like to make one trip. Or," as Setzer gazed at Terra, "if you wish to continue your vacation here, I will return in 2 days. I'll be busy until then."
"Hmm, well, I should be getting back to the children." Terra said.
"Relm, Sabin, Locke, and Celes are all staying for at least one more day! The children can wait, Terra." Edgar said.
"Oh, all right." said Terra. "I hope Katarin and Duane can handle the kids by themselves."
"I'm sure they can." Edgar assured her. "They're quite mature and responsible for their age."
"I guess you're right." Terra sighed. "That's what happens when you get married at 16."
"Inevitably, yes." Setzer pulled Terra into a farewell hug, clapped Edgar on the back, and as dramatically as he always was, turned and walked down stairs to the entrance, his long jacket billowing behind him with an invisible wind. The only thing missing was a sunset.
A/N: :D
"Aaaaoooohhh!!!" Something small, green, and skinny jumped through the high window on the ceiling, while doing flips in mid-air, and landed almost silently on all four - legs and arms.
"Wow. That training must really be paying off." Terra said. She leaned over the table and uncovered a large pot - last night's turkey. "Gau HUNGRY!!" The boy leaped - literally - onto the table and shoveled in. Sabin made a less dramatic entrance through the stairs.
Someone yawned. "Last night was spectacular!" Relm said in a tired
voice, stumbling along behind Sabin. "But I think I drank something I thought was punch..I have an awful headache..."
The adults glanced at eachother. Gau didn't even look up from his food. "I didn't even know we had served alcohol with the punch!" Terra said.
Edgar scratched his head in an un-kingly manner. "Well, they were for the adults, and I thought people could tell them apart.."
"Gau drink same thing, and feel fine!" Gau said, and bent his head down again. Relm shook her head, and wobbled down the stairs. Cyan was the last one to duck out his head and walk downstairs, stretching luxeriously. "Who's that eating the leftover turkey? Gau!!"
At the same time, unbeknownst to the crowd in the kitchen, there was a riff going on in the newlyweds' bedroom.
"I can't believe you actually reserved something for us in Jidoor for our honeymoon! Without telling me!" Celes yelled.
Locke tried to explain again, fruitlessly.
"But, Celes, its for the - "
"I thought THIS was our honeymoon! A quiet get-together with our friends, and then we'd go to Narshe so I can get a headstart on organizing Narshe - " Celes was turning a little red in the face from yelling. "You couldn't understand that, obviously!!"
"Damn it, Celes!" Locke roared. "Did you even want to get married? I reserved some seats for us at the opera house!"
"Oh - Locke.." Celes seemed to be calming down, speaking in a quiet voice. "You know as much as I'd love that...The last couple of months have been chaos, and now the world's finally ready to start coming together again, and we'll be busier than ever, and I really want to start now.."
Locke stared at her. This was either a fault or virtue with Locke - he never, ever let a person get away with avoiding a question. He was an excellent interrogater - no one could ever change the subject until they answered his question. He was actually quite persistant.
"Did you even want to get married?" Locke repeated in a softer voice.
Celes was used to Locke's persistancy, however. "Of course!" She said. "Why would I otherwise?"
"Because I don't think I can put up with your shit much longer." Locke said, turning away from him. "Or if its not you that didn't want to get married, maybe its me now that doesn't want to be married..."
Celes gaped at him.
"Fuck you, Locke Cole." Celes said coldly, her eyes turning icy in a mere second. "I don't have to put up with your shit either." She stormed out of the room, leaving Locke to stare silently out the window.
"Where's Setzer?" Celes' bark interrupted everyone's mellow mood and made them jump. "Oh, he just left. Why, leaving already? Impatient to get to the honeymoon?" Edgar said slyly.
Celes didn't answer him. "Then I'll borrow one of your chocobos, Edgar." She said. It wasn't a request.
"Oh - um, alright." Edgar said, in a confused voice, getting up and leaving with Celes to arrange a chocobo. Terra, Relm, Cyan, and Sabin all looked at eachother. Gau just kept on eating.
"Goodbye, Edgar. Tell everyone thank you for coming. And thank you for all you've done." Celes kissed him on the cheek and got on Wark, a scrawny young male chocobo with a strong set of vocal chords, and the best chocobo they had in such short notice. "So I suppose Locke will be joining you later?" He assumed. Celes stopped for a moment, looking at the ground. "..Perhaps."
"Alrighty then!" Edgar said brightly, and lifted Celes up onto the chocobo. Edgar waved at Celes until her figure was gone far into the desert, and he returned inside.
Celes rode away into the desert, looking back at the castle ever so often until it disappeared out of view. Once it did, she slowed down the chocobo to a halt and stared at the sandy ground. Her eyes filled up, and let out the tears she had been holding in since she left the castle. (Never let your enemies see your fear.) She voiced one of Emperor Gestahl's old rules. She stayed there for quite a while, sobbing quietly, while Wark stared concernedly at his rider.
A/N: Another angsty Terra fic in which she longs for Locke.
Except I like to think my lil' ficcy goes a bit deeper than that.
Chapter 2
Terra awoke in her guest room in the castle in the morning, with her shoes off, still in her dress, and under the covers. Perhaps Locke had taken her upstairs - she must've fallen asleep leaning against him.
Thinking of Locke brought back tears that were still unused since last night, and once more she was completely silent.
[You, Terra, wish to raise an orphanage and be around kids. You'll receive all the love you'll ever need.]
~That's not true!!~ Terra thought, pumelling her pillow in fustration. Her love to her children, while strong, was not enough. It filled her need to have maternal love, but not love. Pure love - passion - lust - she wished to experience any and all of it.
~What's wrong with me?~ She was apalled at herself. Why was she so selfish? Celes and Locke were meant for eachother. She was Locke's best friend, the one he came to for help, and she came to him for comfort.
It made it hurt that much more.
And passion? Lust? She sounded like a sex-crazed Edgar.
Thinking that made her laugh out loud, relief from endless hours of self pity.
The fact that Celes was having problems as a wife already, that Locke was having doubts as a married man, didn't help. She had selfish, selfish, greedy thoughts, hoping secretly for them to seperate..
~I must stop crying. Now. I must!~ She took a deep, shuddering breath, and swallowed her tears. ~I can't be a crybaby forever..I have to accept this maturely, not like a child that wants candy.~
She walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. A young woman looked back at her. Her eyes were a bit squinty and puffy, and her nose was red as well, but they would fade. She blinked.
Terra had ruby red eyes. They were the one remainder that would remind her forever, every time she looked in a mirror, she was once an Esper. Her eyes were once emerald green, like her hair, but had returned to the red eyes of her Esper form after defeating Kefka.
Somehow, this brought her to think of Celes.
Celes was maybe a couple months older than Terra.
Her tumbling, full white-blonde locks have never failed to flatter her. Her chin was rather pointy, and so was her nose, which stuck into the air, true to her proud personality. Despite the sharp, chiseled angles of her face, she was still beautiful. Her eyes were icy crystals, the palest shade of blue. She was taller than Terra by about 5 or 6 inches, and Locke was only just barely her height. Celes - the tall, cold, and beautiful ex-general, and pure as snow.
Terra knew for a fact that the overall male population found Celes attractive compared to Terra. It happened every time someone met Celes after meeting Terra. Edgar 'fell inlove' with Terra the moment he saw her, like he fell inlove with every woman he met. Then he began ignoring her once he met Celes - though she couldn't honestly say that he had ever been enamored of Celes - he respected Locke too much to do anything, perhaps. Locke basically did the same thing, but in a less womanizing way. He promised to protect Terra....
~and told the very same thing to Celes. But at least he kept that promise for her.~ Terra thought. When Terra saw Locke arrive in Arvis' house, dirty, smelly, and grinning as always, her heart had lept at the sound of his voice, and not quite sure why. Locke was the first person she had ever trusted...as far as she could remember, anyway. She didn't know what to think of the woman - yet she was vaguely familiar. And when she saw how protective Locke was of Celes, the traitor general of the Empire, three things hit her at once: the remembrance of Celes from her Imperial days, a reminder of how this was exactly how Locke acted for Terra, and a small, strange, and unfamiliar feeling of jealousy.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Its 10 o'clock." Setzer informed her as she entered the informal dining room. Edgar was seated across from him. They were in the middle of solitaire, where Setzer was undoubtedly winning yet again.
"Morning yourself, Setzer. Where is everyone?" Terra grabbed the pot of coffee and poured herself a cup.
"Sabin is somewhere outside, probably meditating his chi or something." Edgar said, as Setzer chortled. "Locke and Celes, of course, are in their one-bed luxery room I provided them, but I imagine they're packing as we speak for their real honeymoon. I think Gau's outside, maybe with Sabin. Mog and Umaro left early with their blessings. Cyan and Relm are both still in their rooms."
Terra nodded, and sat herself down, sniffing at the steaming mug of liquid appreciatively. "Did Shadow or Gogo happen to stop by anytime last night? I can't really remember."
"Ah, Shadow. He was kind enough to leave a carrier-pigeon letter to us, wishing Celes and Locke 'good luck.'" Edgar twisted his mouth to a strange smile. "I can't imagine what he means by 'good luck'. Perhaps he's had experience in the marriege business."
"Gogo has vanished from the face of the earth. He might be stranded on an island (again) or dead for all we know." Setzer said.
"I win again, Edgar."
Edgar sighed, handing a bag of coins to Setzer.
Setzer weighed the bag and winked at Terra. "I'd best be off soon. I'm destined for Narshe, where Edgar has hooked me up with some folks who might help me out with a new airship. Though I doubt any of them will match Daryl's skill."
"A new airship?" Terra said. "Whats wrong with the Falcon?"
"Nothing! The Falcon is my ladylove - she's as strong as an ox, too. But if the Returners truly wish to start a project of rebuilding all the towns, they'll need something to carry back and forth supplies and people. And I'll never use Falcon for such a thing - I won't stand for my beauty to have to lift bricks and shovels."
"You speak as if the airship were a woman." Terra laughed.
"She might as well be. Then I could marry her." Setzer stood up, stretching. "That reminds me. What happened to the bouqet throwing? I don't remember seeing a mob of crazed middle-aged women tackling Celes' flowers."
"I reminded them about that, but I suppose they forgot." Edgar shrugged. "It doesn't matter now. All the guests have left, leaving behind quite a mess as well." He kicked a balloon out of the way.
"If I should save time and fuel, I'd like to make one trip. Or," as Setzer gazed at Terra, "if you wish to continue your vacation here, I will return in 2 days. I'll be busy until then."
"Hmm, well, I should be getting back to the children." Terra said.
"Relm, Sabin, Locke, and Celes are all staying for at least one more day! The children can wait, Terra." Edgar said.
"Oh, all right." said Terra. "I hope Katarin and Duane can handle the kids by themselves."
"I'm sure they can." Edgar assured her. "They're quite mature and responsible for their age."
"I guess you're right." Terra sighed. "That's what happens when you get married at 16."
"Inevitably, yes." Setzer pulled Terra into a farewell hug, clapped Edgar on the back, and as dramatically as he always was, turned and walked down stairs to the entrance, his long jacket billowing behind him with an invisible wind. The only thing missing was a sunset.
A/N: :D
"Aaaaoooohhh!!!" Something small, green, and skinny jumped through the high window on the ceiling, while doing flips in mid-air, and landed almost silently on all four - legs and arms.
"Wow. That training must really be paying off." Terra said. She leaned over the table and uncovered a large pot - last night's turkey. "Gau HUNGRY!!" The boy leaped - literally - onto the table and shoveled in. Sabin made a less dramatic entrance through the stairs.
Someone yawned. "Last night was spectacular!" Relm said in a tired
voice, stumbling along behind Sabin. "But I think I drank something I thought was punch..I have an awful headache..."
The adults glanced at eachother. Gau didn't even look up from his food. "I didn't even know we had served alcohol with the punch!" Terra said.
Edgar scratched his head in an un-kingly manner. "Well, they were for the adults, and I thought people could tell them apart.."
"Gau drink same thing, and feel fine!" Gau said, and bent his head down again. Relm shook her head, and wobbled down the stairs. Cyan was the last one to duck out his head and walk downstairs, stretching luxeriously. "Who's that eating the leftover turkey? Gau!!"
At the same time, unbeknownst to the crowd in the kitchen, there was a riff going on in the newlyweds' bedroom.
"I can't believe you actually reserved something for us in Jidoor for our honeymoon! Without telling me!" Celes yelled.
Locke tried to explain again, fruitlessly.
"But, Celes, its for the - "
"I thought THIS was our honeymoon! A quiet get-together with our friends, and then we'd go to Narshe so I can get a headstart on organizing Narshe - " Celes was turning a little red in the face from yelling. "You couldn't understand that, obviously!!"
"Damn it, Celes!" Locke roared. "Did you even want to get married? I reserved some seats for us at the opera house!"
"Oh - Locke.." Celes seemed to be calming down, speaking in a quiet voice. "You know as much as I'd love that...The last couple of months have been chaos, and now the world's finally ready to start coming together again, and we'll be busier than ever, and I really want to start now.."
Locke stared at her. This was either a fault or virtue with Locke - he never, ever let a person get away with avoiding a question. He was an excellent interrogater - no one could ever change the subject until they answered his question. He was actually quite persistant.
"Did you even want to get married?" Locke repeated in a softer voice.
Celes was used to Locke's persistancy, however. "Of course!" She said. "Why would I otherwise?"
"Because I don't think I can put up with your shit much longer." Locke said, turning away from him. "Or if its not you that didn't want to get married, maybe its me now that doesn't want to be married..."
Celes gaped at him.
"Fuck you, Locke Cole." Celes said coldly, her eyes turning icy in a mere second. "I don't have to put up with your shit either." She stormed out of the room, leaving Locke to stare silently out the window.
"Where's Setzer?" Celes' bark interrupted everyone's mellow mood and made them jump. "Oh, he just left. Why, leaving already? Impatient to get to the honeymoon?" Edgar said slyly.
Celes didn't answer him. "Then I'll borrow one of your chocobos, Edgar." She said. It wasn't a request.
"Oh - um, alright." Edgar said, in a confused voice, getting up and leaving with Celes to arrange a chocobo. Terra, Relm, Cyan, and Sabin all looked at eachother. Gau just kept on eating.
"Goodbye, Edgar. Tell everyone thank you for coming. And thank you for all you've done." Celes kissed him on the cheek and got on Wark, a scrawny young male chocobo with a strong set of vocal chords, and the best chocobo they had in such short notice. "So I suppose Locke will be joining you later?" He assumed. Celes stopped for a moment, looking at the ground. "..Perhaps."
"Alrighty then!" Edgar said brightly, and lifted Celes up onto the chocobo. Edgar waved at Celes until her figure was gone far into the desert, and he returned inside.
Celes rode away into the desert, looking back at the castle ever so often until it disappeared out of view. Once it did, she slowed down the chocobo to a halt and stared at the sandy ground. Her eyes filled up, and let out the tears she had been holding in since she left the castle. (Never let your enemies see your fear.) She voiced one of Emperor Gestahl's old rules. She stayed there for quite a while, sobbing quietly, while Wark stared concernedly at his rider.