Dragon's Tears
Four - Ramza's Grief
Standard disclaimers apply; I don't own any Final Fantasy Tactics characters. All ideas used and original characters belong to Beware of Mage and Tsuki Ryu Productions. I don't own any of the lyrics I print; I just think they add a nicely atmospheric touch and belong to musicians whose music I adore. All excerpts from the game belong to Square. Enjoy!
Kohaku Frost
Sorry it has taken so long to update. I hope you like my fic so far, I think I'm getting better, but it would help for someone to tell me so! ^_^
Can you tell I'm faking it?
But I want to be myself
A counterfeit disposition
Can't be good for my health
So many different faces
Depending on the different phases
My personality changes
I'm a chameleon
There's more than one dimension
I can fool you and attract attention
Camouflage my nature
Let me demonstrate
Makeup's all off
Who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
Who am I?
If you bore me then I'm comfortable
If you interest me then I'm scared
My attraction paralyzes me
No courage to show my true colors that exist
But I want to be the real thing
But if you catch my eye can't be authentic
The ones I loathe are the ones that know me the best
Makeup's all off
Who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
Who am I?
The makeup's all off
Who am I?
If the magic's in the makeup
Then who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
But I want to be the real thing
But the magic's in the makeup
And I want to be the real thing
My makeup's all off
Who am I?
"Magic's in the Makeup" No Doubt
Ramza walked up the steps to the massive front doors of Beoulve Castle. He came bearing terrible news to his elder brothers: Rin had been kidnapped in the night by renegade Death Corps members, and there was no sign of her anywhere in all of Igros. The blonde squire had been up the whole night, scouring the countryside, looking for his beloved Rin. But it was as if something had simply swooped down and snatched her away. He wanted, no needed to find her, for his sake as much as Alma's. For the simple fact that he had never told her how much he loved her...
Once inside the opulent castle, Ramza went straight to Dycedarg's office. Zalbag was sitting in a red wingback chair, and Dycedarg was behind the desk. Ramza stopped and studied their faces a moment. Something didn't feel right.
"Brothers, they monastery was attacked last night." Ramza caught an accusatory glance from Zalbag to Dycedarg, but he continued nonetheless. "It seems they were after Rin. She was kidnapped trying to save Alma, and that's the last we know of what happened to her. We found where she tried to escape, but her attempts all failed. The chocobo was, surprisingly, traced back here, to Igros. Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?!" Ramza had seen Zalbag pale suddenly, and glare even more fiercely at Dycedarg. And he saw Dycedarg's warning look at Zalbag. It was then that he knew, Dycedarg was responsible for Rin's disappearance.
"Ramza, I had one of our operatives within the Death Corps bring Rin here, so that I could confront her with her activities lately. As sad as it is, Rin was and agent of Prince Goltana, and she was planning an assassination attempt on our own Prince Larg." Dycedarg's words were sweet, but Ramza knew better. He wasn't a fool, in spite of his youth, and he had seen the way Dycedarg had looked at Rin on her last visit. And there had been other girls, lovely maids, serving girls, all had disappeared, once Dycedarg got that look. And now his own beloved Rin, whose hair was darker than night, and her eyes of emeralds always laughing, teasing, always looking at Ramza...
Ramza turned on his heel and stormed out of the castle. He ran through the well tended gardens until he reached the old gazebo covered with climbing roses that had been Rin's favorite place. It was on the edge of the property, and Rin had adored it. Ramza threw himself on the padded bench and sobbed, his pained screams becoming soft howls muffled by his arms. The tears poured down his cheeks, soaking the cushioned seat, but he didn't care. His love, his dark haired, laughing eyed angel was gone, destroyed at his brother's hand.
Hours later, Ramza went directly to his chocobo and saddled up, riding back to Gariland. He didn't set foot in Beoulve castle until his father's death. And he swore that Rin would be avenged.
End Chapter Four - Ramza's Grief
Four - Ramza's Grief
Standard disclaimers apply; I don't own any Final Fantasy Tactics characters. All ideas used and original characters belong to Beware of Mage and Tsuki Ryu Productions. I don't own any of the lyrics I print; I just think they add a nicely atmospheric touch and belong to musicians whose music I adore. All excerpts from the game belong to Square. Enjoy!
Kohaku Frost
Sorry it has taken so long to update. I hope you like my fic so far, I think I'm getting better, but it would help for someone to tell me so! ^_^
Can you tell I'm faking it?
But I want to be myself
A counterfeit disposition
Can't be good for my health
So many different faces
Depending on the different phases
My personality changes
I'm a chameleon
There's more than one dimension
I can fool you and attract attention
Camouflage my nature
Let me demonstrate
Makeup's all off
Who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
Who am I?
If you bore me then I'm comfortable
If you interest me then I'm scared
My attraction paralyzes me
No courage to show my true colors that exist
But I want to be the real thing
But if you catch my eye can't be authentic
The ones I loathe are the ones that know me the best
Makeup's all off
Who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
Who am I?
The makeup's all off
Who am I?
If the magic's in the makeup
Then who am I?
Magic's in the makeup
But I want to be the real thing
But the magic's in the makeup
And I want to be the real thing
My makeup's all off
Who am I?
"Magic's in the Makeup" No Doubt
Ramza walked up the steps to the massive front doors of Beoulve Castle. He came bearing terrible news to his elder brothers: Rin had been kidnapped in the night by renegade Death Corps members, and there was no sign of her anywhere in all of Igros. The blonde squire had been up the whole night, scouring the countryside, looking for his beloved Rin. But it was as if something had simply swooped down and snatched her away. He wanted, no needed to find her, for his sake as much as Alma's. For the simple fact that he had never told her how much he loved her...
Once inside the opulent castle, Ramza went straight to Dycedarg's office. Zalbag was sitting in a red wingback chair, and Dycedarg was behind the desk. Ramza stopped and studied their faces a moment. Something didn't feel right.
"Brothers, they monastery was attacked last night." Ramza caught an accusatory glance from Zalbag to Dycedarg, but he continued nonetheless. "It seems they were after Rin. She was kidnapped trying to save Alma, and that's the last we know of what happened to her. We found where she tried to escape, but her attempts all failed. The chocobo was, surprisingly, traced back here, to Igros. Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?!" Ramza had seen Zalbag pale suddenly, and glare even more fiercely at Dycedarg. And he saw Dycedarg's warning look at Zalbag. It was then that he knew, Dycedarg was responsible for Rin's disappearance.
"Ramza, I had one of our operatives within the Death Corps bring Rin here, so that I could confront her with her activities lately. As sad as it is, Rin was and agent of Prince Goltana, and she was planning an assassination attempt on our own Prince Larg." Dycedarg's words were sweet, but Ramza knew better. He wasn't a fool, in spite of his youth, and he had seen the way Dycedarg had looked at Rin on her last visit. And there had been other girls, lovely maids, serving girls, all had disappeared, once Dycedarg got that look. And now his own beloved Rin, whose hair was darker than night, and her eyes of emeralds always laughing, teasing, always looking at Ramza...
Ramza turned on his heel and stormed out of the castle. He ran through the well tended gardens until he reached the old gazebo covered with climbing roses that had been Rin's favorite place. It was on the edge of the property, and Rin had adored it. Ramza threw himself on the padded bench and sobbed, his pained screams becoming soft howls muffled by his arms. The tears poured down his cheeks, soaking the cushioned seat, but he didn't care. His love, his dark haired, laughing eyed angel was gone, destroyed at his brother's hand.
Hours later, Ramza went directly to his chocobo and saddled up, riding back to Gariland. He didn't set foot in Beoulve castle until his father's death. And he swore that Rin would be avenged.
End Chapter Four - Ramza's Grief