Cherished
prompt : grace
Vaan & Penelo
Disclaimer: I do not own FF12, its characters, settings, etc. These words, however, are mine.
She moved skillfully, with such grace.
Moving lithely, spinning, twirling, all in successful attempts to dodge attacks. She danced, an angel in battle.
He would never forget that first time blows connected with her small body and she fell. The experience of watching her eyes flutter closed in pain, seeking the comforting darkness. The emotions that ran through him -- shock, fear, anger.
Adrenaline.
He beat down on the fiend mercilessly and immediately after it had been vanquished, he was at her side, checking on her, asking a billion questions.
"I'm fine, Vaan." She said, hugging him tightly.
The others gave him sympathetic looks. It had been a learning lesson for them both, though it hit Vaan the hardest. The two friends had fought outside of Rabanastre before, the sandy dunes familiar, but this, given their situation, was so much more real.
The thought of losing each other through their journey was unthinkable, but entirely probable.
Ever since then, Vaan had never really gotten past it. Every time he got, he took her hits and he was always at her side, ready to protect her.
Angels were delicate.
Especially his.