The Summit
Summary: The ins and outs of a romantic relationship are ones meant to be explored. 100 themes challenge fic. Ratings vary. KainxCecil.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy IV. The themes are mine, though.
Theme 7: Stay with me
Specific Warnings: None besides the obvious. Canonverse setting.
Rating: K+
Please enjoy.
It meant something every time Cecil held his hand, even if the message was something that alluded Kain for a while.
As a child, Kain had hated the mere thought of holding hands with another boy or even a girl, because getting caught like that would just be embarrassing. Honestly, he had jerked his hand away the first few times Cecil had tried, pointedly ignoring the slightly hurt look his friend gave him, which was really more like a put off pout. And, after a while, it seemed like Cecil had taken the hint. Kain did not want to hold his hand for anything, and that was that.
When they became older and laden with responsibilities was when that little fact started to change.
At first, Kain thought it was meant for the other man's comfort. If anything, the first real clasp of their hands was hesitant, like Cecil expected to be smacked at any moment. The day had been a difficult and weary one, and Kain found himself too worn out to think of a protest. He figured Cecil wanted someone around that understood all the trouble being a warrior entailed. Kain allowed it happen and Cecil was better the next day because of it.
The next time, he was not so sure what the motive was. Having newly rejoined his friends, he had lingered behind in Cecil's bedchamber after everyone else had left for sleep, and he was all too unsure of what to say. The touch to his hand was startling to say the least. There was the hesitancy of the first, an uncertainty in Cecil's eyes as he threaded their fingers. Kain ended up waking in the same room, having fallen asleep somewhere along the way as they spoke.
He had not expected to be kissed the next time they held hands shortly after landing on the moon. Baffled was a nice word to use in regard to his inner response. Cecil has smiled shyly at him, leaning in once again and Kain let it happen, more curious than anything. His free hand getting tangled in Cecil's snow white hair at the time was something he would not ponder over until after all the dust was settled.
A couple years later, Cecil in his arms in their shared bed, their hands intertwined and the newness of Cecil's kingly status but a lingering sentiment not often spoken of, Kain finally understood what it meant.
All Cecil had wanted from him was to stay.
Author's Notes: This was the best I could do for this theme. I tried three different things before I could actually get through finishing one. Bleh. Please Review.
Thank You (Reviewers, Favers, and Alerters): TechNomaNcer28, Secondhand Soul, kimeeehhh, Hatemylife68, Krjs