Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VI.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews, everyone! I'm really surprised I'm even getting any, to be honest, so I'm glad! Also, a little note – since I'm trying to keep everyone in character for the most part, there will most likely not be very much fluff in this collection of drabbles. HOWEVER. I will have some :) and over time I'll learn more about how Kefka fluff works, because honestly, I can't see him fluffing with anyone O.o Well anyway! Here is said fluff, just to try it. Hope you like!
Come Home to Papa
Prompt #3
Tennis Racket
Kefka's room was full of things Terra had never seen before, never even imagined before. His travels had filled it with the strangest objects – metal boxes, wooden carvings, stone figures. There was a shelf of vials, a shelf of different colored rocks, a shelf of feathers from all sorts of various birds. There was even a shelf full of vases with flowers, both beautiful and exotic.
Terra ran her fingers along every last object, wanting to feel their stories: where they'd come from, what they'd experienced, how they'd come into contact with Kefka's hands. She wondered if she'd ever done anything that was of high enough caliber to be placed among these treasures.
She moved to the west wall from the south. This one had no shelves, no drawers, just many things hung up on it. Paintings, sketches, dreamcatchers, photographs…
One thing was odd-looking. The structure was wooden, with a long handle wrapped with leather, then it stretched into a teardrop with meshed wire in between the wood. She removed it off the wall and brushed it over with her fingertips, feeling the texture. The wood was splinterless, smooth like water, and the wire was made of fine horsehair, strung so tight that not a single splint end escaped.
"In my room again?"
Terra spun around, and Kefka stood smiling in his doorway, a fresh batch of sweat on his brow, his tan skin glowing with his eyes, as if he'd tucked the sun in his pocket and brought it inside with him.
She smiled bashfully. "It seems I can't stay away," she said.
He chuckled and walked inside. "Do you know what that is?" he asked.
She shook her head, holding the thing in front of her so she stared through the mesh at him.
This made him smile even brighter. "It's called a racket. You play a sport called tennis with it."
"What's tennis?" Terra asked, but mostly out of politeness. He was so close now that she didn't care what he said, as long as he continued speaking.
He seemed to notice this. "Some other time," he told her, standing not a foot away. He leaned down and wrapped his hand around hers that held the racket, pulling her forward and meeting her lips through the mesh.