Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 03 Feb 2011
Summary: 23 September 1999 edition.
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain, Rosa, Kain x Cecil x Rosa
Author Notes: paroxysm, noun;
1. (Medicine) A sudden attack, intensification, or recurrence of a disease.
2. Any sudden and violent emotion or action; an outburst; a fit.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.
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As used to her situation as she was, Rosa still found that her boys could, on occasion, surprise her. It was actually kind of adorable, when all was said and done, how ridiculously overprotective Kain could be of the smaller man. Yes, he was a royal guard, and yes, he took his duty to the king and queen seriously, but, after Cecil had sprained his right ankle in combat, Kain literally would not leave the paladin's side. Cecil was a superior fighter, but he could still make mistakes or be taken by surprise, and that was all there was to the unfortunate incident. The biggest challenge thus far had been not breaking into gales of laughter when her husband wobbled slightly as he walked and then yelped when the dragoon did not even pause his strides next to the other knight as he swept the king up into the cradle of his arms. Kain had gotten much stronger over the years he had been away, and the armored paladin could only blush a vibrant shade of red and scowl with his arms crossed in a petulant manner as the larger man took him to a chair.
The white mage had honestly expected her husband to be the first to erupt in anger, his silly male pride demanding that he not let himself be taken care of, but, completely contradicting her thoughts, it had been Kain who had thrown a tantrum when Cecil had gotten up early one morning and landed wrong on his foot, crumpling to the floor in a heap halfway between the bed and the wardrobe. Of course, the paladin reacted poorly to the dragoon's fit, and Rosa had to wonder on occasion whether or not men ever, truly, fully grew up. She suspected they did not, as a general rule, because her boys were so clever and wise and yet such children at times. But she did not intervene, allowing them to drain their baseless fury in coarse language and gestures before offering them tea to soothe their throats. Cecil would just need to realize that Kain loved him wholly and did not wish to see harm befall him, and the dragoon would have to learn that his king did not like feeling as though his independence was slipping from him. Why they couldn't see both sides of the argument was beyond her, but the queen thought that she would never understand their stubborn male pride anyway.