Narf…I didn’t know what I was going to do with it when I sketched this. It was a quick record of feels when I burrowed into one of my rp archives. Elfé’s being cute, heh.
But! The lazy little shit owl translated a part of the rp for you. I warn you, bad English is bad. No betareader, only crappy language knowledge. But I needed to feed the fandom with…omfg, FFVIIBC one-shots, fanfiction? Anyway, actually I’m not a fanfiction writer myself and sometimes I had trouble with the translation…geez. Sorry for the bunch of speeling/grammar errors. Here we go~
"No sleep today?"
"…it’s too loud."
"Might’ve known it." Elfé came closer to the Cosmo Flame, hesitantly she watched his back in front of the eternal flames. "They are all completely drunk."
"I’m afraid we can’t leave tomorrow."
Elfé’s smile was quick and light, she could still feel the gizar booze inside her belly. “Don’t be so hasty. We should rest a little.”
Fuhito refused to look back to her, his eyes watched the small pieces of wood before him glowing with heat.
Elfé scratched her hand unconsciosly, the flesh under her glove itching. More bearable than the pain which came up from time to time during her long, seemingly endless journey.
"What’s up with…him?”
These question were not the type of questions he used to ask when he was around. Elfé had to think about the answer, as it was hard to understand what he meant. Or merely…she didn’t want to believe what he just asked her a second ago.
"You mean…Shears? Oh, he destroyed the most of our booze. You really don’t want to hear him sing." An easy evasion.
"That’s not the answer I wanted to hear.", Fuhito said, icy coldness in his voice. He knew Elfé was sick, but she tried so hard to hide it. She tried everything to forget her weakness. His thoughts about her were endless. And she never noticed.
"You okay?", Elfé asked carefully after she took a step forward to him. "I never expected jealousy would put its hand on you."
Fuhito swallowed. Elfé really was quick on the uptake, even in a half-drunk condition. Of course, they were no longer kids. Elfé grew up and became a woman. A pretty woman.
The Cosmo Flames were just dancing in the middle of the night.
"We’re gonna save the world, right?" Elfé knelt down at the earthy ground and put her hands around his neck. She was still a little drunk. She wouldn’t do this without spirit. But everything she did or the words she said, they were all honest. Always.
"You are my family, my only one. I wouldn’t know what to do…without you.", she murmured while she grabbed his shoulder in fear and determination at once. "You know…sometimes I think you’re going to leave me, Fuhito."
Her arms were strong and protective. He felt hot tears soaking his eyes within seconds.
"I had this… weird dream last night. I try to call you but you won’t hear me…I scream your name out of my lungs until I can’t scream anymore…"
Elfés voice was shaky now.
"…and then I wake up next to you, watching your peaceful face resting…like a baby."
Dreams. They always had dreams. They gave them hope. But dreams were only shadows, born of the subconsciousness mind. A dream could disappear, without meaning.
"Promise not to leave me, Fuhito…promise me that."
He was not able to answer. The taste of his salty lips was the only dream, Elfé couldn’t ever forget.
…..ouch wow I haven’t had feels for these kids for a while. Kudos!