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Title: December 30: 2008: Final Fantasy Tactics
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Warnings: Nothing big. Well, if you discount the fact that I’m under the impression that Ramza was longing for Delita for the entire game.
Summary: Drabble gods have blessed me with low word count.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 30, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Dedicated to Zeyro.
Prompt:
The weeks following Fort Zeakaden were the coldest Ramza had ever experience in his life. Despite the fact that his company, his friends had never left his side, even after he announced their independence from the Order, Delita’s sudden absence had left a gaping hole in his life, and in his heart, that he knew he would never fill. He felt like he was drowning, flailing, fighting alone against the tide.
It was only after his teammates had drug him from his tent and plied him with warm, heart-touching speeches, carefully chosen gifts and home-cooked food that he finally began to realize that even though Delita was gone, they were still there for him, and with Delita’s... death, he had gained the chance to start a new life for himself and live the way Delita had always wanted him to. Free of manipulation, and the weight of the Beoulve name.
*shakes head* Ramza is so naive.
Fandom: Final Fantasy Tactics
Warnings: Nothing big. Well, if you discount the fact that I’m under the impression that Ramza was longing for Delita for the entire game.
Summary: Drabble gods have blessed me with low word count.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 30, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Dedicated to Zeyro.
Prompt:
The weeks following Fort Zeakaden were the coldest Ramza had ever experience in his life. Despite the fact that his company, his friends had never left his side, even after he announced their independence from the Order, Delita’s sudden absence had left a gaping hole in his life, and in his heart, that he knew he would never fill. He felt like he was drowning, flailing, fighting alone against the tide.
It was only after his teammates had drug him from his tent and plied him with warm, heart-touching speeches, carefully chosen gifts and home-cooked food that he finally began to realize that even though Delita was gone, they were still there for him, and with Delita’s... death, he had gained the chance to start a new life for himself and live the way Delita had always wanted him to. Free of manipulation, and the weight of the Beoulve name.
*shakes head* Ramza is so naive.
