[Final Fantasy IV] Scar
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rose_in_winterPairing: Kain/Rydia
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
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katmillia
Wordcount: 214
Summary: Rydia wants to know how Kain got his scar.
Beta: None
"How did you get this?" Rydia's fingertips were cool on his shoulder as she traced the long, ridged scar that ran from the top of his left shoulder halfway down his chest. She was curled up against his side, silky hair falling across his right arm as she cuddled close.
Kain chuckled faintly, running his fingertips along her spine to make her shiver. "Cecil did that, the time we decided we were bored of wooden practice swords and sparred with real weapons. I've never seen King Odin so angry, before or since. The castle’s white mage healed me and gave me a half-hour lecture on the foolishness of young boys playing with men's weapons." The dragoon was silent for a moment before he chuckled again. "I always meant to give Cecil a matching one, but never did it."
Rydia kissed the scar lightly. "I don't think Rosa would be very pleased with you if you had," she said.
Kain grinned and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her. "Probably not."
Rydia looked up at him with a very serious expression belied by the mischief in her eyes. "I'd imagine it hurts. I ought to distract you from it." She ran her fingernails lightly along the side of his neck.
"Oh, please do."
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for
katmilliaWordcount: 214
Summary: Rydia wants to know how Kain got his scar.
Beta: None
"How did you get this?" Rydia's fingertips were cool on his shoulder as she traced the long, ridged scar that ran from the top of his left shoulder halfway down his chest. She was curled up against his side, silky hair falling across his right arm as she cuddled close.
Kain chuckled faintly, running his fingertips along her spine to make her shiver. "Cecil did that, the time we decided we were bored of wooden practice swords and sparred with real weapons. I've never seen King Odin so angry, before or since. The castle’s white mage healed me and gave me a half-hour lecture on the foolishness of young boys playing with men's weapons." The dragoon was silent for a moment before he chuckled again. "I always meant to give Cecil a matching one, but never did it."
Rydia kissed the scar lightly. "I don't think Rosa would be very pleased with you if you had," she said.
Kain grinned and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her. "Probably not."
Rydia looked up at him with a very serious expression belied by the mischief in her eyes. "I'd imagine it hurts. I ought to distract you from it." She ran her fingernails lightly along the side of his neck.
"Oh, please do."