FFVI Fanfic: Don't Talk To Strangers
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shinyglorchanTitle: Don't Talk To Strangers
Fandom: FFVI
Character(s): Kefka, Owain (Cyan's son)
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 163
Genre: general/tragedy/angst
Rating: G/K
Notes: From way back, when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ff_love was still up and running. The prompt was 'lies.' Warning for Kefka being Kefka? What happens to the castle of Doma. Kinda angsty, I guess. Kefka lies; it's what bad guys do.
Link: ff_love
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“What are you doing here, mister?” the child asked.
Kefka slipped the empty vial of poison back into his pocket before turning to the inquisitive kid. “Getting some water before heading out again,” he lied with a smirk, motioning to the now poisoned water. “Why don't you bring some home with you?”
The kid smiled. “Mama would probably like some water. She misses dad terribly, so maybe making some soup will distract her,” the kid said as he filled up a jar of water before turning to the strangely clothed stranger. “My name is Owain, what's yours mister?”
Kefka paused before laughing. “You don't need to know. Run along. You want to be home for your dad's return, right?”
Owain nodded. “Bye, mister and thanks!” Owain thanked before running back towards his home.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Kefka said just before he laugh evilly, the sound echoing through the gates of the castle as he left the people of Doma to perish.
Fandom: FFVI
Character(s): Kefka, Owain (Cyan's son)
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 163
Genre: general/tragedy/angst
Rating: G/K
Notes: From way back, when
ff_love was still up and running. The prompt was 'lies.' Warning for Kefka being Kefka? What happens to the castle of Doma. Kinda angsty, I guess. Kefka lies; it's what bad guys do.Link: ff_love
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“What are you doing here, mister?” the child asked.
Kefka slipped the empty vial of poison back into his pocket before turning to the inquisitive kid. “Getting some water before heading out again,” he lied with a smirk, motioning to the now poisoned water. “Why don't you bring some home with you?”
The kid smiled. “Mama would probably like some water. She misses dad terribly, so maybe making some soup will distract her,” the kid said as he filled up a jar of water before turning to the strangely clothed stranger. “My name is Owain, what's yours mister?”
Kefka paused before laughing. “You don't need to know. Run along. You want to be home for your dad's return, right?”
Owain nodded. “Bye, mister and thanks!” Owain thanked before running back towards his home.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Kefka said just before he laugh evilly, the sound echoing through the gates of the castle as he left the people of Doma to perish.
