For a moment, there is no indication that the Falcon will get off the ground – he hears Sabin whisper something about ten years of rust to his brother in a tone the man imagines to be discreet – but after a few seconds of terrible engine noise, the craft begins to stutter its way upwards.
Celes, as usual, is the most perceptive; he catches her gazing thoughtfully at the austere furnishings. “Darill wasn’t into gambling?” she remarks, once they are truly airborne.
“Hated it,” he confirms with a grin.
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n° 1 (archived from dreamwidth.org)
2021-02-04Oh I love this! I also love the inclusion of Celes and her thoughts on Darill, for she's another one of my favorites from VI. Thank you!! ♥
n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)
2021-03-03Oh my goodness, I didn't even see that this had been gifted to me on AO3! I loved reading this on the 3 Sentence Ficathon page, and doubly so in reading it again! ♥ Thank you for taking my prompt and running with it!