fic n° 132

  • 55 words,
  • Final Fantasy VI, Edgar, Locke
  • gen, pre-canon
  • Written for Three-Sentence Ficathon. Prompt: any, any, antique knife.
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Equipping for battle at Figaro Castle is always an adventure.

Locke nodded towards the ornate implement, and suggested, “I’ll take that one?”

Edgar paused as he buckled his armour, saw what Locke was looking at, and said, “You will not – that’s a priceless Figaro heirloom. Anyway, it’s not a combat knife, it’s a letter opener – I’ve no idea how it ended up in the armoury.”

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n° 1 (archived from dreamwidth.org)

2022-01-25

Ha, I love it!

n° 2 (archived from archiveofourown.org)

2022-02-16

Oh, Locke. You'd think he'd have a better eye for what could be a weapon.

....or, Figaro takes their letter opening very seriously.