"You know damn well this could be the end."
The statement startled Fang awake, opening her eyes to the roof of their dark tent. The moon had risen already, leaving her to be the only one up. She knew why she was awake. The ghost of her past haunted her. Ragnarok was still at large in her mind even after a thousand years of sleep.
The statement only made her afraid, even as her brand burned on her shoulder. Gently, she scratched at it to maybe relieve it. Yet she knew that Ragnarok was personally trying to piss her off enough to become the diety again. But she refused, not when Vanille was laying right there.
Vanille. Doused in the pale moonlight and curled up on her makeshift sleeping mat. The only thing that kept Ragnarok at bay. The sight only made Fang smile, at least the woman was at peace. Yet she still curled up more and shivered out the cold night air.
Fang lay back down, pulling the smaller woman close with a sigh. She made sure she was curled up neatly around her, as if to shield her from the dangers of their world. Vanille seemed to react, shifting closer and making sure that her back connected with Fang's chest.
Fang smiled softly, snaking her arms around the woman's torso and burying her nose into her shoulder. Wrapping her legs around Vanille's, she used the hem of her sari as a blanket of sorts. Didn't do much but it was a nice thought. This warmth kept Ragnarok at bay for now, this light she had.
Vanille was her warmth, and she wasn't going to let the beast control it.
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Final Fantasy One-Shots
FanficA collection of one shots consisting of mainly VII, IX, and X. Some will have crossovers and even OCs. Ships will be limited but will pop up from time to time. Many will also consist of many AUs. Just enjoy and comment if you wanna share ideas!
