6 Works by createandconstruct in Final Fantasy IX
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"We met, we laughed, we held on fast.
And then we said goodbye.
And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?
Let them ring out loud till they unfold."(Short memories from a long adventure - or a collection of one shots for the many characters and relationships of ffix)
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"Zidane has finally stopped his standoffish position. He faces the group but keeps his head down, as if in contemplation. Though that optimistic interpretation is wiped away as Zidane reaches up and rubs around his collar. The usual ribbon there is loose, the lace rumpled and hanging open. Yet, such minor details barely matter when, for the first time since the battle with that monstrous worm in the sand, Steiner finally hears Zidane speak.
A sword dragging across worn-down broken cobble stones. A fine old man dying of a heavy wet cough. A criminal begging beneath the threads of a tightening noose.
Such are the images that flash before Steiner’s eyes as Zidane’s voice croaks."
--(Sometimes, a confused teammate is the most dangerous enemy of all.)
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Sure, Zidane never expected to get stuck in a sewer pipe, but it wasn't like he was surprised. It's just that never in his entire life did he expect Dagger to climb in after him.
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Somehow, Quina is making less sense than usual. Whether that’s him or the concussion Zidane can’t tell for sure. All he knows is no one’s coming for them. That part, at least, he knows for sure...
(Takes place after the party obtains the Blue Narciss but before the Desert Palace)
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“Someday I will be queen, but I will always be myself.” Perhaps such a declaration was naive at the time.
To be herself... she's not sure what that truly even means.
(Garnet, a girl with three names, fights to define herself. Zidane is ever supportive in the endeavor)
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"She’s beside the stretcher in an instant, close enough to see his face and cup it in her shaking hands. The fact that his head isn’t covered, that the blanket only reaches below his neck, that there’s a small puff of air coming from his open lips against her cheek, is enough to bring her head bowing beside his own. Her tears fall as she wraps herself around his covered body, digging her nose as close to his neck as she possibly can. His skin is horribly hot, the kind of heat that should frighten her - but it’s such a relieving contrast to the cold of death that she feared would be there."
(A story about tails, tears, and grief)