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AU Lucetific - Baronverse 5/21
Title: 21 Could-Have-Been Years in the Life of Cecil Harvey
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luceti, Tales of Legendia, Final Fantasy IV
Genre: Gen
Rating & Warnings: This part G; PG overall
Words: 358, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above fandoms.
Summary: Cecil has something very serious on his mind.
Author's Notes: This fic is brought to you by the entry for four year olds in my mom's old child development book, which states in part:
...After that, the fic pretty much wrote itself! XD
When Cecil catches the ball she's bounced to him and only looks thoughtful, Grune knows there must be something serious on his mind. Neither of them are very good at catching things (it's the reason why they now play in one of the courtyards—otherwise she would have even more repotting to do); they generally spend more time chasing after the ball than anything else. Normally, a successful catch is cause for celebration. But—not at this moment.
She lets Cecil think his thoughts and only waits. It doesn't take him long at all to reach a conclusion, however . . . which is fortunate, given their shared tendency to get lost in their own head.
He sets down his ball, closes the short distance between them, and with a serious look, he takes her hand.
"I'm gonna marry you, Gwune," he says earnestly.
She blinks down at him. "You are?"
He nods, hard. "Mmhmm. I'm gonna marry you. I'll take care of you. And I can make you happy."
His declaration complete, he bows just like a gentleman of the court and gives her hand a large kiss.
Of course, Grune couldn't possibly resist sweeping him into her arms for a hug after that.
"Oh, Cecil, you already made me so happy," she tells him, beaming down at his upturned little face. "There isn't anyone in the whole world who makes me happier than you."
"I'm gonna marry you," he repeats and squeezes his arms tight around her for emphasis. "Then you'll be more happier."
She smooths down his hair with a tender hand. "Then I'll be the happiest person in all the worlds, because I'll be married to someone as special and as wonderful as you."
Cecil nods, accepting this. "Let's go play more ball now."
He releases her once she's set him down and scampers back to where he had left his ball. "Okay go!"
She completely fails to catch it, and the ball bounces off her stomach instead. But that's all right. She had been caught up in thoughts of what a sweet, considerate little boy Cecil is—and that's where her mind stays all afternoon long.
Fandoms:
luceti, Tales of Legendia, Final Fantasy IVGenre: Gen
Rating & Warnings: This part G; PG overall
Words: 358, ?? overall
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above fandoms.
Summary: Cecil has something very serious on his mind.
Author's Notes: This fic is brought to you by the entry for four year olds in my mom's old child development book, which states in part:
He may display signs of an Oedipal conflict where he imagines that Daddy dies or goes away and he marries Mommy and takes care of her.
...After that, the fic pretty much wrote itself! XD
When Cecil catches the ball she's bounced to him and only looks thoughtful, Grune knows there must be something serious on his mind. Neither of them are very good at catching things (it's the reason why they now play in one of the courtyards—otherwise she would have even more repotting to do); they generally spend more time chasing after the ball than anything else. Normally, a successful catch is cause for celebration. But—not at this moment.
She lets Cecil think his thoughts and only waits. It doesn't take him long at all to reach a conclusion, however . . . which is fortunate, given their shared tendency to get lost in their own head.
He sets down his ball, closes the short distance between them, and with a serious look, he takes her hand.
"I'm gonna marry you, Gwune," he says earnestly.
She blinks down at him. "You are?"
He nods, hard. "Mmhmm. I'm gonna marry you. I'll take care of you. And I can make you happy."
His declaration complete, he bows just like a gentleman of the court and gives her hand a large kiss.
Of course, Grune couldn't possibly resist sweeping him into her arms for a hug after that.
"Oh, Cecil, you already made me so happy," she tells him, beaming down at his upturned little face. "There isn't anyone in the whole world who makes me happier than you."
"I'm gonna marry you," he repeats and squeezes his arms tight around her for emphasis. "Then you'll be more happier."
She smooths down his hair with a tender hand. "Then I'll be the happiest person in all the worlds, because I'll be married to someone as special and as wonderful as you."
Cecil nods, accepting this. "Let's go play more ball now."
He releases her once she's set him down and scampers back to where he had left his ball. "Okay go!"
She completely fails to catch it, and the ball bounces off her stomach instead. But that's all right. She had been caught up in thoughts of what a sweet, considerate little boy Cecil is—and that's where her mind stays all afternoon long.