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[owlmoose]

I so do not have time for this but I am totally unable to resist it. :) So I will make time. Ganked from muggy_mountain and hinikuish.

Pick one of my stories and write a deleted scene or drabble based on or inspired by it. Post it here and I'll do the same for you. Have fun and spread the fandom love!

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LVL 3 pretentious title: Into the Rising Sun

[bottle-of-shine.livejournal.com]

The metal under her heels made sounds like bells as she walked over to where Baralai was sleeping at his post, curled into the leather of his seat. His breathing was easy and face smooth, light playing over his features. Beyond the windows of the glass in front of them the sun, still hiding behind the horizon, was teasing the sky a shy pink and orange. Paine smiled at it, thinking back to days where she had watched the sun rise on the Celsius every morning.

Nooj's approach was told by the sound of metal on metal as he made his way from the hall into the room. He never stayed in bed long after she rose and hadn't for quite awhile. "So much for our navigator taking the night watch."

"The autopilot can handle it," Paine said. "Gippal made sure."

Baralai shifted and mumbled, but didn't wake as Paine stepped up into the pilot's seat. Nooj reached her and placed a warm palm on her back. "I suppose Baralai has extensive plans on where we'll be going today, prepared before his nap."

"No." Paine stared through clouds as they passed them. Under her, the faint vibration of her ship—their ship—set her more at ease. "Today's the last day before we go back. Today is just going to be for us. No sphere hunting today."

Nooj tightened his hand on her back. "Where do we feel like going?"

Paine just smiled back at him, and shrugged. "Wherever we want. As long as it's together, right?"

A smile—not so rare as they used to be, but pleasing to her anyway—crossed Nooj's face. "That's correct." He raised his eyes to look ahead, glasses glinting with a brand new sun. "Take us away, pilot."

Re: LVL 3 pretentious title: Into the Rising Sun

[owlmoose.livejournal.com]

This is quite possibly the sweetest P/N story I've ever read. I love how at ease they are with each other, and the way the story implies that they've faced all the hard stuff and come out the other side. The sunrise imagery is perfect, as is Baralai sleeping in his chair.

It ties back in perfectly with "Darkness, Dawn", too.

Thank you so very much. :) I hope I can return the favor even half as well...

This might suck, but I had fun writing it; I hope that counts for something. :)

[owlmoose.livejournal.com]

The letter sat on the desk, an innocent square of paper with Isaaru's name scrawled on the outside. Baralai hung back in the doorway as Isaaru walked into his office and picked up the note. He unfolded the sheet of paper, then read with a smile that was first thoughtful, then wistful. Once he had finished, he looked up and waved Baralai into the room.

"How goes the restoration of the Crusaders?" Baralai asked as he approached.

"Quite well, it seems." Isaaru scanned the letter again. "The ranks are growing much faster than Nooj had expected. Fortunately, most are former Crusaders, so they only need to relearn discipline; Lucil isn't training raw recruits from scratch. And her ability to impose order sounds quite impressive." He set the sheet of paper down, clasped his hands behind his back, and turned, looking out the window. "They’ve come a long way from the wreckage of Operation Mi'ihen, and that is good news for Spira."

Baralai stood behind Isaaru and laid a hand on each shoulder. "You miss him."

Isaaru took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling under Baralai's palms. "He is where he belongs. As is Pacce. I can't begrudge them that."

Baralai tightened his grip. "Still, it's not wrong for you to miss them." He brushed his lips against Isaaru's temple; the other man's left hand crept up to grasp his fingers. They stood like that for a long time: Baralai's chest pressed into Isaaru's warm back, hands interlocked, the two of them breathing together.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway floated through the open door; Isaaru cleared his throat and turned to face Baralai while stepping away. "I should write him back."

"Of course." Baralai took a step backwards as well. "Will you join me for dinner?"

Isaaru nodded, and then Baralai left him, giving him some time alone with his brother.