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[finalbows]

LIL LADDIE RUGGIE JOURNAL I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT HIM he's still precious


- give me vivi content. hurt me emotionally. or let him pet something cute and fluffy. both?
- drabble about something ruggie misses and can't have for whatever reason, specifically when he's at school in NRC

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We all have to say goodbye someday.

That was the thought echoing in Vivi's head as he sat alone in his little chair, watching the sky overhead. He had spent a lot of time dreading his death and wanting more. And even now--yes, he still wanted more. He wanted to travel again with a group of friends. He wanted to fight to protect something. He wanted to hear everyone's laughter.

He wanted to be at Zidane's side.

But that thick heavy dread started shifting, started changing. His body was growing slow and weak. His mind following his body. Thoughts raced less than they did before. He wasn't consumed by the anxiety that once festered in his mind.

Instead he thought to himself how nice the breeze was. How blue the sky is. How perfect this moment. And his longing for his friends was just a small part of those feelings. And it was a small part that was natural and easy as movement, as magic. Everything grew easier as everything also grew harder. It was a strange thing.

His end was coming. And at some point that became okay. Not entirely welcomed, but not nearly so despised.

It wasn't so strange after all. Maybe faster than a normal person would face such things but he lived his short life cramming so many moments full of meaning and love that perhaps that was simply the price of such a rich existence.

It wasn't such a bad thing, to move on.

And really....the breeze felt so nice. There was magic in the air quite literally as the little ones nearby practiced their spells. Their laughter carried over to him, reminded him of bygone days and happy memories.

His life had been so good.

And one day, somehow, in some way....

He would see Zidane's smile again. They'd find their way back together. Or maybe it was that Zidane would see his happiness again? Perhaps not from him, but echoed in the joy of his little ones. Something. Something....

The shape of the future wasn't his to define. But he could almost see its hazy form in the distance. Something not yet solid but also undeniable.

The future was coming even if Vivi wasn't going to be a part of it. And that was okay. And that was right. And death tugged at the little mage's tired body and tired mind and that was also okay.

He had been so very happy.

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Local guy who picks up the feelings wasps nest on purpose shocked delighted and appalled to be stung by feelings wasps

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Vivi exists to make us all cry.

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School was nice. Nicer than nice honestly. There was always food to eat and jobs that paid. Maybe not at first but now he was settled into a fine routine and was thriving. He had everything he needed.

Well, nearly everything.

Out the corner of his eye he watched Vil and Rook embrace in the halls. The actor seemed a little caught off guard by the gesture but then brightened and tightened the embrace.

Must be nice. It was a mean and tired little sharp thought, resentful. Bringing with it memories of his gran's strong arms around him. Moments of little hyenas clinging onto him and climbing up.

The warmth of other hyenas. The wonderful heaviness of love.

He was homesick. He was touch starved. It wasn't that he was never touching anybody here in NRC but he missed how much love was thick in his life before and now he led this thin thin thin existence so far away. Of course he did this because of that love. One day he'd have a load of money and with it ease all their burdens. Starving now not from lack of food but lack of affection was a small price to pay if one day they could have some sort of comfort.

It'd be worth it. It'd be worth it. He wasn't LONELY. He was surrounded by people. He spent so much time with others. His mind was always busy. His hands were always moving. He didn't have TIME for that feeling at all. At least he tried to make sure of that. His first year away for so so long was maybe a little hard.

Maybe very hard.

But one day after a hard won C on a test something nice happened. A warm hand fell between his ears in a gesture just like his gran's. His hair was ruffled, the hand nudging against ears as it moved. There was a smile that while not the same warm smile he knew from home all the same held some sort of familiar feeling that came tinged with affection. Not the same affection. It was different. It was new. But it was close enough to feed a hungry little hyena that needed something to live off of.

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BLOOHOOHOOHOOHOO THE LOAD BEARING HEADPATS!!!!!! :^;