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After everything is said and done, Dion is left to pick up the pieces.
2023 note#dion gets whumped
Moments of contemplation on the endless march towards death.
2023 note#DION IS BRASKA
“Terence, perhaps this is selfish of me,” Dion says. His cheeks flush deeper now, his smile replaced with an anxious uncertainty.
“You are a great many things, Dion,” Terence says carefully, “but I have never known you to be selfish.” Terence feels his own face burning with the depth of Dion’s attention, but he sees that the prince is working up to something important, and would not rush him.
Terence and Dion are drinking wine pilfered from Whitewyrm Palace's cellars. Perhaps it's easier to talk about their feelings this way, and to act on them. But perhaps it's easier to make mistakes, as well.
2023 note#they have sex
Terence knows himself. He knows his love to be fierce but quiet. He knows his devotion to be tireless and absolute. But most of all, he knows he wants to give Dion the world.
But amidst duties and war, sometimes giving Dion the world simply means playing his games. Games which prey on Terence’s own desires as much as they satiate Dion’s.
Or. Terence eagerly continues their game from last time (at Dion's request)
2023 note#they have sex
There are gifts she has been given in life and when she looks at her oldest warden and his most loyal vassal there are gifts still flowing freely; no one had to love her. They made a choice to offer a young girl a place in the circle of their lives, just like they had chosen each other again and again.
--And so no matter the agony, the story unfolds and Kihel cannot bring herself to regret a minute of it despite the flood of tears when the chapter closes.
2023 note#they grow old together and die
2023 noteI’m not usually a fan of the “Dion and Terence adopt Kihel” take, although [this fic] kind of changed my mind on that? It’s gorgeous, anyway.
Alternative link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49504939
The days following Terence’s encounter with Dion pass slowly. Painfully. In some ways, nothing changes. His days follow the same routines as they have for several years. In other ways, everything is different now.
Terence can only interpret Dion’s avoidance of the subject of what transpired between them as regret. They continue to spend time together outside of duty, but there is a new distance between them. Neither of them know how to talk about this thing hanging between them, nor do they know how to talk about anything else.
Terence learns to live with his heartbreak as days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. When the Dragoons are deployed to deal with a Royalist incursion, Dion is called upon to field Bahamut in battle for the first time. In the aftermath, the Knight and his Prince find solace in each other once more.
Dion is a quiet and thoughtful companion. It’s what makes this conversation pour from Clive's mouth uninvited.
2023 notehe’s just a sad little guy
A cosy little shipping corner!
Written for a prompt that I liked on the ffxvi_kink_meme. It really played with what I like about their dynamic.
Written for the "ghost" prompt over at spook_me. As I was writing this I realized this was more inline with my big Dion character study project and decided to cut this story down to a sweeter size. This could be a companion fic to Visiting Statues. Post-game.