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person4Title: A Ring For Her Finger
Fandom: Dragon Quest V
Pairing: The Hero/his wife (I always pick Flora, but I left it vague so anyone who prefers Bianca or Deborah in the remake can read it as either of them)
Notes: For June fic-a-day.
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In the years that he'd spent trapped in stone, Sancho and the children's nurse had kept watch over the circle of water. His wife had taken it off and set it on her bedside table when she'd given birth to the twins, and it had been left there when she'd been kidnapped the next night. They'd left it there, the only change being to bring a silk pillow for it to sit on, and had kept the ring and tabletop around it as spotless and nearly untouched as a shrine.
As soon as he'd finally been brought back to Gotha, he'd retrieve it. He had a small pouch made for it that he could keep on a string around his neck so that it would stay with him even when he undressed, always close to his heart. Until the day it returned to the finger it belonged on he promised himself that he wouldn't let it go.
He looked at it often in the months they spent traveling the world searching for her. It was still as beautiful and untarnished as ever, its gem capturing the light that fell on it and making it shift and shimmer like a stream, but to his eye it had lost the glory that only being on his wife's lovely hand could give it.
And when they found her and returned her to flesh at long last, in the heart of the temple he'd slaved away in for ten long years, and at last he slid it back onto its rightful place on her finger and bent down to kiss her palm, it felt like the first time all over again.
Fandom: Dragon Quest V
Pairing: The Hero/his wife (I always pick Flora, but I left it vague so anyone who prefers Bianca or Deborah in the remake can read it as either of them)
Notes: For June fic-a-day.
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kneazles hereIn the years that he'd spent trapped in stone, Sancho and the children's nurse had kept watch over the circle of water. His wife had taken it off and set it on her bedside table when she'd given birth to the twins, and it had been left there when she'd been kidnapped the next night. They'd left it there, the only change being to bring a silk pillow for it to sit on, and had kept the ring and tabletop around it as spotless and nearly untouched as a shrine.
As soon as he'd finally been brought back to Gotha, he'd retrieve it. He had a small pouch made for it that he could keep on a string around his neck so that it would stay with him even when he undressed, always close to his heart. Until the day it returned to the finger it belonged on he promised himself that he wouldn't let it go.
He looked at it often in the months they spent traveling the world searching for her. It was still as beautiful and untarnished as ever, its gem capturing the light that fell on it and making it shift and shimmer like a stream, but to his eye it had lost the glory that only being on his wife's lovely hand could give it.
And when they found her and returned her to flesh at long last, in the heart of the temple he'd slaved away in for ten long years, and at last he slid it back onto its rightful place on her finger and bent down to kiss her palm, it felt like the first time all over again.