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Today I started writing a fic for something I've been wanting to read for a while; namely, Caedmon and the founder of the Silver Falcons interaction. I was planning to do just a short little thing, maybe a drabble, consisting of mostly conversation. And then I started writing, and the beginning just happened. And none of it was conversation.
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Characters: Caedmon, the founder of the Silver Falcons (I don't know his name, so I just ganked the name for one of the Athlumian soldiers off the wiki, but caring enough to see if it was the name of a male mitra, and now his name is Cain \o/ trivia: his special stat is cooperation).
Warnings: one-sided xeno crush, ESL.
~ 1200 words, so definitely not a drabble.
( and when exactly had he become so attuned to at least that mitra out of hundreds of them that he could tell who was approaching him, simply by sound alone? )
Fandom: The Last Remnant
Characters: Caedmon, the founder of the Silver Falcons (I don't know his name, so I just ganked the name for one of the Athlumian soldiers off the wiki, but caring enough to see if it was the name of a male mitra, and now his name is Cain \o/ trivia: his special stat is cooperation).
Warnings: one-sided xeno crush, ESL.
~ 1200 words, so definitely not a drabble.
( and when exactly had he become so attuned to at least that mitra out of hundreds of them that he could tell who was approaching him, simply by sound alone? )