'Fragments' sound nicer than 'bits and pieces'. It has connotations; it's a word that holds promise.
This is an experiment, where I am offered a prompt for a pairing, and I produce… well, this.
Part 1: Tseng x Aeris He tries to take her from the garden, this time determined she won't outsmart him… but she's smarter than she looks.
He was so used to coming here. Used to the stares as he walked past the dreary-faced residents of the slums. Used to the respect and the fear that came with the blue suit. Used to being able to get what he wanted.
Yet he couldn't seem to get used to how weird this one particular place felt, amidst the filth of the Midgar Underworld.
Flowers- the whole house was surrounded by them. Yellow and white, pink and blue; you name it. It was never hard to find her either. She never went far from them.
Today, as he had predicted, she was on her knees in the dirt, humming to herself as she worked.
"What are you doing?" He asked curtly, hands in pockets. Flowers just grew didn't they? What was it she was doing, every damn time he saw her?
"Hello to you too," She answers brightly, squinting up at him from her squat in the borders. "What does it look like I am doing?"
"Why else would I have asked?"
"Polite conversation?" She suggested sweetly, getting to her feet and brushing herself down. "I take it you are here to bring me in."
"That is correct."
"Hm. Alone?" She peers around him. Usually the Turks were to be found in pairs.
"What—you think I can't bring in a sixteen year old girl by myself?"
She giggles, cheeks dimpling prettily. "Oh, Mr Tseng, I don't doubt it for a second. But I'm not really in the mood today, I'm afraid. I am making great progress with my flowers." She looks back over her shoulder, giving him ample time to note that she has a smudge of dirt on one otherwise flawless cheek.
"Ms Gainsborough, your co-operation is mandatory, and I must insist that—"
Her fingertip is smooth and cool against his lips, green eyes dancing with light and mirth and innocence. Everything that she is. And everything he is not.
"Tseng. Not. Today…" She draws closer to him, and in one dizzying second everything has spiralled out of control. Hell, he was too old to be messing around with women, let alone a sixteen year old girl… who just so happened to be the last surviving Ancient…
Her kiss is dizzying though, and her body so small against his rigid form. She would fit perfectly in his arms, if he even dared…
"Maybe some other time." Then her knee is somewhere it shouldn't be, and he can see stars.
He had underestimated her, again.
I can't recall who gave me this prompt, so I apologise to them for losing the message. To any new readers- leave a review with a pairing and any idea that pops into your head, and I'll write something.