[PSL for Cefca]

[yacantdoitkid]

Every day is pulling them closer to the Calm Lands. Closer to Gagazet. Zanarkand. Jecht tries to put it out of his mind, sitting just outside camp with his chin on his knees. Hell, it's not like he doesn't know what has to be done. Because of the kid -- his kid. They'll get it right this time.

Never mind that he's cycled around twice already. This time is going to be different. It has to be, and he won't let it be anything else.

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[sandinmyboots]

"If there's a merchant around, there might be something worth buying. It's inconvenient how no one has any decent armor here!"

Cefca huffs and wraps his arm around Jecht's sturdy hips in return. "Ten minutes in a shop on my world and I'd have everyone outfitted to fight Sin in no time!"

[yacantdoitkid]

Jecht hides a grin in Cefca's hair.

"Our armor's fine. Quit yer worrying." As if it doesn't warm him to hear Cefca expressing his concern, however backwards he might be about it. Not that Jecht is that good at expressing his own feelings.

"Let's find you a ribbon. Pretty sure Auron's got one."

[sandinmyboots]

"We could get a few dozen magic wands and then break them in Yunalesca's stupid zombie face! The resulting explosions should reduce her to itty bitty zombie pieces in no time! Ka - bam!" Cefca swings his fist to demonstrate. "Anyone who looks funny at you will feel my wrath!"

He's gotten a bit off topic.

"A ribbon! Ribbons are good! I bet that'd work a lot better than a Peace Ring! That's what I usually use. It prevents Berserk and Confusion, see. But doesn't he need it for Yunalesca? She's coming close."

[yacantdoitkid]

"Deep breaths, babe."

He hates it when Cefca goes off the edge like this. He sounds more like Kefka than Cefca.

"Nah, he'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

[sandinmyboots]

Cefca takes some deep breaths, his footsteps becoming more even, less jumpy.

"If nothing else, my blue magic should help out. I hope."

[yacantdoitkid]

"You got this, babe." He runs a hand down Cefca's back, soft and soothing. "Just quit freaking out."

He leans down, rummaging through Auron's pack, and comes up with a ribbon in hand. "Gimme yer wrist."

[sandinmyboots]

"I'm good at freaking out. It's my signature. Kill everything, pass go, collect 200 gil."

He offers his hand. "Do we have any anti-zombie gear? I think I can use Auto Life and Magic Hammer to keep everyone alive, but I'm not sure that will be enough. I've never tried Auto Life and zombie in conjunction before."

[yacantdoitkid]

"Quit it."

Jecht ties the ribbon around his wrist, then uses his grip to pull Cefca in. He wraps him in a hard hug, as if he can force him to be still. (And not insane.)

"We'll deal with it, alrigh'? Done it enough times already to know the drill."

[sandinmyboots]

Cefca stills in the hug, then rests his forehead against Jecht's chest.

"I don't want you to die. I don't want anyone to die. I'm all psyched up for the battle. This is different from what I'm used to."

[yacantdoitkid]

"Quit it. No one's gonna die, 'cept for that creep."

By that creep, he means Sin, yes. Familiarity, contempt, and what not. His hands roam down Cefca's back, soothingly.

"And yer not gonna lose it, either. Promise."

[sandinmyboots]

"By creep, are we talking Yunalesca or Sin or just Yevon in general....?"

Cefca bounces onto his toes and presses a chaste kiss to Jech's mouth.

"I know. I trust you."

[yacantdoitkid]

The kiss makes him turn red. Bright red. Jecht can't help it. His eyes dart around, trying to see if Brasa or Auron saw them. Not that it changes much, if they did -- he's kidding himself if he thinks the others don't know about him and Cefca.

"Y'know, the creeps. All've em."