This post is part of the series Life's Little Triumphs

Other posts in this series:

  1. Prologue
  2. Cyan Garamonde
  3. Setzer Gabbiani
  4. Edgar Roni Figaro
  5. Sabin Rene Figaro
  6. Mog
  7. Gau
  8. Locke Cole
  9. Celes Chere (Current)
  10. Relm Arrowny
  11. Shadow
  12. Strago Magus
  13. Epilogue

Life’s Little Triumphs—Celes Chere
a mini-series by Dot

Celes woke up to the feeling of Locke’s arm around her.

What a comfortable feeling, she thought, stroking Locke’s soft brown hair.  It makes me not want to get up.

The two had been living in the house that Locke built for them in Kohingen for quite a while now, but it wasn’t until last night that they slept in the same bed.  However, both of them had agreed not to engage in anything more serious than kissing.  As Celes discovered a little while ago, though, it was difficult to even work up the courage for that.  A part of her still felt that she didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that she was usurping Rachel’s place in Locke’s heart.

A knock sounded from the front door.  With great reluctance, Celes eased out of bed, walked down the stairs, and opened it.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Setzer greeted, holding out a flower to Celes.  Like Edgar, Setzer also flirted with Celes, but more as a playful joke than anything serious.

“Morning,” Celes greeted back, taking the flower.  “What brings you here? I thought you wouldn’t come by for another week or so.” Kohlingen, being at the ‘edge’ of the world, was one of Setzer’s last stops on his delivery route, and he was so busy that he didn’t have any other chance to visit.

Setzer’s eyes twinkled with a brilliance Celes hadn’t seen since she tricked him with Edgar’s double-headed coin.  “I’m dumping all of my responsibilities on somebody else and doing something completely selfish.”

Celes feigned shock.  “Why, Setzer! How could you?”

Setzer chuckled.  “Well, I’ve always been a sucker for true love.”

Celes blinked, then blushed.  “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m already taken.”

This time, Setzer laughed.  “Not you, silly!” He grew solemn again.  “Daryl.  I believe that she might be somewhere out there waiting for me to find her.”

“But I thought—the grave—”

“Yeah, I built a grave for her, but she’s not buried there.” Setzer smiled again.  “You see, they never found her body.”

Celes didn’t say anything for a while.  “You’re going with pretty slim odds there,” she offered.

Setzer grinned.  “And that’s exactly the kind of bet I like to take.” He stood up.  “I’d love to talk more, but I’ve got to get going now.” He winked.  “Wouldn’t want Daryl to be waiting too long, you know.”

Celes walked Setzer to the door.  “I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thanks.” Setzer grinned again, showing all of his teeth.  “I’ll need all the luck I can get.” He ran off full speed for the Falcon, parked not too far from the house.  “Oh, and if anyone asks for me, tell them that I’m on a ‘very important mission’!” He yelled over his shoulder.

Does that mean I’m the only one who knows? Celes wondered.

“Who was that?” A sleepy-eyed Locke asked, coming down the stairs.  “Sounded like Setzer.”

Celes looked at the love of her life and made a decision.  Meeting Locke at the bottom of the stairs and catching him in a tight hug, she whispered into his ear: “It was, dear.  Will you marry me?”

“Oh.” Locke hugged back.  Then he caught the implications of Celes’ question.  “Eh?”

“I’ve finally made up my mind,” Celes explained, continuing to hold Locke in her arms.  “There’s no one else that I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”

And then she kissed him.

He tasted as sweet as the essence of Life itself.

Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve written such pure, unadulterated warm and fuzzy feelings.

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