Setting: Kilika, pre-canon.
Theme + Number: #2, "Breathing".
Warnings: Implied(ish) m/m/m sex.
Summary: Lying awake, Braska listens and wishes. Drabble (100 words).
The Kilika night is warm, but still they fall asleep tangled together. Braska is the last to sleep. He lies awake and listens to his guardians breathe steadily. Jecht sighs and stirs, flinging an arm across Braska's bare chest. On Braska's other side, Auron murmurs and curls against Braska's side until the tips of Jecht's fingers brush his shoulder.
This is what the Calm means, Braska thinks. He wants this for everyone in the world.
But he wants, too, a place on the other side of pain where the three of them can be together like this, simply breathing, forever.