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JL Sigman ([info]jlsigman) wrote in [info]finalfantasy100,
@ 2009-03-23 09:46:00

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High Winds (Final Fantasy X)
Title: High Winds
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Character: Cid
Theme set #: 008 - Airships
Rating: G


Cid had dreamed of flying machines all his life. Small ones, large ones, ones that could shoot Sin into dust. His sister would gently tease him about it sometimes, but only because the Al Behd had never found any yet in all their digs. It was only a matter of time, he'd snap back, scribbling equations on paper and sketching optimum wingspans in the sands of Home. And if they couldn't find one, he'd build one someday. She made him promise to take her up on it, and he did.

He never forgave himself for not having found or built one when she was killed by Sin. Within a few years of her death his search had become an obsession, leading him to places that had lain untouched for nearly a thousand years. He found many marvels, but nothing that would put him into the sky above the painful world. He often stood alone, looking out across a barren landscape or empty ocean, the wind teasing him with secrets it couldn't be forced to reveal.

The finding of the Fahrenheit should have made him happy. But it was like he'd forgotten how to feel that, somehow. Brother muttered about his slave-driving ways as they tinkered the engines into working again. No one saw Cid stand on the outside deck of the ship the night they got it into the air, the high winds scouring the tears from his cheeks.


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