yuri wants to have a convo about your feelings. (clavat) wrote in missions, @ 2012-09-12 11:20:00 |
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narrative.
WHO: Chelinka Latov, Yuri Latov, mentions of Namine DINCHT!!! and Lightning Farron.
WHAT: Dreaming.
WHEN: Late morning, September 12, 2012
WHERE: Balamb, Luca, a dream.
RATING: S for Sad.
The body sat on the little stool by the little window, that looked out over a little fruit tree. Sometimes the girl sat there, and she had, yesterday, and the day before, sometimes alone, sometimes with a fair little angel clutching her hand and whispering sweet words, or bringing the outside in with pens and little scraps of paper.
But the girl wasn't there, so the body sat in the little stool. The eyes didn't see the little bird land in the little tree, the ears didn't hear it chirp a little tune. A few flower petals fell from the body's fingertips, and, suddenly weary, the eyes closed.--
The boy and the girl were sitting on a log. The log was sitting on a cliff, the cliff on a mountain. The air was cool, the sky blackbluepurple dotted with little lights, far away, while the edges of the surrounding mountains burned pink and gold near their bases where the sun was leaving. Stretched wide before them was a lake that smelled of home, and on the lake danced fire.
"Ignes Fatui." said the boy with a smile. The girl rested her head on his shoulder, and the boy took her hand in his. "Fire of Fools. But Mama always said it was the souls of the dead, dancing and celebrating their life. But it's actually just-" The boy paused when the girl gave his hand a squeeze. "All right," he said, voice warm like his hand. "It's the dead."
A little pause in words showed up and lingered, and then floated away easily when the boy spoke again. "There's Mama," he started, the finger of his free hand pointing in turn. His voice was low. "And Papa. And Meeth. Al. And-"
The girl couldn't stand it: Not the dead, not the memories, not the ghosts, but the way the boy's voice had begun to shake. Lightning fast, she turned and gripped the boy in a hug that could shatter bones, if one's bones were only glass. "I miss you too," he said fiercely. "I'm sorry, I had to go- I worry about you-"
The girl pulled away and in the moment everything was warm and still. Little yellow flowers began to grow, bud, and bloom around their feet, spreading out like a carpet, new flowers blossoming, salmon, scarlet, sunset orange, cyan, plum. Faster and faster they spread and grew, carpeting the ground around them, toppling over the edge of the cliff like a waterfall, and in moments a wide river of flowers led all the way to the lake.
The twins smiled. The girl touched her lips to the boy's forehead---
In a small cramped bunk on an airship docked in Luca, the boy woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright and immediately cracking his head against the low ceiling. Yuri cursed, and slid out of the bunk to dress and check in with his crew. He was smiling by the time he reached the door, reaching into his pocket for a phone to tap out a message to the only one who would care.
In the small stool by the small window in Balamb, the girl woke up in the body. Her eyes saw the little bird, and her ears heard it chirp a little tune. Her door opened, and she saw the angel in white, flowers in hand and a bright smile. Chelinka smiled back and opened her hand to show Namine the small yellow flower she had for them to put in their new arrangement.