Fic: Ruined Dream
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Title: Ruined Dream
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Aeris, Seph, Zack, Cloud
Words: 408
Notes: It's a very dark little story, for
aikonamika as per her prompt.
She didn’t know what was happening, there was no way that she could know what was happening, but somehow, they still heard her.
The loud cry broke across the sounds of steel on steel. It broke over an attempt to catch up for revenge and answers. It broke over the fire. It broke over similar cries and tears from survivors who were trying to make sense of the hell night had become.
It was a cry of ‘No’ that made everything pause, made everything stop.
It made it all wait with bated breath as the planet hears its last true child. A child who had long ignored it, but perhaps it was time that the child realized what needed to be.
The planet needed her as it did not need them. It did not need these men of war. It did not need a broken Cetra and child of the Calamity at its door. It did need its daughter. It needed the power to fix as guided by one small of thought.
It left her one choice with its gift of seeing. Be alone, or fix these things. Be forgotten or take this chance. It would still be lonesome, for the planet did not truly understand companions, but she would be able to watch and see and not ache for what might have been because they were ruined.
She had her chance, one chance alone, to take and fix it all.
So she did. Sobbing into her hands as she felt something tear inside her, she willed the planet to take it back, to put her where she needed to be to help her boys, to keep them safe.
And thus it was given. Strings were cut amid the flowers on the dawn on the day they were to reach that town and a pink clad figure crumpled into her flower bed, heart stopped and eyes closed.
And she was there to guide him away, to battle the enemy the Planet had not had a way to forge anew. She saved one and in saving him gave the others a chance. Sephiroth was sent away, the others following, trying to rebuild his mind from the tremble, and she watched, unable to touch or help.
She could do nothing but watch as fate took another turn, no better than the first, but just as strange.
But she was not forgotten.
And she was not gone.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Aeris, Seph, Zack, Cloud
Words: 408
Notes: It's a very dark little story, for
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She didn’t know what was happening, there was no way that she could know what was happening, but somehow, they still heard her.
The loud cry broke across the sounds of steel on steel. It broke over an attempt to catch up for revenge and answers. It broke over the fire. It broke over similar cries and tears from survivors who were trying to make sense of the hell night had become.
It was a cry of ‘No’ that made everything pause, made everything stop.
It made it all wait with bated breath as the planet hears its last true child. A child who had long ignored it, but perhaps it was time that the child realized what needed to be.
The planet needed her as it did not need them. It did not need these men of war. It did not need a broken Cetra and child of the Calamity at its door. It did need its daughter. It needed the power to fix as guided by one small of thought.
It left her one choice with its gift of seeing. Be alone, or fix these things. Be forgotten or take this chance. It would still be lonesome, for the planet did not truly understand companions, but she would be able to watch and see and not ache for what might have been because they were ruined.
She had her chance, one chance alone, to take and fix it all.
So she did. Sobbing into her hands as she felt something tear inside her, she willed the planet to take it back, to put her where she needed to be to help her boys, to keep them safe.
And thus it was given. Strings were cut amid the flowers on the dawn on the day they were to reach that town and a pink clad figure crumpled into her flower bed, heart stopped and eyes closed.
And she was there to guide him away, to battle the enemy the Planet had not had a way to forge anew. She saved one and in saving him gave the others a chance. Sephiroth was sent away, the others following, trying to rebuild his mind from the tremble, and she watched, unable to touch or help.
She could do nothing but watch as fate took another turn, no better than the first, but just as strange.
But she was not forgotten.
And she was not gone.
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Date: 2/7/09 03:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)This is made of win and awesome and yay. The fact that she got this option, and took it, even though she'd be alone and lost is beautiful and powerful. There's a chance for her boys now, and the last two lines hint at the vaguest of possibilities that might lead to something happening with her. It thrills me.
Thank you so much, and happy (belated) birthday again! Your drabble is still flailing at me, so it'll probably be a bit longer. ^^;;
And two little nitpicky parts (because what sort of writing major would I be if I didn't pick nits?):
as the planet hears its last true child <-- heard
rebuild his mind from the tremble <-- rubble?*squealing happily* I meant to reply to this earlier. Actually, I meant to reply to this several times before, but kept losing the post for various reasons. ^^;;
This is made of win and awesome and yay. The fact that she got this option, and took it, even though she'd be alone and lost is beautiful and powerful. There's a chance for her boys now, and the last two lines hint at the vaguest of possibilities that might lead to something happening with her. It thrills me.
Thank you so much, and happy (belated) birthday again! Your drabble is still flailing at me, so it'll probably be a bit longer. ^^;;
And two little nitpicky parts (because what sort of writing major would I be if I didn't pick nits?):
as the planet hears its last true child <-- heard
rebuild his mind from the tremble <-- rubble?
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)No issues on the birthday, better late then nanda'ed.
::folds hands under her chin.:: The first pick I can see why, though the immediacy of the present tense was intended, that being considered like an indrawn breath of the present tense. The other I actually looked at, and knew someone would point out, but it's actually intended to be the tremble. It's not rubble if it never had a chance to fall, now is it? so, the tremble, the quake. ::grins:: I know I turn phrases oddly sometimes.::flashes a grin:: It's what that poem, and the music on my playlist, gave me ::giggle::
No issues on the birthday, better late then nanda'ed.
::folds hands under her chin.:: The first pick I can see why, though the immediacy of the present tense was intended, that being considered like an indrawn breath of the present tense. The other I actually looked at, and knew someone would point out, but it's actually intended to be the tremble. It's not rubble if it never had a chance to fall, now is it? so, the tremble, the quake. ::grins:: I know I turn phrases oddly sometimes.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)