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Missed out yesterday due to feeling extra-crummy. Ah well, easy to fix!
Title: Understanding
Word Count: 100
Notes: Final Fantasy 9, my favorite of Eiko's summons.
It isn’t like the others. She can understand them.
Fenrir is the earth that’s burned under the sun and frozen under the moon forever, until all you can see for miles is the cracks that drop down to its heart.
Unless you learn to see the little trees, the scrub clinging where the wind can’t tear it away.
It’s the wind, too, ancient as all the years before anything was around to even think, old as the earth. It steals the air away, and gives it back.
Until one day she thinks of Madain Sari, all storm-wrecked earthen ruins.
Title: Contemplation
Word Count: 100
Notes: I love this character. He is so... unlike the others. Although I'm fond of the synthesists, too. Might try for them next.
The quiet here used to be comfortable. Now it’s a weight that drags at him, because there’s no one left to share it with. 11 and 33 are always with the chocobo egg, and he would stay there if it didn’t feel like intruding.
It’s okay.
That’s their place. This one is his.
But he thinks less about the dead now, and more about the missing. Where they are, what they’re doing. What’s being done to them. If any of them are asking questions about it all.
He hopes so. Maybe when they come back, they’ll bring answers with them.
Title: Understanding
Word Count: 100
Notes: Final Fantasy 9, my favorite of Eiko's summons.
It isn’t like the others. She can understand them.
Fenrir is the earth that’s burned under the sun and frozen under the moon forever, until all you can see for miles is the cracks that drop down to its heart.
Unless you learn to see the little trees, the scrub clinging where the wind can’t tear it away.
It’s the wind, too, ancient as all the years before anything was around to even think, old as the earth. It steals the air away, and gives it back.
Until one day she thinks of Madain Sari, all storm-wrecked earthen ruins.
Title: Contemplation
Word Count: 100
Notes: I love this character. He is so... unlike the others. Although I'm fond of the synthesists, too. Might try for them next.
The quiet here used to be comfortable. Now it’s a weight that drags at him, because there’s no one left to share it with. 11 and 33 are always with the chocobo egg, and he would stay there if it didn’t feel like intruding.
It’s okay.
That’s their place. This one is his.
But he thinks less about the dead now, and more about the missing. Where they are, what they’re doing. What’s being done to them. If any of them are asking questions about it all.
He hopes so. Maybe when they come back, they’ll bring answers with them.