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[4 May] [Final Fantasy X/The Sandman] To Silences
Title: To Silences
Day/Theme: May 4- This too shall pass
Series: Final Fantasy X/The Sandman
Character/Pairing: Bahamut, Valefor
Rating: G
Spoilers: Yes, both series.
There are monsters attacking, but that wouldn’t cause a shake like this, at the heart of this Zanarkand. Something else must be going on, Bahamut thinks. Nor does he think that whatever is causing this has sought them out particularly- which is, perhaps, somewhat fortunate, and yet, as its effects ripple over them, this is not how he would want it.
He remembers fear.
Some time later- roughly about the time the monsters were all cleared out, he’s told later- things calm, the buildings rippling back to the way they were, save for those damaged in the fight. Zanarkand continues on.
It will have to do without the fayth for a little while, though, for this settling- this calm (not theirs, not yet theirs)- marks something else, and in the marking calls dreamers. Bahamut imagines it will be safe enough, though- even pyreflies remember dreaming, however faintly- and turns a corner.
The road he walks changes as he goes- not entirely uncommon in dreams, though he rarely reaches a destination like this, a chapped landscape with stormclouds overhead and many people gathered from all different places. Most of them, he imagines, know nothing of his world; but then, he hardly knows most of theirs.
There are familiar faces, though, for which he is glad. Yojimbo has found other soldiers with whom he can share a drink, and Valefor stands on a hill, watching a group of dancers, her mask resting between shoulder and neck.
“Aren’t you going to join them?” he asks, moving to stand beside her.
She shakes her head, her hair swinging. “The dance is different,” she says, her voice soft. “Quiet. Solemn. The end of the day.” A half-smile. “I never learnt that.”
He glances at her, then looks at the dancers, and the dance is different from Valefor’s, not the whirl of winds but closer to the setting of ice. “Then… he is gone.”
Valefor places a hand on his shoulder. “All dreams end eventually,” she murmurs.
Day/Theme: May 4- This too shall pass
Series: Final Fantasy X/The Sandman
Character/Pairing: Bahamut, Valefor
Rating: G
Spoilers: Yes, both series.
There are monsters attacking, but that wouldn’t cause a shake like this, at the heart of this Zanarkand. Something else must be going on, Bahamut thinks. Nor does he think that whatever is causing this has sought them out particularly- which is, perhaps, somewhat fortunate, and yet, as its effects ripple over them, this is not how he would want it.
He remembers fear.
Some time later- roughly about the time the monsters were all cleared out, he’s told later- things calm, the buildings rippling back to the way they were, save for those damaged in the fight. Zanarkand continues on.
It will have to do without the fayth for a little while, though, for this settling- this calm (not theirs, not yet theirs)- marks something else, and in the marking calls dreamers. Bahamut imagines it will be safe enough, though- even pyreflies remember dreaming, however faintly- and turns a corner.
The road he walks changes as he goes- not entirely uncommon in dreams, though he rarely reaches a destination like this, a chapped landscape with stormclouds overhead and many people gathered from all different places. Most of them, he imagines, know nothing of his world; but then, he hardly knows most of theirs.
There are familiar faces, though, for which he is glad. Yojimbo has found other soldiers with whom he can share a drink, and Valefor stands on a hill, watching a group of dancers, her mask resting between shoulder and neck.
“Aren’t you going to join them?” he asks, moving to stand beside her.
She shakes her head, her hair swinging. “The dance is different,” she says, her voice soft. “Quiet. Solemn. The end of the day.” A half-smile. “I never learnt that.”
He glances at her, then looks at the dancers, and the dance is different from Valefor’s, not the whirl of winds but closer to the setting of ice. “Then… he is gone.”
Valefor places a hand on his shoulder. “All dreams end eventually,” she murmurs.