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31_days2010-04-09 01:08 pm
[April 9] [Breath of Fire IV] Reunion at the Station
Title: Reunion at the Station
Day/Theme: April 9, 2010 "The end of something"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Fou-lu/Mami, Ryu
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers, mangled first person Fou-lu-speak
There were myriad conveyances through which the dead might abandon the mortal plane, but as we were a god, a dragon, numbered amidst the undying, our knowledge of such transports of souls wert most meager. When we assumed it would always remain so, we wert proved most poignantly wrong. When our other half defeated the maddened heart sickening our soul, we became a part of him, but only for so long as gods remained in the world. Neither among us could have guessed that, while as an immortal, Ryu was incomplete, as a mere man, he had no need for our power and magnificence. Though we wouldst remain of import forever in the mind of the other, we wert separated once more. Only now the division felt not painful nor of eldritch design, but a natural and inevitable tide in the course of the world.
And when we slipped gracefully away at last, we found our way to a place of transit and shadows. It was neither the realm of the dying or the undying, but the doorstep of the land of the dead, the entrance to a place mortals never leave. We judged it most curious that we wouldst stumble onto this quietly busy platform. The shades of many morals clustered round us. They wert waiting as we wert, to see what manner of thing would come hence. And lo, a conveyance, shining and steely, like a shell of armor, clinked and roared rhythmically to a stop at the platform. When the doors opened, the shades of the fading ones clustered to its doors, filling the conveyance to the brim. Strangely enough, we wert also drawn toward the waiting doors, but paused upon hearing the call of a harried, but gently familiar, voice. "Ryong!"
We looked to see a most familiar face and form, gray and tattered, like a rag left from what had once been a piece of imperial finery, a pale echo of its former self. But to us, it wert the most radiant and beloved of all mortals. "Mami!"
We proceeded to her side, only to see the mover of the dead pull away without us. We two were left alone on the platform. "Ryong! I never thought I'd be seein' you again!"
"And yet thou hast held thy ground against the scourge of time, awaiting a coming thou didst not expect?" We held out our arms and she fell into them, feeble and shaking against our breast.
"What else would I do? Whether you'd come or not, no other thought came ta mind."
We saw then that perhaps our other half had been most mindful of our feelings and predicament. We were immortal. We were not bound by the confines of this place. 'Twas folly to think so. "Come away with us. We will make of you a goddess, like a star in the sky."
Easily enough our actions followed after our words. Thus we brought Mami away from the edge of the darkness to our natal realm. With Ryu's blessing, the power of compassion provided for us, and there the two of us would wile away the rest of our days.
Day/Theme: April 9, 2010 "The end of something"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Fou-lu/Mami, Ryu
Rating: PG
Warnings: spoilers, mangled first person Fou-lu-speak
There were myriad conveyances through which the dead might abandon the mortal plane, but as we were a god, a dragon, numbered amidst the undying, our knowledge of such transports of souls wert most meager. When we assumed it would always remain so, we wert proved most poignantly wrong. When our other half defeated the maddened heart sickening our soul, we became a part of him, but only for so long as gods remained in the world. Neither among us could have guessed that, while as an immortal, Ryu was incomplete, as a mere man, he had no need for our power and magnificence. Though we wouldst remain of import forever in the mind of the other, we wert separated once more. Only now the division felt not painful nor of eldritch design, but a natural and inevitable tide in the course of the world.
And when we slipped gracefully away at last, we found our way to a place of transit and shadows. It was neither the realm of the dying or the undying, but the doorstep of the land of the dead, the entrance to a place mortals never leave. We judged it most curious that we wouldst stumble onto this quietly busy platform. The shades of many morals clustered round us. They wert waiting as we wert, to see what manner of thing would come hence. And lo, a conveyance, shining and steely, like a shell of armor, clinked and roared rhythmically to a stop at the platform. When the doors opened, the shades of the fading ones clustered to its doors, filling the conveyance to the brim. Strangely enough, we wert also drawn toward the waiting doors, but paused upon hearing the call of a harried, but gently familiar, voice. "Ryong!"
We looked to see a most familiar face and form, gray and tattered, like a rag left from what had once been a piece of imperial finery, a pale echo of its former self. But to us, it wert the most radiant and beloved of all mortals. "Mami!"
We proceeded to her side, only to see the mover of the dead pull away without us. We two were left alone on the platform. "Ryong! I never thought I'd be seein' you again!"
"And yet thou hast held thy ground against the scourge of time, awaiting a coming thou didst not expect?" We held out our arms and she fell into them, feeble and shaking against our breast.
"What else would I do? Whether you'd come or not, no other thought came ta mind."
We saw then that perhaps our other half had been most mindful of our feelings and predicament. We were immortal. We were not bound by the confines of this place. 'Twas folly to think so. "Come away with us. We will make of you a goddess, like a star in the sky."
Easily enough our actions followed after our words. Thus we brought Mami away from the edge of the darkness to our natal realm. With Ryu's blessing, the power of compassion provided for us, and there the two of us would wile away the rest of our days.
