fic: dual post
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bonnefoisTwo interconnected ficlets. Honestly, I wanted them to be longer, but they uh, did not want to comply.
Title: fairy (tale) girl
Day/Theme: June first / unfinished lullaby
Fandom: FFVIII
Character: young !Rinoa, (Julia)
If Rinoa focuses enough, (squints her eyes, tap her not-so-ruby shoes, clench her fists) she can just see the light. She’d never met her mother, but she sees her just the same. There’s pictures and sometimes she stares and stares as if maybe if she stared enough, the picture would smile back.
Her father is rarely home. To her the large house is a castle, fit for a princess. She decorates her room, her dress, her dolls with wings. Wings, wings, wings. (Like the white light she sees at night, like the birds that soar so high above her.)
At night she sees translucent wings, a white glow. She hears songs that aren’t there, a flutter of wings from an invisible dove.
Before Rinoa falls to dreaming, she hears snippets of lullabies, fairytales with her very own prince, somewhere, somewhen.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, another day, she will slip out to the fields beyond. She will play in flowers and focus on the light until petals turn to feathers until caught by the wind.
She’s a princess in a tale of her own making. She waits for someone to save her, bring her back to reality and carry her off into the sunset.
(But many years later, she learns that sometimes princesses are the ones that do the rescuing.)
Title: gone, but not forgotten (or: if I saw you in heaven)
Day/Theme: June fourth / does anybody wanna buy a memory?
Fandom: FFVIII
Character/Pairing: Raine, Julia
Note: connected vaguely to fairy (tale) girl
Heaven was unexpected. There is no floating angels or choirs, just light. Life after death is weightlessness. Everything is bright white, the brightest she has ever seen.
There is peace, but it an unsteady, melancholy kind. She watches the life of those below her from the mists, the life she once called hers.
*
Julia sings lullabies to her sleeping child. She is one of the lucky ones, most mothers touch the air where their child sleep, most can only watch their families grieve and be unable to comfort them.
When she sings, Rinoa reaches her small hand up, and mouths the echoes of her songs. All through the day her daughter talks to her. They spin through flowered fields and she feels only a step away from reality, almost alive.
*
Throughout this blank white tundra she finds another. She slips her fingers in another memory, a love that never was.
She finds him far away, almost unrecognizable. When she looks up, she finds a woman watching Laguna. Her gaze is far more intent, than Julia’s idle curiosity.
The woman is both different and alike to her. Despite their differences, they bask in this small company. They dine on hope and wonder, the tea and cakes of this almost-heaven.
Perhaps they could’ve been friends in their lives, but probably not. The only thing that tethers them to each other is the lost love of a man still living.
*
Memories fall through her hands like water. Perhaps one day she will forget it all, the life before, and only live in the present. It is like falling through clouds. She mostly stays by Rinoa’s side. It is there that she can remember and not feel herself slipping into nothingness.
She bids farewell to Raine, who had determined to watch over her own child and the man they both had loved. She feels a trace of regret that they hadn’t had the chance to know each other longer. Perhaps another life, another place, another story...
One day, she will be forgotten.
Title: fairy (tale) girl
Day/Theme: June first / unfinished lullaby
Fandom: FFVIII
Character: young !Rinoa, (Julia)
If Rinoa focuses enough, (squints her eyes, tap her not-so-ruby shoes, clench her fists) she can just see the light. She’d never met her mother, but she sees her just the same. There’s pictures and sometimes she stares and stares as if maybe if she stared enough, the picture would smile back.
Her father is rarely home. To her the large house is a castle, fit for a princess. She decorates her room, her dress, her dolls with wings. Wings, wings, wings. (Like the white light she sees at night, like the birds that soar so high above her.)
At night she sees translucent wings, a white glow. She hears songs that aren’t there, a flutter of wings from an invisible dove.
Before Rinoa falls to dreaming, she hears snippets of lullabies, fairytales with her very own prince, somewhere, somewhen.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, another day, she will slip out to the fields beyond. She will play in flowers and focus on the light until petals turn to feathers until caught by the wind.
She’s a princess in a tale of her own making. She waits for someone to save her, bring her back to reality and carry her off into the sunset.
(But many years later, she learns that sometimes princesses are the ones that do the rescuing.)
Title: gone, but not forgotten (or: if I saw you in heaven)
Day/Theme: June fourth / does anybody wanna buy a memory?
Fandom: FFVIII
Character/Pairing: Raine, Julia
Note: connected vaguely to fairy (tale) girl
Heaven was unexpected. There is no floating angels or choirs, just light. Life after death is weightlessness. Everything is bright white, the brightest she has ever seen.
There is peace, but it an unsteady, melancholy kind. She watches the life of those below her from the mists, the life she once called hers.
*
Julia sings lullabies to her sleeping child. She is one of the lucky ones, most mothers touch the air where their child sleep, most can only watch their families grieve and be unable to comfort them.
When she sings, Rinoa reaches her small hand up, and mouths the echoes of her songs. All through the day her daughter talks to her. They spin through flowered fields and she feels only a step away from reality, almost alive.
*
Throughout this blank white tundra she finds another. She slips her fingers in another memory, a love that never was.
She finds him far away, almost unrecognizable. When she looks up, she finds a woman watching Laguna. Her gaze is far more intent, than Julia’s idle curiosity.
The woman is both different and alike to her. Despite their differences, they bask in this small company. They dine on hope and wonder, the tea and cakes of this almost-heaven.
Perhaps they could’ve been friends in their lives, but probably not. The only thing that tethers them to each other is the lost love of a man still living.
*
Memories fall through her hands like water. Perhaps one day she will forget it all, the life before, and only live in the present. It is like falling through clouds. She mostly stays by Rinoa’s side. It is there that she can remember and not feel herself slipping into nothingness.
She bids farewell to Raine, who had determined to watch over her own child and the man they both had loved. She feels a trace of regret that they hadn’t had the chance to know each other longer. Perhaps another life, another place, another story...
One day, she will be forgotten.
