[fanfic] First Sensations

There was a first time for everything.

A first step with eyes unclouded by a slave crown. The sensation of feeling cold. The sensation of her world growing a fraction larger. They weren’t unpleasant sensations but firsts all the same. To a young woman who had spent years under the control of people who thought she was nothing more than a tool, seeing her breath mist white in the wintry air left Terra enthralled with wonder.

Her companions watched her look at the flakes of snow falling gently, eyes alight with the pleasure of a simple beauty with kind looks on their faces. It belied the image of a warrior as they walked with purpose through the snowfields towards their next destination. The layers of grime on their bodies had layers of grime. Edgar and Bannon were discussing strategy for the upcoming negotiations. Snow was blowing in every direction, weaving an intricate dance pattern in the frigid air.

It left Locke to keep an eye on the girl. She had marched hesitantly through the snowfields of Narshe in the beginning before the snow had caught her eye and left her awestruck. Their cloaks whipped around their feet as a warm smile broached Terra’s face. Her hand didn’t stray far from the sword belted at her hip in case of any danger but still, there was an innocence in her reaction that left the treasure hunter and the others soon afterwards thinking wistfully of simpler times.

The snow may have gone on for countless miles with no end in sight, but the innocent joy from one who’d forgotten what those feelings were like was enough to melt the heart of even the mightiest of foes.

 

[fanfic] Reflection of Who I Used to Be

Just who was this person standing before him?

Kurogane wasn’t sure just who he was looking at. Was he looking at the magician who was a proverbial pain in his ass or was he looking at the broken shell of a man who was bordering on losing everything dear to him. It was like the ninja was meeting Fai again for the first time and the irritation that he’d felt then was bubbling up inside of him now.

They had just defeated Ashura and recovered the Princess’ feather. Everything should have been fine. The pork bun should’ve been transporting them to another world. The four of them should’ve been on their way and continuing their desperate searching for Sakura’s feathers. Instead, Celes was falling apart from the inside and Fai was at the very center of it.

Four of them would be able to escape Celes today but it just wouldn’t fly for Kurogane. Everything had become a blur at that point. There was too much going and there stood Fai urging him to forget him and go ahead with continuing their quest. Didn’t the damn magician realize that they were friends now? The ninja wasn’t about to dessert his comrade, his friend like this and their words were a jumbled mess in his memory by now.

Something had come over Kurogane as he cut off his own arm to leave it in Fai’s place. The ninja hauled the other out of the center of Celes in the nick of time as they were transported away from the dying world. Fai was coming with them come hell or high water. Magicians and Space Time Witches be damned to the underworld and back. Kurogane wasn’t willing to lose any more people when he had to protect them. He’d lost enough strength on that damn world as it was. Losing an arm imbued with Fai’s magic was a necessary sacrifice.

A sacrifice that left him weak and delirious with fever. He now stood in front of a mirror staring back at someone who didn’t seem like himself. In fact, Kurogane is looking at the man that he used to be. The man who had lost his way and forgotten what true strength was. He’d learned much in his travels with Syaoran, the Princess and Fai that looking back upon that surly ninja who was adamant in feeling that everything going on around him had nothing to do with him was just so different from the man he was today.

He remembered why he’d wanted strength in the first place and found new people to protect with that strength. There was a magician hiding behind a mask that wasn’t what he truly was, a Princess with no memories searching for who she was and a Kid possessing more true strength than he had possessed at Syaoran’s age. Little by little, Kurogane had come to aid the three on their quest more often than he wanted and naturally, the four of them had formed a close bond.

“You’re not who I am anymore,” he said to his reflection and watched as it faded away. “I have the power to protect my friends and Princess Tomoyo and I will never let myself go back to the way that I was. My strength may have faded after killing Ashura but the Gods be damned if I let those who would do them harm take them from me again.”

The mirror remained and to break it would surely mean he could escape whatever dream he was trapped in. With a dangerous smirk on his face, Kurogane broke the mirror in his dreams with ease. His world was slowly getting lighter by the second before he was staring up at the ceiling half awake.

It was time to face the person he had become and was still becoming.

 

[fanfic] Twilight Memories

It was late at night, and everyone had retired for the night.  It was cold and starless, and Locke could see his breath misting in the air despite being nearest to the fire.  Scanning the placid faces of his companions, he realized that the girls had curled up together near the fire.  Sabin’s loud snoring made Locke debated the pros and cons of stuffing a pair of the Monk’s socks in his mouth.

Even as Locke smirked at the idea, the treasure hunter didn’t have a death wish and decided against it.  The rest of their companions had lucked out and won a coveted place in one of their tents.  He found himself cursing Setzer because he knew he’d been swindled.  They all could choose their game or deciding factor of choice and Locke was terrible at poker.  One hand had decided his fate and left him feeling that the Gambler had stacked his deck.

“Next time, rock paper scissors…” Locke breathed out softly as he stretched his calloused hands out toward the fire.  They were stiff with cold.  Getting stuck with first watch without the luxury of a sleeping roll, to wrap himself in was making it difficult to focus on looking out for monsters.

Before long, his thoughts had wandered from monsters and back to a happier time.

He was young again.  Happy again.  An innocent boy of eight, playing with his childhood friends in Kohlingen.  Their preferred game had always been rock paper scissors.  The Treasure Hunter had become quite adept at the game and never had to go up to the unsuspecting girls scaring the daylights out of them.

All of them except Rachel.  She’d always given chase to the boy charged with the task to the delight and unrestrained delight of those who’d sneaked out of their certain doom.  Her sharp screams as she gave chase to the boy who was practically begging for mercy always made Locke smile fondly.  Those were peaceful times that ended when the Empire invaded Kohlingen.  The childhood friends were all gone after that, and a sharp guilt had encased Locke’s heart.

He expelled a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and was greeted with the piercing stare of Celes peering at him curiously.  He jumped up from his perch near the fire, heart racing and eyes practically jumping out of his head.

“You’re supposed to be keeping watch,” she said matter-of-factly.

“O-oh… right,” he admitted.  “I was just –”

“—Thinking about Rachel,” Celes finished for him.

Locke sighed as he sank down next to the former General and stared into the glowing embers their fire had become.  He poked it with a nearby stick before tossing another log onto the blaze.  “I’m that easy to figure out am I?”

She placed a gloved hand on his shoulder as he placed his own over it.  “You’re a fairly easy read,” she supplied coolly.

With a sheepish laugh, Locke looked over at her as she placed her sword across her lap.  “How long was I daydreaming?”

The General shrugged her shoulders.  “Long enough for your watch to be over.  Get some rest, we’re heading out at dawn.  Here,” she said as she produced her neatly rolled bedroll.  “Yours is in the tent.  Use mine.”

Locke was genuinely surprised by this.  Eventually, his surprised look softened into a grateful look as he took the bedding, unrolled it and made himself comfortable.  He felt Celes’ hand running through his hair, and it felt calm and was lulling him to sleep.

“Thanks,” Locke mumbled tiredly, wondering if she was casting sleep on him.

“You’re welcome,” she said with thinly veiled humour.  “Rest now.”

He did.

[fanfic] Cake Disaster

I’ve got everything I need to make this cake, including directions. I did everything properly and my stupid cake is still burnt! The ruined cake pan and its contents are chilling out in the sink, the smoke is still clearing from the kitchen when the door opens.

“What the hell happened in here?!”

I turned around to see Zell standing there and I smile sheepishly. “Uh… well… y’see, I was trying to bake a cake and uh…”

“A cake? Weren’t you banned from the kitchen Selphie?”

“Maybe?”

He sighed. “Didja even think to change the temperature on the oven, Selph?”

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Prompt was “baked goods” courtesy of ffviii_100 over at dreamwidth.

[original] Get Thee Gone!

The old man sat precariously on the throne, guarded by several large pyres of ice.  Icy blue skin and eyes contrasted tremendously with his white hair, woolly beard and rich robes, and a mischievous smile gave his face a mischievous look.  Where was he going to send the next squall or blizzard?  Germany?  France?  Southwestern Ontario, Canada?  The wicked grin changed to a thoughtful frown as his pyres began to shrink.  He knew that his time on the throne was coming to an end soon.  He had to throw out as many storms and pleasantries of his season before the enormous doors banged open.

“Old Man Winter!” Came her cheery voice.  “Times up!”

“Ah yes,” he said as snowflakes blew out with every word.  “Spring.  How have you been dear?”

Spring was a budding woman no older than thirty with green curly hair tumbling down her shoulders.  Her golden eyes shined with renewal, and her hands were placed precariously on her hips.  Broad leaves covered her slender figure before she stormed up to the ice barrier and pointed a long, green nail from an avocado toned finger that graced her whole body.  The overuse of green in springs’ attire annoyed Winter to no end.

“How have I been, Old Man?” She asked tartly.  “How have I been?!  I’ve been trying to warm this area up for weeks, and you keep pushing me away because you feel inclined to drop another three feet of snow on some poor town.”

Winter heaved a mighty, dreary sigh before flicking his weathered wrists to give Spring a path to enter.  “Come Spring, why all this complaining?  I’m only doing my job, the same as you.”

“I quite happen to like the sounds of baby birds and smells of tulips, thanks.” She responded crisply.  “Winter is over, Old Man and it’s my turn to play on the throne for the next little bit.”

“Tell me Spring,” Winter challenged.  “How do you propose to get me off my throne?  The world would look fantastic in a blanket of white, don’t you think?”

“Let me think about that,” Spring spat back.  “No.  Never.  Not gonna happen.  Pack your bags, clear out the chambers and for the love of all things sane, get rid of all this ice!

Winter’s booming laughter reverberated in the large hall before he rose to his feet.  Spring had always amused him and he felt like taunting her a bit more.  She was like a cat chasing a ball full of catnip when she rose to the occasion like this.  “Tell me Spring, if I were to… abdicate the throne to you today, what would you give me in return?”

“What’s in this for you?  Simple,” she said confidently with a snap of her fingers.  Threads of green began creeping up the old man’s legs.  “You hand over the throne, and I won’t turn you into a green old man Winter.”

He smirked at her spunky nature.  “Really Spring.  You would turn this poor old man into a hedge statue.  Really my sweet girl, you wound me.”

“I could always turn you into a tree.  You’re certainly tall enough, and the bird and squirrels would love to make their homes on or in you,” she shot back with a wink.  “A nice flowering Tulip Tree would suit you just fine.”

“Really my dear, you know I don’t like tulips.” He groaned.

“Thus their appeal.” She returned smugly.  “Big, tall and pink, purple and white all spring.  After that, Summer would have a blast with you!”

“Ah yes, Summer has always been a pain.”

“We’re the younger seasons, old man.  We’re supposed to be carefree and fun.  You and Fall?  Well, you’re the old farts who try to keep the young’uns in line and all that old fart stuff that Fall spouts.”

Winter shook his head at the girl before levelling a hard look at her.  “Watch your tone or I’ll refuse to give you the throne six weeks early.”

Spring waved her dismissively at the threat.  “Please, like anybody believes what those groundhogs say.  I bet you’ve been paying them to see their shadows and go back to sleep for another six weeks.”

Clever girl thought Winter and Spring merely grinned that smug little grin of hers.

“You can correct me if I’m wrong,” she quipped.

SILENCE!” He bellowed before stepping off the throne’s dais.  He glared daggers at the girl before sweeping past her with one last cold blast.  “Foolish child, you’ll pay for this insolence next year.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she quipped in response.

Spring skipped up the dais and settled herself on it as the pyres of ice were quickly disposed of and replaced with several broad, newly budding trees.  The chamber was filled with the scent of the forest as Winter slammed the doors behind him.  Year after year, Spring always reminded Winter of one solitary point.

Spring was more than a pretty face.

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This post was inspired by this prompt.  Although, instead of making Spring male, I opted for a female, more spunky Spring!  Also, Grammarly is amazing. If you have the extra cash lying around, give it a shot.

[poetry] To My Dearest Friends

Here we have ourselves, a Valediction! Also known as, an elaborate way of saying goodbye to someone. Or in this, so long.

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Goodbyes are hard enough as it is.

But when people just disappear all the time,

It’s hard to keep going after

Everything that’s happened.

But here I sit, writing this letter.

For me though, it’s not goodbye;

More like “So long.”

For every little thing you’ve done for me,

I can’t thank you enough.

You’ve always been there,

Through thick and thin, good and bad.

You let me lean on your when I cried,

Took care of me when I was sick or hurt.

The time we fought or

Trained together meant the world to me.

You guys are part of my family;

And they’re a ll so precious to me.

We’ve laugh and cried, screamed

And shouted. But please understand

That I never wanted to leave.

I’m not the kinda gal to beg

So put up with it just this once for my sake?

Don’t ever forget me.

I’ll never forget you.

We’ll meet again someday

I just know it!

We’re bonded together now

In a very tight chain.

Our links will never be apart.

Just like I’ll never be apart

From you.

So long my dear friends,

We’ll be together soon.

[poetry] Concentrated Badassery

She walks in beauty, like the night

Alone in thoughts, constant remorse;

Sword in hand, she starts the fighting

Strength and her brawn the only course;

She’ll fight for what she thinks is right

Justice is her mightiest force.

Basking in moonlit afterthoughts

Her breath, a cooling, wispy mist;

Looking down, she spots a small pot

With glinting contents in her midst;

She’s bold and reaches like a bot

Checking off found gold from her list.

She runs, like a thief without guilt

Through the city she calls her home;

Her base that she carefully built

Is well concealed her humble Rome;

Plundering the rust coloured silt

Her victory flawless in chrome.

[original] The Knight and the Dragon

(The following story was based upon the writing prompt shown on the left. It may seem a bit juvenile but I wrote it with younger readers in mind!)

    Once upon a time in a land far away lived a kindly old knight. He was very wise for a man of his years and had trained many great knights in his time. Many of those knights had gone on to do many great deeds but that is a story for another day.

    The kindly old knight wore his armor with care. It shone from hours of meticulous attention as the sun’s rays bounced off it happily. With his shield on his right arm and his mighty sword strapped to his back, he was busy walking the trail toward what many thought was a town to rest for the night. Little did those he passed know that he was off to visit his dear friend the old, wise dragon.

    Now who would’ve thought that there would ever be a dragon that man would be friends with? Well this was no ordinary dragon. He was rather small for a dragon and didn’t have many dragon friends as a result. The dragon also didn’t like to terrorize the countryside and have knights from all over the world coming to slay him. He guarded no treasure nor did he breathe any fire. He was merely a small blue dragon with hide the colour of the ocean and carefully filed claws.

    The knight with his long white beard and matching moustache marched along the trail between the farmlands with purpose and the country folk paid him no mind. They thought that he was on patrol to protect the people from brigands and that was all right with them. He walked for quite some time through the rolling countryside hills dotted with brush and outlined with the bright green treetops on the horizon until at last he came to the cave where the dragon lived.

    “Hello, my friend!” the knight called into the mouth of the jagged cave. “Are you home?”

    “I am, my friend Bob.” the dragon replied with a raspy lisp. He was a very polite dragon and always spoke to his friends with great respect. “I have just put on some tea, would you like to join me for a cup?”

    “I thought you’d never ask, Steve.”

    Bob entered the cave without caution as this was not your typical dragon. The fragrant smell of Steve’s tea filled the air as the knight went into the well-lit home and settled himself on an old wooden stool. The duo engaged in the usual pleasantries between the two of them. The kids were doing fine and making names for themselves, the wives were fine and the kingdom they called home was at peace. Bob and Steve talked with each other for quite some time before Bob rose to his feet.

    “I’m afraid that I must be on my way back home, my friend,” Bob explained. “My wife is expecting me home and I must not be late.”

    With a rumbling laugh, Steve bobbed his head. “Just one minute, Bob.”

    Steve went into the kitchen of his home and returned a few moments later with a carefully wrapped package in his hands. It was a freshly prepared sweet bread for the old dragon had grown tired of the taste of meat and had turned to sweets instead.

    “For your wife and children my friend,” Steve said as he held the package out to Bob which he took with pride.

    “Thank you, my friend. I’m sure that we’ll enjoy it greatly. You’ve always baked the sweetest treats for me and my family.”

    “I am glad to hear that,” Steve replied as Bob made his way out of the cave to start his journey back to his village.

    Steve stood at the entrance to his cave and watched Bob walk over the hills until he could no longer see his friend on the horizon. He knew that his friend would visit him again sometime in the future months as he went back inside his cave to enjoy the rest of his day in contentment.

[fanfic] A Little Old for that, Aren’t you?

Title: A Little Old for that, Aren’t you?
Characters/Pairings: Kiros talking about Laguna
Author’s Notes: Written using the prompt “Kiros Seagill” at ffviii_100 over at dreamwidth.

It should be pretty obvious by now that one of my dearest friends is a total idiot. He gets lost. He can’t read a map to save his life and is usually more trouble than he’s worth some days.

Yet… I wouldn’t change any of that for the world. It’s all just a part of his charm.

Even when he comes stumbling back into the palace in the middle-of-the-night without an escort inebriated. He always ends up in my room anyway, crashing into me and my bed before snoring softly.

Laguna Loire… What am I going to do with you?

[fanfic] The Big Top

Question to the readers of the blog! Would you like me to post the fandom that I’m writing for in the subject as well as if it is [fanfic] or [original] like I’ve been doing all along? Please let me know what you think! 🙂

Today’s fanfic is derived from the tales_100 prompt of Circus but is for Final Fantasy 8.


Twelve sets of  hands were linked together hand in hand as they stared up at the gigantic red and white striped tent that loomed over top of them all.  There were quips from the boys about how holding hands was for girls but Matron Edea shushed them quickly before smiling kindly at her children.

“Matwon,” Selphie asked curiously while scoffing at the dusty ground with a shoe.  “Where are we?”

“Well,” Edea began.  “This place is called a circus, Selphie.”
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