Terra Branford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
magitek_elite) wrote2018-02-20 11:40 am
magitek_elite) wrote2018-02-20 11:40 am
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For fallen_stage
The world was recovering, healing. Every day grass grew where there had been none, flowers bloomed and the desolate silence of the World of Ruin was replaced by the laughter of youth and new life. Her part had been small, and had it not been for the companionship of friends and loved ones, this brave, new world would never have had a chance to be.
Mobliz, a village that had degraded into a few rickety shacks, was now a quiet haven of life human and animal. There were still scars of the past, the old homes still sat quietly at the bottom of the flooded river but unlike before they now housed a colourful array of watery critters; tiny fish and slowly-wriggling starfish.
It was Terra's favourite time of day; dusk. The pretty, orange light of the setting sun gave everything a comforting glow. She enjoyed the warmth of those last precious rays of light on her skin as she walked along the moss-covered bank of the river's edge. Her thoughts of simple things; of daily chores that needed doing, of planning her next visit to Figaro and of seeing friends again. After years of struggle, finally she had peace and the quiet, simple sort of happiness she had longed for.
But something stood out against the muted greens and browns of nature. A flash of silver-lilac hair, pale skin and... was that armour? The way it glistened in the light made her think so. Armour evoked so many memories, most of them negative. Her stomach tightened and she thought she could taste something metallic in her mouth. There was no doubt that she hesitated, toying with the idea of turning around and ignoring the outstretched body.
However much she wanted to ignore the figure, her conscious was too strong to let her. Closing the gap between herself and the motionless body she knelt beside them--no him.
She examined him, watching the methodical rise and fall of his chest. He was beautiful - preternaturally so. Terra couldn't think of anyone who looked quite so ethereal as him in her whole life. Angelic in his slumber she wondered how he had got here, had he simply fallen asleep at the water's edge? What a precarious spot to nap.
"Hello?" She spoke to rouse him, her voice soft and small, the breeze threatening to take it away before it reached his ears "You can't sleep here, it's dangerous."
Mobliz, a village that had degraded into a few rickety shacks, was now a quiet haven of life human and animal. There were still scars of the past, the old homes still sat quietly at the bottom of the flooded river but unlike before they now housed a colourful array of watery critters; tiny fish and slowly-wriggling starfish.
It was Terra's favourite time of day; dusk. The pretty, orange light of the setting sun gave everything a comforting glow. She enjoyed the warmth of those last precious rays of light on her skin as she walked along the moss-covered bank of the river's edge. Her thoughts of simple things; of daily chores that needed doing, of planning her next visit to Figaro and of seeing friends again. After years of struggle, finally she had peace and the quiet, simple sort of happiness she had longed for.
But something stood out against the muted greens and browns of nature. A flash of silver-lilac hair, pale skin and... was that armour? The way it glistened in the light made her think so. Armour evoked so many memories, most of them negative. Her stomach tightened and she thought she could taste something metallic in her mouth. There was no doubt that she hesitated, toying with the idea of turning around and ignoring the outstretched body.
However much she wanted to ignore the figure, her conscious was too strong to let her. Closing the gap between herself and the motionless body she knelt beside them--no him.
She examined him, watching the methodical rise and fall of his chest. He was beautiful - preternaturally so. Terra couldn't think of anyone who looked quite so ethereal as him in her whole life. Angelic in his slumber she wondered how he had got here, had he simply fallen asleep at the water's edge? What a precarious spot to nap.
"Hello?" She spoke to rouse him, her voice soft and small, the breeze threatening to take it away before it reached his ears "You can't sleep here, it's dangerous."