Dreaming: Chapter One:
He couldn't tell you the last time he dreamed.
Of anyone, any place, nor a time that he felt happiest.
Yet, he was dreaming right now, wasn't he?
He hoped so.
It was eerily familiar, this feeling of weightlessness. Rather like Time Compression, when he fell through sky and water. Yet then, he had Rinoa beside him.
But this time, he was alone. No one here to hear him cry out for help, no one to catch him should he fall. Rather like the void he was sucked into after defeating Ultiemica.
Yet then, Rinoa had saved him. A lone white feather cupped against the black leather of his glove. Before, a light had engulfed him, and he awoke, cupped in Rinoa's arms.
Who would wake him now?
He was shunted into a void of black, before a blinding rainbow of colors assaulted his vision. He closed his eyes, hands reaching out blindly, and of their own accord. After a few moments, his buoyancy was stopped as well, and he felt a weight pulling him back.
Yet he resisted, wanting to know where this dream led.
Then something familiar brushed against him: the feeling of worn leather.
'Seifer!' was his first, panicked thought. But no - this leather was softer. So was the touch. 'Zell, perhaps Quistis...'
Had he fainted in battle? Perhaps died? Was someone casting life on him? Full life? It was hard to tell. After dispensing and receiving so many cure, curas, curagas, life, full-life... He was unable to feel the energy, to react to what was happening to him. Gone one moment, there the next.
"Open your eyes...." The voice far away, yet close. Not familiar. Squall retreated, feeling the leather press harder. A soft whimper, then the touch lessened.
"Please?" The voice softly entreated - an order behind it. He whimpered again, the weight pulling on him dreadfully now. And it hurt. He didn't want to go back, afraid of what he'd see upon opening his eyes. It was over; they had won, hadn't they? That wasn't a dream.
He cautiously opened his eyes, wincing against the sudden brightness that flooded his field of vision. He felt something shift against him, then tried again. It wasn't so bad now, yet he was still looking at the summer sky...
It was close enough to touch, rather like how he'd felt as a child, lying in the summer grass of Matron's meadow. The sky drew back then, and a few wisps of smoke colored clouds trickled into view.
"Are you alright?"
Squall blinked, trying to get his bearings. Wait, he was looking into someone's eyes. Eyes that he didn't know. Not Quistis or Zell, neither held this luminance.
"I..." He was unable to finish, as the person pressed fingers against his lips.
"Just a moment..." The fingers left, replaced by the cooled tip of a flask. He was suddenly parched, yet training and the person allowed him to sip the water, when he wanted to gulp it.
"Now, let's try that again."
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A/N - Don't own anyone. Though I wish I did. I'm trying out a new style, so... plllllllease review. Even if you want to say you hate it. I really want to know what everyone thinks.
He couldn't tell you the last time he dreamed.
Of anyone, any place, nor a time that he felt happiest.
Yet, he was dreaming right now, wasn't he?
He hoped so.
It was eerily familiar, this feeling of weightlessness. Rather like Time Compression, when he fell through sky and water. Yet then, he had Rinoa beside him.
But this time, he was alone. No one here to hear him cry out for help, no one to catch him should he fall. Rather like the void he was sucked into after defeating Ultiemica.
Yet then, Rinoa had saved him. A lone white feather cupped against the black leather of his glove. Before, a light had engulfed him, and he awoke, cupped in Rinoa's arms.
Who would wake him now?
He was shunted into a void of black, before a blinding rainbow of colors assaulted his vision. He closed his eyes, hands reaching out blindly, and of their own accord. After a few moments, his buoyancy was stopped as well, and he felt a weight pulling him back.
Yet he resisted, wanting to know where this dream led.
Then something familiar brushed against him: the feeling of worn leather.
'Seifer!' was his first, panicked thought. But no - this leather was softer. So was the touch. 'Zell, perhaps Quistis...'
Had he fainted in battle? Perhaps died? Was someone casting life on him? Full life? It was hard to tell. After dispensing and receiving so many cure, curas, curagas, life, full-life... He was unable to feel the energy, to react to what was happening to him. Gone one moment, there the next.
"Open your eyes...." The voice far away, yet close. Not familiar. Squall retreated, feeling the leather press harder. A soft whimper, then the touch lessened.
"Please?" The voice softly entreated - an order behind it. He whimpered again, the weight pulling on him dreadfully now. And it hurt. He didn't want to go back, afraid of what he'd see upon opening his eyes. It was over; they had won, hadn't they? That wasn't a dream.
He cautiously opened his eyes, wincing against the sudden brightness that flooded his field of vision. He felt something shift against him, then tried again. It wasn't so bad now, yet he was still looking at the summer sky...
It was close enough to touch, rather like how he'd felt as a child, lying in the summer grass of Matron's meadow. The sky drew back then, and a few wisps of smoke colored clouds trickled into view.
"Are you alright?"
Squall blinked, trying to get his bearings. Wait, he was looking into someone's eyes. Eyes that he didn't know. Not Quistis or Zell, neither held this luminance.
"I..." He was unable to finish, as the person pressed fingers against his lips.
"Just a moment..." The fingers left, replaced by the cooled tip of a flask. He was suddenly parched, yet training and the person allowed him to sip the water, when he wanted to gulp it.
"Now, let's try that again."
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A/N - Don't own anyone. Though I wish I did. I'm trying out a new style, so... plllllllease review. Even if you want to say you hate it. I really want to know what everyone thinks.