A Dream of You
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Maybe this is all I have left… a dream of home…
A dream of you…
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It was all washed away with hate, lust and the glaring darkness of her eyes. All the pain that had been mine for so many years disappeared with her touch, soft, caressing and evil. I was drawn in, into the surreal landscape, into the fakeness of her dream. I watched countless die by my hand. I felt the beat of their heart slow through the grip of Hyperion and it was like a whole other world. I wasn't even there… I was looking out through the eyes of an imposter, someone who had taken hold of my body, holding hostage… my soul.
With the thought that if he, this demon was to leave me in the middle of chaos… I would be standing, bared for all to see. The side of me that wouldn't be able to shove my sword through innocent hearts, the side of me that couldn't kill. I would be the sheep in the lion's den and I would be killed, killed for my weakness.
So I let this evil stay housed inside my heart, growing and slowly taking over. Then with a flash of lightning, rustle of distant wings, and the clatter of a sword… It was over. Darkness embraced me…
But fate had other plans…
Memories whisked through my mind, painful reminders of all I had lost. Memories of sitting on the shore, watching the waves lap at my toes, walking through field of wildflower, running, tumbling…
Flowers snapping and bending at the push of my body against their tiny stems, as I fall laughing, staring into the sky. I would never laugh like that again.
Through all these images, one I remember vividly was… her…
A picturesque image of a beautiful blonde child, framed by endless sky and flowers.
That was all I would ever have again… my dreams… so distance and tainted by bloodied hands. But…
My own…
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Seifer opened his eyes, staring out at the distance field. He wouldn't deny that as a child he had been so much in love with the blonde. A childish crush. One that would be broken and ripped by her hands when he himself joined the Garden. She stared at him, stared through him… but didn't recognize him.
Perhaps that's why he tortured her…
He wanted her to suffer just like he had.
He wanted her to hurt.
And he was even more pained when he saw that she worshiped Squall. He was the best at everything… Seifer could still hear her now…
"Really, Seifer, you should try to be more like Squall…"
"If Squall can do it… why can't you?"
Fuck Squall!!
For once, why couldn't she notice him??
So, when the Sorceress offered him the world… he took it.
And he became a Knight…
See how long that lasted…
Now here he is, wasted and washed up.
Worthless and tattered.
He had been used… body and soul…
And the only thing he had left… was the dream off home…
And of you…
My blue-eyed angel…