Song for a Swallow.
WARNING SPOILERS! (small one… but still I told you didn't I?)
This is a one-shot I decided to write because though Simca is a whore kinda…lol I think that she really just wants to ride and is a really sincere character she believes in Ikki, and despite her bitchyness, I like her anyway. So I wanted to show a bit of how I could imagine Simca thinks when she's alone and isn't thinking about all of the issues and problems with teams, and regalia etc. This takes place a little after the kansai arc. Thank you, and please review, constructive criticism is very much appreciated!
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I know this cannot remain forever… whenever I think of you.
A figure flew across rooftops, leaving almost nothing in her path. Cold wind blew on her face, turning it slightly red, and numb with speed. But yet she pressed on, for no reason in particular except to feel the thrill of flight. She felt the wind that she knew was high enough that it hasn't been touched by anyone else; no one except the birds that soar through it like a sword could cut through flesh. Like a secret lover, the wind wrapped and contorted to fit every curve of her body. Still, she flew on.
She was here yesterday-
A swallow passed by…
Where has she flown to now?
"I'm so small." She thought to herself as she stretched out in the infinite atmosphere, the grandness of everything spread out before her. It wasn't too long ago that her wings would flutter around her, But for what or rather, who she believed in she had cut them herself. In her mind anyway. There seemed almost nowhere even worth going.
"Simca!" A mans voice woke her up, last night had seemed like it went on forever when had she come home? 'I don't really remember…' The swallow looked up to see herself in Aeon's home. And he was now waking her from the doorway. "hello…" She replied sleepily, running her fingers through her now short hair. "are you ok? You came here last night, exhausted… what happened?" Sano (Aeon Clock) asked her. "hmm, nothing in particular, just flying around." He gave her a look she had been so different since the behemoth battle and even more peculiar since Ikki went up against Yoshitsune. "flying around huh?"
The wind takes her even higher,
On borrowed wings…
Can it even be called flight?
Later that day…
'Flying… It's so lightly used… because with AT's , you can fly right? And without wings, you fell to the ground. Flying…' the pink haired girl thought . 'Loving… It's the same thing… you'll do anything to fly, once you've done it once, you can't stop. It's said so nonchalantly, like… loving someone.' Sitting back in thought. She stared out of Aeon's window watching the clouds go by. Huddled up in a chair that was placed there, and stared before coming to a conclusion to herself. "For someone like me, the only thing that is truly possible to love is to fly. Any way I can…" 'I'm terrible truly being and being any way you can, aren't equal are they? Discovering Ikki… I think is making me think this now, honestly.' Lifting her hand swat away a strand of bright hair from her eyes. And smirked to herself.
I start to think…
Sometimes…
At the very edge of my mind…
"Will I ever be accepted by you?"
Thanks for reading!
Btw, I don't own Air gear, Oh! Great does.
And please make polite reviews! I'm sorry, - I love hearing what people have to say, just don't make me cry ok? Thank you!!