Gem: Random and cute Zidane x Dagger oneshot. If I owned FFIX, you can bet I wouldn't be writing stuff like this.
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Dagger watched her eldest child twirl around with the newest addition to their family. Her father had done something similar once long ago. Long ago when her father was alive and her mother was sane.
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure
I was loved
He would spin her around in circles and carry her upstairs. He didn't allow the servants to tuck her into bed. She made sure that she did the same thing for her children and watched the tradition get passed down through the generations.
If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again
When she was old enough to actually dance with him, she would dance by standing on his feet. She missed it which was why she always had danced with her children. It had made quite a few nobles stare or sniff disdainfully. She didn't care.
Ooh, ooh
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
She remembered running to her father demanding that what was just said wasn't fair. He would tell her silly stories until her sides split. He would also explain her mother's reasoning. Her children were very much the same.
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me
He left her money even though she did receive an allowance. She had never expected him to die when he did.
If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love to dance with my father
again
She had wanted to dance with him on the day of her wedding. She never got that chance. She wanted that for her children, and they got it.
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear her, mama cryin' for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
She knew that she had suffered after he died. But her mother had suffered more because by then, her mother had lost her first and only child and her husband. She remembered praying for her mother to find love and happiness again. A hand on her shoulder broke her out of her musings.
"Dance with me?"
I know I'm prayin' for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved
I know You don't do it usually
But Lord, she's dyin' to dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream
Not the most polite form of asking but charming just the same. He twirled her out onto the floor and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder. Her children were lucky; they had gotten to dance with their father. They would be able to do it one last time unlike her. Maybe her mother was somewhere better dancing with her father again.