A/N: Really short little songfic-drabble-type of thing… Written while avoiding homework. Yeah, it's another after-NEXT type fic, but I couldn't help myself. It's done to the reprise of "I'm Not That Girl", from the musical Wicked. I've been stuck on musicals lately, and Wicked's my current favorite. So, I'm listening to the Broadway-cast recording right now, and the Reprise just ended and it hit me like two tons of straw. At this point in time, I inserted one of Gourry's overblown cries of SYLPHIEEEELL! Some wonky angsty-sadness or whatever. I dunno what to call it. You choose. Written quickly when I was in a wonky mood. Dunno how it looks, so...
Er... Aren't these disclaimers a bit pointless? Everyone knows we don't own Slayers... sigh
My rantings done, here's the goods:
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Through the intense aura of power focused on the broken stone pillar, her half-blinded eyes could make out a familiar glimpse of golden hair. It had pained her to watch him go where he could not follow, in his mad dash into the Sea of Chaos. Just moments before, she had thought him gone forever… And now hope had flared inside her faintly. Her eyes began to water, the after-effect of the immense power finally fading, but she could see him. She could see him start to take form, and no doubt Amelia and Zelgadis behind her saw the same thing. Gourry-dear and…?
Don't wish; don't start.
Wishing only wounds the heart.
Breath caught in her throat and something gripped her heart. The mane of red hair was unmistakable, and its owner was being held protectively by the now existent Gourry. By some twist of miracle or fate, they had survived. Not even really wanting to know how they had managed to be standing up there on that stone, Sylphiel didn't even want to begin to guess how Lina was alive (presumably, anyways. They were both standing very still). According to Xellos and the Golden Lord inhabiting Lina's body temporarily, the sorceress had been consumed. Dead, by anyone's standards.
There's a girl I know
They began to stir. Gourry's protective hold seemed very reluctant to let go at first. However, Lina's half-panicked, incredulous voice broke the eerie, stunned silence that had swept over them all.
He loves her so…
At this point, Sylphiel could have done many things. But she knew what was right. Life's jigsaw puzzle could only be put together in one way. With that knowledge now accepted (though there was a thread of quiet bittersweet-ness to it) the white-magic sorceress smiled genuinely up at the pair just before a suddenly conscious and very flustered Lina sent Gourry flying into the water. Gourry-dear needed someone fiery like Lina, and likewise, Lina needed Gourry's placidity for balance. Their pieces fit quite nicely together.
But hers belonged to an undefined elsewhere.
I'm not that girl.