Drama-tic
My Star Ocean Fanfic Disclaimer: Things I will clarify for Star Ocean 2 and/or Blue Sphere and/or EX: I was raised with the PS1 version, so names and any dialogue will be taken from that version (save for the names of the Ten Wise Men, which I prefer their original Japanese names that were later used in the PSP remake). Things to clarify for Star Ocean 1: I am used to the SNES emulated version, so I'm sorry if I tend to jump between translations for things. Again, I much prefer the Japanese naming conventions here.
Things to clarify for Star Ocean 4: None, except my love for Sera and "Stab the Sword of Justice"'s remix...
3 is so completely awful that I refuse to awknowledge it anywhere outside this sentence.
Summary: Opera and Dias share a moment in Giveaway. Implied feelings of OperaxLeon, DiasxCecille
"Why does he insist on stopping in such a cold wasteland?" Dias mumbled, huddled next to the fire of the Inn. Opera wasn't too far away, reading (romance novel of Leon).
"You know Claude. It's like he's controlled by some mysterious force when he goes off on these tangents," Opera chuckled.
"Mn," Dias agreed quietly, turning back to the fire. After a minute of only the crackling fire accompanying them, Dias started to think. This Opera woman was very level-headed and not the kind to flaunt like the immature Celine or the kind to gossip with worry like Rena. He could say what he needed to say, especially because this woman wasn't effected, and so every move was safe and calculated, despite Dias being the most risky of them all in battle. "...it is difficult."
Opera didn't look up from the book, but she made a noise indicating she heard him.
"Watching their faces become as cold as mine. Claude, losing his father. Rena, her mother. You, your boyfriend. Celine and that Prince. Death surrounds us."
"I didn't like Ernest much anyway... there was actually someone else I had hoped to love, but he was lost at sea..." Opera mused, thinking of the young blue-haired boy. She wasn't sure what had drawn herself to him at all, but she knew she must have felt something, even if just a mother's love for a small child, because he stood out in her memory.
"The fellpool," Dias was smirking, but he was facing the fire. "Yes, I saw how he looked at you, too. Most men wish to attain that beyond their level, always. Even I..."
"...you talk about us because we've lost something, but Dias dear, you've seen more death than any of us. You've lost family and that is..." Opera struggled to find the words.
"Terrible?"
"Yes."
"I've lost more than a sister," Dias replied. "No one will ever understand that. The bright side is, now, no one could ever take her from me. However... I'm beginning to realize no one can replace her, either. So, here, I wander, alone."
"Don't be so dramatic, Dias," Opera chuckled.
"I wish I wasn't," he breathed, and then headed past her and up the stairs.