Title: The Sacred and the Profane
Author: Jaded
Email: jaded_platinum_wingly@yahoo.com
Website: www.geocities.com/jaded_platinum_wingly/homedragonswings.html
Rated: R for angst, a bit off romance - nothing too serious, and I like
blood
Type: WIP ( Work In Progress)
Pairings: Lloyd x Wink
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jaded here. Well. . . This is probably my first actual fic that I am dedicating very much of my time too so please review and tell me what you think. I hope it's not too horribly bad. Just a little Lloyd x Wink pairing with some major complications. This is the prologue for it. If you like it review me and I'll add some more. ^ ^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~
" . . .Once upon a time. . ."
The voice was like liquid silk - flowing and beautiful like the sound of music ever entertwined in a perfect harmony. It was neither male nor female. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. Like something one longs to know about with a ferocious passion. . . but also fears deeply to the fibers of their being of what must be heard.
Lloyd moaned softly.
He could smell roses. Roses. . . The scent was thick and lingering - invading his nostrils with such sweet intensity that he wished for the aroma to vanish - despite the fact the Wingly admired roses greatly. Such beautiful and deadly flowers they were. . .
The platinum haired man thought of Rose. . . The infamous Dark Dragoon and Black Monster herself. She had been exactly like a rose. Ethereal yet with a own deadly mystique that lured many unfortunate people into it's trap.
"Lloyd."
His scarlet gaze snapped wide open at the female voice that seemed to have whispers of all eternity threading in and out of it. He could see the vague silhouette of a woman in the distance. Normally, upon waking in a strange place with strange people, Lloyd would have drawn the Dragon Buster. . . But he did not feel threatened by this presence. And even so, he had given it to Rose before he. . .
Then the memories of everything from the Divine Moon Objects to the God of Destruction to his violent death on the Moon hit him like a tsunami - literally forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. Oh Dear Soa. . .
He was dead.
He sat up slightly - not paying the slightest attention now to the mysterious figure before him - and he placed a strong hand across his chest. There was no blood. There was no bandages. Just a nasty white scar - which was odd for him, considering he never did scar very easily - that stung slightly as a partner with the harsh memories.
"Dear One. . . Be calm and rest peacefully. Please listen to what I have to tell you."
Lloyd's crimson gazed narrowed thoughtfully. Her tone was now serious and grave - as if telling one of a great trouble or death.
" . . . Who are you?"
She smiled pleasantly. It was a beautiful thing . . . as ancient and as wise as the beginning of Endiness itself.
" I am Soa. The Divine Creator."
Questions instantly began forcing their way to his mouth, but the woman merely walked up to him and placed one hand gently over his mouth. Her skin was like silk and satin. She leaned close enough to him to where the Wingly could see the universe swirling in her eyes.
" . . . You may ask questions later. Now listen to me. Endiness is about to be befallen by a great evil. I need your help."
He held his tongue expectantly - waiting for her to continue. He really so no reason of way the Dragoons could not have simply solved the matter Soa seemed so deeply troubled about. But he was not arrogant. He waited with a fierce blood red gaze.
"The God of Destruction is back."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well. . . I know it's short and a bit blurry - my apoligies - but thing's will clear our slowly. It's supposed to be a mystery, after all. Well, if you think you want more, please do review and thank you if you do. ~ Jaded ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Disclaimer I do not own Legend of Dragoon. It belongs rightfully to Sony.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jaded here. Well. . . This is probably my first actual fic that I am dedicating very much of my time too so please review and tell me what you think. I hope it's not too horribly bad. Just a little Lloyd x Wink pairing with some major complications. This is the prologue for it. If you like it review me and I'll add some more. ^ ^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~
" . . .Once upon a time. . ."
The voice was like liquid silk - flowing and beautiful like the sound of music ever entertwined in a perfect harmony. It was neither male nor female. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. Like something one longs to know about with a ferocious passion. . . but also fears deeply to the fibers of their being of what must be heard.
Lloyd moaned softly.
He could smell roses. Roses. . . The scent was thick and lingering - invading his nostrils with such sweet intensity that he wished for the aroma to vanish - despite the fact the Wingly admired roses greatly. Such beautiful and deadly flowers they were. . .
The platinum haired man thought of Rose. . . The infamous Dark Dragoon and Black Monster herself. She had been exactly like a rose. Ethereal yet with a own deadly mystique that lured many unfortunate people into it's trap.
"Lloyd."
His scarlet gaze snapped wide open at the female voice that seemed to have whispers of all eternity threading in and out of it. He could see the vague silhouette of a woman in the distance. Normally, upon waking in a strange place with strange people, Lloyd would have drawn the Dragon Buster. . . But he did not feel threatened by this presence. And even so, he had given it to Rose before he. . .
Then the memories of everything from the Divine Moon Objects to the God of Destruction to his violent death on the Moon hit him like a tsunami - literally forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. Oh Dear Soa. . .
He was dead.
He sat up slightly - not paying the slightest attention now to the mysterious figure before him - and he placed a strong hand across his chest. There was no blood. There was no bandages. Just a nasty white scar - which was odd for him, considering he never did scar very easily - that stung slightly as a partner with the harsh memories.
"Dear One. . . Be calm and rest peacefully. Please listen to what I have to tell you."
Lloyd's crimson gazed narrowed thoughtfully. Her tone was now serious and grave - as if telling one of a great trouble or death.
" . . . Who are you?"
She smiled pleasantly. It was a beautiful thing . . . as ancient and as wise as the beginning of Endiness itself.
" I am Soa. The Divine Creator."
Questions instantly began forcing their way to his mouth, but the woman merely walked up to him and placed one hand gently over his mouth. Her skin was like silk and satin. She leaned close enough to him to where the Wingly could see the universe swirling in her eyes.
" . . . You may ask questions later. Now listen to me. Endiness is about to be befallen by a great evil. I need your help."
He held his tongue expectantly - waiting for her to continue. He really so no reason of way the Dragoons could not have simply solved the matter Soa seemed so deeply troubled about. But he was not arrogant. He waited with a fierce blood red gaze.
"The God of Destruction is back."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well. . . I know it's short and a bit blurry - my apoligies - but thing's will clear our slowly. It's supposed to be a mystery, after all. Well, if you think you want more, please do review and thank you if you do. ~ Jaded ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Disclaimer I do not own Legend of Dragoon. It belongs rightfully to Sony.