Premise:
1. Pick a character, fandom, or pairing.
2. Put your iPod on "shuffle." Press play and listen to five songs.
3. For whatever song is selected, write something for your selected character/fandom/pairing. You have until the song is over to finish. Do not go back and change. Then post.
The second entry in a five-part drabble series. This one was tough; out of the allotted five songs, my iPod coughed up only two songs with lyrics. Oof.
This set of five was very difficult for me. For some reason, Mewt is one of the hardest characters for me to get a handle on. Let me know which one of these five you like the best?
Either way, enjoy! Please drop me a review on your way out~!
Part 2: Mewt - Beloved Prince
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A Place We Should Return To (Invincible Mix)
-White Melodies of Final Fantasy Tactics Advance
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Mewt dreams about home sometimes, when the rest of the palace has gone to sleep. He dreams of an Ivalice made of snow and brick instead of sand and stone. They aren't all pleasant dreams. Sometimes he dreams of bullies, of hurled rocks and cruel laughter (none of which can hurt him here, not him), and sometimes of fathers reeking of cigarettes and cheap beer (not his father, not here, not now).
It all seems so far away.
But sometimes he dreams of a mother's loving arms, of warm fireplaces and warm hugs and warm, smiling faces.
This is how Mewt wants to remember the other Ivalice.
This is how he wants to remember home.
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"I saw God by the river
Panning for gold
I saw God by the river
Weary and old
He said; 'Son,
I used to know where I put things,
I used to know'"
—Ben Sollee, Panning For Gold
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When Mewt looks at his reflection, he isn't always sure who he sees.
When he first met Marche, he had thought that they had the same eyes: lost, a blue made clear and beautiful through sharp loss.
They were not the eyes of a child.
They looked just like Mewt's.
He knows now that he was wrong. Marche's eyes have changed since then. And he is not the only one.
Now, when he looks into the mirror, sometimes he sees blue. Sometimes, if he looks very carefully, he sees gold.
And when he does, he can't help but shudder.
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-Naruto, Raikiri (Thunder Break)
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The first assault came hard and fast. One moment he was walking through the market, the next he was on the ground, lungs squeezed of breath, a blade pressed to his throat. The tomatoes that the produce vendor had been showing him were still in the air. They hadn't even begun their descent to the ground.
I'm going to die, he thought dazedly, watching the tomatoes hover, then float gently toward the earth.
And then there was a flash of crimson, of gold, and the assailant was gone. The biskmatar—his biskmatar—stood over him, splattered with blood. Grasping his hand, the biskmatar hauled him to his feet.
"We're going home," the biskmatar said curtly as he pulled him through the crowd.
He could only nod in agreement.
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-Freeplay Music, Dark Dimensions Vol 2, Legion
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The halls are cold tonight. The prince shivers.
Below the balcony, the soldiers stretch out from side to side, far into the distance, as far as the eye can see. If he tried to pick one out from the rest, five minutes later, he would not be able to remember which. They are of different races and species, but their black uniforms are as dull and unremarkable as their faces.
One day, says the Queen, all of this will be yours.
He can't help but feel absurd—he thinks he may have seen something like this in The Lion King once—but as he looks out over the sleeping city, awash in black soldiers, the reality of it hits him.
Mine. All mine.
Someday.
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"There's a stirring in my heart
Unexplainable
There's a calling on my days
Undeniable, yeah
And there's a fire in my bones
Uncontainable
And it's causing me to burn
It's causing me to burn"
-Fee, Burn For You
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Mewt's hands tighten around the sword's hilt.
"Just like that," Marche says encouragingly. The older boy's hands help him steady his grip. "Slide your left hand down a bit. There, that's right. Now, I'm going to let go, so get ready."
The hands release the sword, and suddenly the weight of the weapon pulls his arms down. He wasn't expecting it to be so heavy. Mewt grips the sword resolutely and holds it out in front of him, the tip wavering slightly.
"Good." Marche brushes his hair back from his eyes. "That's what we need right now—a strong king to put this kingdom back together."
"I'm not strong," he hears himself say.
Marche looks at him and there is infinite wisdom in his eyes. "Yes, you are. Never let anyone tell you you're not. If there's anyone who can achieve the impossible, it's you."
As the sword tip steadies in the fading light, Mewt can almost believe it.
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