Note: This takes place in a MODERN AU setting for Fiora & Syndra!
"It's been a long time since I have dreamed of anything…"
The platinum strands twirled around her form as the wind picked up, the leaves of the nearby cherry blossom tree that were not strong enough to hold onto their branches fluttered along the cool breeze as they fell. Circling the woman that was once below them and intertwining with the platinum of her hair, creating a beautiful symphony of color in the wind as the sun set behind her. It left a picturesque image for one to behold, but only one person would be there to appreciate such beauty.
Aquamarine hues bore into the vision from behind the blonde's back, appreciating the sight before she would move in; hoping to catch her lover by surprise. Unfortunately, the times where Fiora could catch Syndra off guard were rare and few. It was no surprise when she turned her head, and greeted Fiora with a warm grin. "愛するバラ, you are late…" Syndra scolded, holding her hand out to be willfully taken by Fiora's own.
Pressing her lips against the porcelain skin, soft like silk, the taller of the two grinned down at her. "Apologies, mon amour." Fiora replied sincerely, not bothering to explain herself. Syndra knew well now that if Fiora was late to be in the other's company, it was not of her own wishes. The days where Fiora would choose to do something else besides be by Syndra's side were rare and few, she did not wish to have anything happen to Syndra again. Not after last time.
"I'll forgive you, this time." Syndra teased as Fiora sat next to her, the dark haired woman offering her coat to the other. "It is quite cold." She stated as her acceptance of the offer, curling into the fabric that Fiora placed around her. A low hum emitted from her throat as the two fell into peaceful silence, there was not much to talk about and Fiora did not like interrupting Syndra when she was in thought.
Well, sometimes.
"Syndra." Her crimson bang fluttered in the wind as she spoke out, covering most of her vision for a brief moment before she turned her head and the wind repositioned her hair to obscure her vision less. "You and I…." A slender finger fell upon those of thin pink lips, hushing Fiora from speaking further. There was a brief pause in this action, allowing Syndra time to think.
"Sometimes." She began, the wind blowing fiercely against the two. But neither seemed to budge. "In the winds of change, we find new direction." Syndra stated simply, the wind blowing against them as if to insinuate her point. "However." She paused once again, leaning her head on Fiora's shoulder as lavender peered up and captured that of azure. "I hope that whatever direction it takes, at the end I will still find you."
A sharp intake of air, and Fiora would nod to the other. The dark haired woman shifting to curl her arm around Syndra's form, and slowly leaned down to hover just above rosy lips.
"Boss."
"What?"
"Boss!"
Abruptly, she awoke to the face of Fiora being replaced by that of Lam and Wolfrick. They stared down upon her with concern, worried she had passed out upon the couch and was victim to another night terror. "Another nightmare?" Lam questioned softly, reaching a hand outward only to be pushed away as Syndra stood herself.
"I'm fine." She stated simply, a normal response when she was awoken so abruptly from her sleep but this time it was not a lie. The two stared at each other awkwardly, but accepted the reply as their boss left the room. What was with her? She never acted like that after she slept, she almost seemed… Happy? How strange.
"It has been so long since I have not been plagued by nightmares." She murmured to herself as her heels clicked down the hallways, the main art pieces beginning to blend together as she walked. Arriving in her quarters she would sit upon her bed, to slumber at one's desk is rather unconventional after all. "Perhaps I should… Sleep, more often." The words fell into the silence as she lay her head upon her pillow and curled herself softly into the fine fabrics of her bed.
For once in a long time, she willfully gave herself into her tired state.
Anything to revisit what once was hers, if only in a dream.
