Whispers From The Wind
by Daph
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person.
Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time?
Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion
the body and the spirit seek expression outside
of self. Passion is all that is other from self.
The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is,
the more unbearable does life seem without it.
It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied,
we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.
~ John Boorman ~
She didn't undertand. Running as fast as her legs could take her, despite the oppressive white dress, she frantically searched her mind for the answers that did not yet exist. One word was etched into her mind: escape. She pulled the black hood of her cloak over her silver-framed face. Droplets of rain fell, feeling like bullets to Fujin. They dripped warmly down her cheeks, as her mind was assaulted with accusations. 'Coward. Fool. You can't escape Destiny!' The voice in her head was not her own. It sounded a lot like... She dismissed her thinking. She agreed with the voice on some level though; the stolid warrior was never one to let her emotions gain control of her rational train of thought. Where was she going anyways? Those... people would still hunt her. As would her own posse, of that she was sure. If she had learnt anything from Seifer, it was that nobody ever left him without a price. She hurried her pace, the wind aiding her flight.
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Seifer grinned as he sped out of the Balamb Car Rentals. The attendant was flailing his arms around yelling for all he was worth and it was just, well, hilarious. "Ya know, Seif, maybe we shouldn't have done that.What if we get caught, ya know?" Seifer sighed, looking at the large man crammed into the back seat. "You don't want to leave Fujin all alone in the rain, do you?" Bull's eye. Raijin stopped complaining, instead worrying about his pal, Fuj. He fiddled with the supplies now, and started reading a Pet Pals magazine. The blond smirked; he still had that certain flair for manipulating people. He knew that the albino couldn't have gone far, by foot no less. He put his foot down on the accelerator. The sooner he got to her, the better. She did make him mad after all... Besides, she'd realize her dire need for him once she got over that stubbornness of hers. He wondered where she could run off too...Balamb was not a large island after all. ' If I were Fujin, where would I go to escape my handsome and utterly irresistable posse leader and an entire group of people after my hide...' He knew exactly were she would go, it was too predictable. The only problem was trying to get in Garden.
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Fujin was thoroughly soaked with rain, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Since when was Balamb Garden so...far? She had to keep going. She was a survior after all. A survivor gifted with sorcery. 'Or cursed', she thought. It was tempting to stop and welcome the sweet embrace of darkness like she would a lover. She was so very exhausted, having used spells to reach her destination faster. "FLOAT!" she whispered softly, as she felt wings flutter behind her back. The petite woman used every last ounce of her strength to get up to the platform that was the entry to Garden, collapsing from the cold and restlessness that plagued her.
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Ok, that's it!I've made a comeback everybody *cheers* Been plagued with studies myself, but I'M BAAACK! Please send me words of encouragement, and would love to get comments from fellow saifuu! members. And yay, I'm finally officially a member! ~Daph