Disclaimer: No way.
Warnings: 3+4.
Notes: Inspired vaguely by FFIX. (Terra is cool) Very, VERY open ending....
Additional Notes: I like to think Quatre's eyes are blue.
Porcelain Promise Presents:
Blue
The sky was very beautiful.
It was Trowa's favorite thing to look at these days, one of the few things he remembered anymore. But it really wasn't so much the sky he remembered as it was the color. Sky blue. But not even the sky quite matched the color of his memories.
He still hadn't found anything to match exactly such a shade of blue. The sky was very close, but it lacked a certain feeling that was somewhere in the back of his mind, warm and dormant, that he knew belonged in association with that memory. Such a blue color as he sought provided a feeling of warmth and safety; here, he belonged; here, he was welcomed; here, he was wanted, while the sky only watched impassively as days went by, and it was becoming progressively clearer to him that this place he was now was NOT where he belonged.
Cathy of course often told him otherwise. Her reminders were frequent and gentle. "Trowa, this is your home here with us. We're your family, you KNOW that," she would say, and always smiled and tried to change the subject with random mundane things. Was anything wrong, and did he want a cookie? Maybe some soup?
No, of course not. He wasn't hungry, and anyways, her soup was horrible. A muscle in his lip twitched at the thought. As nice as Catherine was, someone ought to tell her that she should stop offering soup to people she liked. If she liked them, it would be a better idea to skip the soup as eating it was close to death.
So now he was looking up at the sky with a very incomplete feeling in his belly, drifting through bits of pieces of faintly recalled memories and finding the vibrant blue color was the most strong. This blue, was it his home? Could he really belong in such a beautiful place as he remembered this blue to be? He could never be sure. Every time he began to remember, he would grow so cold as the warm feeling drained away and suddenly he felt very betrayed and hurt. It was uncomfortable, so he tried to be content with the warm, safe feeling and not venture beyond. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind, however, that someday he would NOT be satisfied with what he had currently. Someday he knew he would search for his memory and leave this life behind. He didn't belong. Someday, he would find his blue and his home.
Finally tearing away from the sky, he was about to continue his daily routine when an unfamiliar voice called his name, and he turned to watch a slender blond figure come hurtling towards him. He squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger's eyes....
Warnings: 3+4.
Notes: Inspired vaguely by FFIX. (Terra is cool) Very, VERY open ending....
Additional Notes: I like to think Quatre's eyes are blue.
Porcelain Promise Presents:
Blue
The sky was very beautiful.
It was Trowa's favorite thing to look at these days, one of the few things he remembered anymore. But it really wasn't so much the sky he remembered as it was the color. Sky blue. But not even the sky quite matched the color of his memories.
He still hadn't found anything to match exactly such a shade of blue. The sky was very close, but it lacked a certain feeling that was somewhere in the back of his mind, warm and dormant, that he knew belonged in association with that memory. Such a blue color as he sought provided a feeling of warmth and safety; here, he belonged; here, he was welcomed; here, he was wanted, while the sky only watched impassively as days went by, and it was becoming progressively clearer to him that this place he was now was NOT where he belonged.
Cathy of course often told him otherwise. Her reminders were frequent and gentle. "Trowa, this is your home here with us. We're your family, you KNOW that," she would say, and always smiled and tried to change the subject with random mundane things. Was anything wrong, and did he want a cookie? Maybe some soup?
No, of course not. He wasn't hungry, and anyways, her soup was horrible. A muscle in his lip twitched at the thought. As nice as Catherine was, someone ought to tell her that she should stop offering soup to people she liked. If she liked them, it would be a better idea to skip the soup as eating it was close to death.
So now he was looking up at the sky with a very incomplete feeling in his belly, drifting through bits of pieces of faintly recalled memories and finding the vibrant blue color was the most strong. This blue, was it his home? Could he really belong in such a beautiful place as he remembered this blue to be? He could never be sure. Every time he began to remember, he would grow so cold as the warm feeling drained away and suddenly he felt very betrayed and hurt. It was uncomfortable, so he tried to be content with the warm, safe feeling and not venture beyond. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind, however, that someday he would NOT be satisfied with what he had currently. Someday he knew he would search for his memory and leave this life behind. He didn't belong. Someday, he would find his blue and his home.
Finally tearing away from the sky, he was about to continue his daily routine when an unfamiliar voice called his name, and he turned to watch a slender blond figure come hurtling towards him. He squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger's eyes....