You're Still There...
by ^death^ Himura
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy - The Spirits Within, does not belong to me. Etc. Just a dedication piece to Gray Edwards. I think the storyline was lovely, despite what many people say. After all, to each their own right?
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I can still feel him in my arms - warmth and solid, a sense of comfort and security. Loneliness, a verb trapped in the deep dark recesses of my mind.
I can still smell him - that unique scent that defines a man, a Man. Intoxicatingly musky, driving a certain chill that travels up like spidnly butter-fly kisses along my spine.
I can still hear him - the baritone voice of no-nonsense seriousness. Careful of letting his emotions colour the frequency of his voice, deep and husky in the early mornings after the rain has quenched the barren Earth of its thirst.
I can still see him, in my mind, in my dreams - unshaven, the rough edge of his whiskery stubble as he grazes my chin slightly in sleep. Deep sunken eyes of grey flecked with amber.
He lives on in me, within me, around me. And even so, I still miss him.
How can I not? When I had only managed to claw at him, the fate of our lives and future; he slips away like silken sands of the Sahara desert and eludes me with a sullen yet meaningful stare.
He sacrificed his life so that I may live...
So that the Earth could be saved...
So that the little one who sleeps soundly within my belly could live...
I miss you Gray Edwards, leader and captain of his men (and woman). Keeper of the heart I thought long frozen, saviour of the Earth from the disillusioned and misguided Phantoms.
I miss you still my dearest, but I can only join you after this last task is completed and done.
Welcoming our child, Annabelle Rossalyne Edwards, into our newfound world.
by ^death^ Himura
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy - The Spirits Within, does not belong to me. Etc. Just a dedication piece to Gray Edwards. I think the storyline was lovely, despite what many people say. After all, to each their own right?
***
I can still feel him in my arms - warmth and solid, a sense of comfort and security. Loneliness, a verb trapped in the deep dark recesses of my mind.
I can still smell him - that unique scent that defines a man, a Man. Intoxicatingly musky, driving a certain chill that travels up like spidnly butter-fly kisses along my spine.
I can still hear him - the baritone voice of no-nonsense seriousness. Careful of letting his emotions colour the frequency of his voice, deep and husky in the early mornings after the rain has quenched the barren Earth of its thirst.
I can still see him, in my mind, in my dreams - unshaven, the rough edge of his whiskery stubble as he grazes my chin slightly in sleep. Deep sunken eyes of grey flecked with amber.
He lives on in me, within me, around me. And even so, I still miss him.
How can I not? When I had only managed to claw at him, the fate of our lives and future; he slips away like silken sands of the Sahara desert and eludes me with a sullen yet meaningful stare.
He sacrificed his life so that I may live...
So that the Earth could be saved...
So that the little one who sleeps soundly within my belly could live...
I miss you Gray Edwards, leader and captain of his men (and woman). Keeper of the heart I thought long frozen, saviour of the Earth from the disillusioned and misguided Phantoms.
I miss you still my dearest, but I can only join you after this last task is completed and done.
Welcoming our child, Annabelle Rossalyne Edwards, into our newfound world.