Apologies for the long absence, but I'm back now. So is Flare Star, and
possibly some more Matinee any time soon, the minute the characters put the
words in my head you'll get them. Right now I'm just gonna sit down at my
PC and see what happens. So sorry ahead of time for the grammar and shit
like that, and I haven't actually completed FFIX so I'm guessing my ass
off. I mean, improvising. Ahem. Expect a lot of cheesiness because it's
very late and I have rubella so I'm not getting any.....anything!
Flare Star - Chapter II
Our future is written in tears and blood. Twinkling city lights sigh of fate and fury; the burden of the past will never be lifted. I observe, and slowly it kills me. Tonight Lady Freya's breath comes in shallow gasps beside her lord, Burmecia's finest knights embrace, an offering themselves upon the cool altar of a forgotten church. I do not look long, only a glance through a stone slit archery window, Fratley's words embalming the dusk air,
"I love you, my lady, and I always have", the satiated gentleman whispered over unbroken ribbons of soft splintered light, reluctant to raise his voice and wake himself from his euphoric dream. I knew that words could cause pain, but never like this. I am flayed by the harsh persecutions of this land sans my angel, and now the world taunts me with these wretched lovers, indulging in something I cannot feel. I must see my Queen.
* * * * *
"What do you want with me?! Why do you keep coming here?", she clutches her nightgown about slim shoulders, stray wisps of black hair bustling with new growth rain down on the white silk. You know what I want, darling. What we had.
"I just wanted to see you". It sounded just as stupid as I knew it would. As stupid as it had sounded last time, and the time before that.
"You no longer possess that privilege. Leave at once before I have you escorted out", she has regained her regal composure, although as I recall she can still call me a scumbag with the best of them. Why then did she join me on the balcony for another stolen second away from him.......surely she cannot-
"Leave my castle immediately!". Tears well up and barrel along her crisp, wind-chilled cheekbones, I know all I need to. The king will soon return from his patrol, as will the guards.
"Very well. Until next time, my love". I dared to kiss her tears away, so softly I barely thought she felt my touch until her hands began to reciprocate, combing my filthy hair with a lover's dexterity, "My lady". With that I had torn myself from the smell of jasmine and roses, the memories of a year spent with a virgin princess long since obliterated by a jealous monarch. I knew I would hear that mournful despairing cry all the way back to Treno.
A sharp click heralded the return of the king to his private chambers. He strutted about the boudoir, afloat on a crowd of self- adoration following a successful morning of maintaining the law.
"Why's the window open, Dagger?", he arches an eyebrow, already assured of the reply.
"Oh, no reason. Just Kuja again".
* * * * *
A little short, a little terrible, but first drafts are always shaky. In my case, earthquake tremors abound. Still, I will make this a long fic, based on how I think FFIX ended.
Kuja will never die.
Coronis
Flare Star - Chapter II
Our future is written in tears and blood. Twinkling city lights sigh of fate and fury; the burden of the past will never be lifted. I observe, and slowly it kills me. Tonight Lady Freya's breath comes in shallow gasps beside her lord, Burmecia's finest knights embrace, an offering themselves upon the cool altar of a forgotten church. I do not look long, only a glance through a stone slit archery window, Fratley's words embalming the dusk air,
"I love you, my lady, and I always have", the satiated gentleman whispered over unbroken ribbons of soft splintered light, reluctant to raise his voice and wake himself from his euphoric dream. I knew that words could cause pain, but never like this. I am flayed by the harsh persecutions of this land sans my angel, and now the world taunts me with these wretched lovers, indulging in something I cannot feel. I must see my Queen.
* * * * *
"What do you want with me?! Why do you keep coming here?", she clutches her nightgown about slim shoulders, stray wisps of black hair bustling with new growth rain down on the white silk. You know what I want, darling. What we had.
"I just wanted to see you". It sounded just as stupid as I knew it would. As stupid as it had sounded last time, and the time before that.
"You no longer possess that privilege. Leave at once before I have you escorted out", she has regained her regal composure, although as I recall she can still call me a scumbag with the best of them. Why then did she join me on the balcony for another stolen second away from him.......surely she cannot-
"Leave my castle immediately!". Tears well up and barrel along her crisp, wind-chilled cheekbones, I know all I need to. The king will soon return from his patrol, as will the guards.
"Very well. Until next time, my love". I dared to kiss her tears away, so softly I barely thought she felt my touch until her hands began to reciprocate, combing my filthy hair with a lover's dexterity, "My lady". With that I had torn myself from the smell of jasmine and roses, the memories of a year spent with a virgin princess long since obliterated by a jealous monarch. I knew I would hear that mournful despairing cry all the way back to Treno.
A sharp click heralded the return of the king to his private chambers. He strutted about the boudoir, afloat on a crowd of self- adoration following a successful morning of maintaining the law.
"Why's the window open, Dagger?", he arches an eyebrow, already assured of the reply.
"Oh, no reason. Just Kuja again".
* * * * *
A little short, a little terrible, but first drafts are always shaky. In my case, earthquake tremors abound. Still, I will make this a long fic, based on how I think FFIX ended.
Kuja will never die.
Coronis
