The Golden Sun One-Shot Panoply
By: The list last chapter plus Kyarorain and DE (sorry guys!)
P/N: This chapter…well, my apologies again to DE, but it came without a title, so I had to improvise. Terribly sorry, DE—I hope it's to your liking.
Second, I know this is a bit short, and it's…well…an interesting couple…but it's worth it. Trust me.
Thousands of thanks to all the reviewers! And more apologies for the italics problem.
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Out of Reach
By: Dragon Empress
When he first came to the mainland, he had fallen in love with the stars…It was strange too, because back in Lemuria he hadn't cared for them at all. They had been so far away back then, as cold as the moon and as far removed as Heaven.
But here they seemed so close. So close that sometimes, when he lay on his back and raised a sea-roughened hand to the black night sky, it was as if he could hold a part of the universe and keep it for himself.
All these things that are out of reach…
It was a bad habit of his, reaching for the unreachable. The stars were one thing, but she was another.
He liked to think that he loved her, though in the hundreds of years he had lived, nothing had ever felt like this.
Sprit of ice, though her hands were never cold…And they were a strange and familiar companionship, created in the ice and the snow. They were nothing really, but to him it was everything.
Close enough to Heaven, if he stood upon the mountains…
But despite it all he knew she wasn't really his. They were friends instead of lovers, because her heart had always really belonged to another, and her mind was left behind someplace where it was always cold.
But still, he sometimes wondered why it hadn't seemed so obvious before.
Because he was blind and she was blind, and together somehow they saw the world in technicolour grey…
But perhaps if they pretended, they could forget that they were blind, and be happy just to reach for the stars. Because they were still closer than in Lemuria, he found.
And they would just talk for a while. Or, he talked and she listened. She always liked to listen to him.
"Sometimes, I'm still so dazzled by the stars."
"Really?"
"Yes. Don't you think they're just amazing?"
"Of course."
And then he would smile gently and take her hand, and it would turn her cold again.
"Picard…you know I can't love you, don't you?"
"Yes, Mia, I know."
And that was how it was. Because they were friends instead of lovers, and they were still both so blind.
All these things that are out of reach…
