CONCERTO
Summary: Seymour cages a songbird. Oneshot.
She hummed softly that night and her voice melted with the air, warm and damp. Seymour watched longingly and listened to her hum. She was like a songbird, a caged songbird. His songbird. He moved and went to her, his long Guado fingers wrapping around her wrist. He tugged and her humming ceased, her little symphony interrupted and replaced with wide, fearful eyes. She fell silent.
"Sing, Lady Yuna..." he said. She was fascinated and frightened; his voice was so gentle yet demanding.
With some hesitation and his assurance, she complied with a low hum, which built into a soft sequence of notes, pleasing to his ear. He pulled his songbird close and she hummed, hummed into his chest and gathered fistfuls of his robe. The lovers swayed gently, side-to-side, to her humming and to his lead.
She hummed, they danced, he closed his eyes and together they drifted into the gray.
Zanarkand and Bevelle, black and white, good and evil. Two ancient entities danced together before their vows.