....funny, that the recollections hurt.
Ezel shook his head as he shuffled to the low weathered desk that served as shopfront to the lawbound, smoky muzzle curved in a wry smile. There would be far more after this was over. Best wait to contemplate a complete set.
An encouraging cluck of his tongue to the candle at the corner and flame danced merrily to life in time, pulling the darkened chamber in step with a jigging glow. A few letters to a few contacts, and he would open eyes and ears across Ivalice....discover what new chaos he's made the Palace. For once, he would be surprised along with them. The smile quirked to another smirk, then a broad white grin as he set quill to parchment.
Since fate is far too melodramatic, no choice but to let The Brilliant Ezel write a happy ending for all.
He chuckled softly at the joke. Babus always had trouble with those....especially when he chose to love one.
Funny, that the recollections hurt....but not past understanding. Didn't have to be brilliant, either.
Even if I am not your happy ending....you will always be mine.
* * *
The light penetrated Ian's eyelids. He could even see it past the deep sleep he was currently nestled in. However, it persisted, to the point that he finally opened his eyes to see just who the jerk with the flashlight was. What met his eyes was a completely different thing. Dense, dark-leaved brush surrounded him, and the paler ivy twining about it chased the full late-night moon along a high wall of stone and stained glass. That moonlight was filtered across his face by the cooling shade of a high tree, and he realized then his head rested among its snaking roots. A warmish wind blew over him as he lay in soft grass.
His first instinct was to ask himself, aloud, just what in heaven's name was going on here. But, he suddenly closed his mouth and went dead silent. Something familiar caught his eye, standing at the front of the castle doors - Bangaa. There were BANGAA on patrol, guarding the door!
'No way…!' Ian thought, his mind flooded with panic and confusion. What the hell were Bangaa doing here?? Weren't they in…? Oh, wait… He chuckled softly, 'Nah, no way… this isn't real. I was thinking about Final Fantasy TA when I drifted off to sleep and I got a dream out of it. Heh.'
Suddenly, he heard a loud creak and ducked slightly as he peered toward the opening doors. His eyes widened again. A small creature, wearing a collar, and a white robe, with a reddish tail padded out, and spoke something to the Bangaa. He was a Nu Mou! Not just any Nu Mou - Babus Swain! Impossible! No! As the two Bangaa moved away, there stood a human boy, dressed very elegantly, with an… odd haircut. Mewt Randell. …No, that was PRINCE Mewt Randell. The Prince of all of… Ivalice.
"My Prince... when you are ready to speak, I am ready to listen." He heard the Nu Mou say. Ian tensed. He heard those words, clear as day. What were they talking about? Mewt didn't reply… at least not right away. He stepped away from Babus and clutched at his arms. For a moment, he shuddered, as if about to cry. Babus reached up and gripped his arm gently. Ian winced. That's right. Mewt's mother… but he wasn't supposed to know that.
"My Prince... is there no one you can share this burden with...?" Babus' voice returned when Mewt did not answer. Ian's mind tried to focus. Mewt. Babus. Bangaa. Ivalice. Somehow, he was in Ivalice, and this was NOT a dream. How did it happen? How could this have POSSIBLY happened?
"...It isn't important, Babus. Really. Just...thank you...for being here for me. That's all I need." Mewt's voice penetrated the silence left behind by Babus' last words. The words spoken still went through Ian's mind as he tried to think. How did he get here? How did Mewt get here? …the same way?
'The Grimoire?' he thought, '…that book that… Mewt bought…' his gaze lifted again to Babus and Mewt, some distance away, in that starry courtyard. He frowned slightly. Did… Mewt bring him here? He thought it impossible… but then… Mewt WAS the only one who had that book, right? …There was some explaining to do, then. Ian slowly rose from his hiding spot. This was the time of truth. Mewt had the answers he wanted and he would get them. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Excuse me…"
Ezel shook his head as he shuffled to the low weathered desk that served as shopfront to the lawbound, smoky muzzle curved in a wry smile. There would be far more after this was over. Best wait to contemplate a complete set.
An encouraging cluck of his tongue to the candle at the corner and flame danced merrily to life in time, pulling the darkened chamber in step with a jigging glow. A few letters to a few contacts, and he would open eyes and ears across Ivalice....discover what new chaos he's made the Palace. For once, he would be surprised along with them. The smile quirked to another smirk, then a broad white grin as he set quill to parchment.
Since fate is far too melodramatic, no choice but to let The Brilliant Ezel write a happy ending for all.
He chuckled softly at the joke. Babus always had trouble with those....especially when he chose to love one.
Funny, that the recollections hurt....but not past understanding. Didn't have to be brilliant, either.
Even if I am not your happy ending....you will always be mine.
* * *
The light penetrated Ian's eyelids. He could even see it past the deep sleep he was currently nestled in. However, it persisted, to the point that he finally opened his eyes to see just who the jerk with the flashlight was. What met his eyes was a completely different thing. Dense, dark-leaved brush surrounded him, and the paler ivy twining about it chased the full late-night moon along a high wall of stone and stained glass. That moonlight was filtered across his face by the cooling shade of a high tree, and he realized then his head rested among its snaking roots. A warmish wind blew over him as he lay in soft grass.
His first instinct was to ask himself, aloud, just what in heaven's name was going on here. But, he suddenly closed his mouth and went dead silent. Something familiar caught his eye, standing at the front of the castle doors - Bangaa. There were BANGAA on patrol, guarding the door!
'No way…!' Ian thought, his mind flooded with panic and confusion. What the hell were Bangaa doing here?? Weren't they in…? Oh, wait… He chuckled softly, 'Nah, no way… this isn't real. I was thinking about Final Fantasy TA when I drifted off to sleep and I got a dream out of it. Heh.'
Suddenly, he heard a loud creak and ducked slightly as he peered toward the opening doors. His eyes widened again. A small creature, wearing a collar, and a white robe, with a reddish tail padded out, and spoke something to the Bangaa. He was a Nu Mou! Not just any Nu Mou - Babus Swain! Impossible! No! As the two Bangaa moved away, there stood a human boy, dressed very elegantly, with an… odd haircut. Mewt Randell. …No, that was PRINCE Mewt Randell. The Prince of all of… Ivalice.
"My Prince... when you are ready to speak, I am ready to listen." He heard the Nu Mou say. Ian tensed. He heard those words, clear as day. What were they talking about? Mewt didn't reply… at least not right away. He stepped away from Babus and clutched at his arms. For a moment, he shuddered, as if about to cry. Babus reached up and gripped his arm gently. Ian winced. That's right. Mewt's mother… but he wasn't supposed to know that.
"My Prince... is there no one you can share this burden with...?" Babus' voice returned when Mewt did not answer. Ian's mind tried to focus. Mewt. Babus. Bangaa. Ivalice. Somehow, he was in Ivalice, and this was NOT a dream. How did it happen? How could this have POSSIBLY happened?
"...It isn't important, Babus. Really. Just...thank you...for being here for me. That's all I need." Mewt's voice penetrated the silence left behind by Babus' last words. The words spoken still went through Ian's mind as he tried to think. How did he get here? How did Mewt get here? …the same way?
'The Grimoire?' he thought, '…that book that… Mewt bought…' his gaze lifted again to Babus and Mewt, some distance away, in that starry courtyard. He frowned slightly. Did… Mewt bring him here? He thought it impossible… but then… Mewt WAS the only one who had that book, right? …There was some explaining to do, then. Ian slowly rose from his hiding spot. This was the time of truth. Mewt had the answers he wanted and he would get them. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, "Excuse me…"