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Final Fantasy XIII; Rated E10+; "Through Yonder Town"
Title: Through Yonder Town
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy XIII; Fang/Vanille
Rating: ESRB Rating of E10+ for Everyone 10+
Summary: The last sunrise she'll ever watch over an ocean she never thought she'd see.
Notes: Fragment that wanted to be in "These Graces That Hold Me" but doesn't fit. I don't much think it works, but I'll leave it up here, regardless, because it's a nice little flashfic and it deserves to be read by somebody.
Cocoon has changed; Cocoon hasn't changed. The colors of the things that fly through its sky are brighter; their lines, sleeker—but they're still flying.
Vanille's hand is warm on her arm as they watch Cocoon's sun fal'Cie light up a beach, and a town, and perhaps a world. Four mornings watching this ocean and trying to remember--that's four too many, she thinks.
She watches blue-green waves turned burgundy by a pink dawn lap against a golden beach and stays silent. Even from this high up, she can see the white of the waves's foam as the saltwater meets the sea sand. It's a little hard to wrap her mind around, that such a pretty place could be the vipers' nest other Pulsians have claimed.
Still, she thinks. They're here, and Vanille's time will run out if she doesn't remember soon.
"I think I have a plan," she says. "We'll strike the nearest fal'Cie. I'll have to remember something."
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy XIII; Fang/Vanille
Rating: ESRB Rating of E10+ for Everyone 10+
Summary: The last sunrise she'll ever watch over an ocean she never thought she'd see.
Notes: Fragment that wanted to be in "These Graces That Hold Me" but doesn't fit. I don't much think it works, but I'll leave it up here, regardless, because it's a nice little flashfic and it deserves to be read by somebody.
Cocoon has changed; Cocoon hasn't changed. The colors of the things that fly through its sky are brighter; their lines, sleeker—but they're still flying.
Vanille's hand is warm on her arm as they watch Cocoon's sun fal'Cie light up a beach, and a town, and perhaps a world. Four mornings watching this ocean and trying to remember--that's four too many, she thinks.
She watches blue-green waves turned burgundy by a pink dawn lap against a golden beach and stays silent. Even from this high up, she can see the white of the waves's foam as the saltwater meets the sea sand. It's a little hard to wrap her mind around, that such a pretty place could be the vipers' nest other Pulsians have claimed.
Still, she thinks. They're here, and Vanille's time will run out if she doesn't remember soon.
"I think I have a plan," she says. "We'll strike the nearest fal'Cie. I'll have to remember something."