Post by Lex on Aug 1, 2007 1:47:19 GMT -5
Okay... I read "Where Are You Now?" and I've got to admit, it pulled at my heartstrings a little. Or maybe it just pulled at Zackie's. XD I know Bun doesn't really RP here any more, so she'll prolly never read this, but heck, I was inspired, so I wrote.
If there could be any sort of response to, "Where Are You Now?" this would be it.
Zacke pulled the cardkey from the pocket of his jacket and slid it into the automatic lock on his hotel room door. The light blinked red a few times, and then finally went solid green. He turned the knob and stepped inside.
He sighed quietly and slipped his jacket from his shoulders, dropping it carelessly onto the bed as he approached. They had just retrieved the Shumi scroll from Dobe. As far as he knew, the rest of the group had retired as well, each to their own rooms.
Well, probably not Reese and Stardust… he smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling the laces of his boots loose. He pulled one boot off and dropped it to the floor, and then the other.
He paused at the sight of his reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall directly across from him. His hair was slightly disheveled; it had been subject to the temperamental ocean winds all day long. He could see the dark circles underneath his eyes, even under this dimly glowing hotel lamp. He swallowed and rocked forward a bit, the weight of everything his life had become settling around his shoulders.
Man, I can’t remember the last time I felt this… worn out.
He put his hands behind his head and allowed himself to fall backwards until his back lowered onto the mattress. He stared up at the ceiling.
Suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of music. But not just any kind of music--classical music. Ballroom music. He sat up slowly, frowning a bit and looking toward the window. Why would anyone be playing classical music, in the streets, at almost midnight? He planted his feet on the ground and stood, going to approach the window.
As he crossed over the carpet, the music began strangely fading away. He slowed and frowned again. Weird… He decided to approach the window anyway, just for a look. He collapsed into an armchair situated beside a small table that sat next to the window and pulled some of the curtain open.
The streetlamp flickered once. A car went by. Everything seemed to be normal.
“What was that song, anyway?” he murmured to himself. It sounded familiar to him; and that was exactly what made it so weird. He wasn’t a fan of classical, why would he even pick up on something like that?
And then it hit him.
Dance of the Balamb Fish.
Tomoe.
The name drifted lightly in his mind, a faint echo toward the back that haunted him with twinges of guilt and regret.
He let go of the curtain.
Lately, he had been too busy to worry much about the Sephirot girl. Too focused on the mission at hand. Too focused on the money. Complete the mission; pay the hospital bills; do the right thing. At times, he felt like a machine.
He could still picture the way she looked to him when he stepped out onto the balcony for air, only to find her; her dark hair loosened from it’s usual ponytail style, cascading down her back. The black dress she wore was form-fitting and smooth, with an open back. It was without frill--elegant, demure almost. It suited her, and he truly believed what he had managed to stammer that night… she looked stunning.
“--and wash my tears away… “
Stunning. And when she sang, when she released the stoic monotone of her casual voice and let herself become something more than a distant facade, she sounded breathtaking.
Zacke folded his arms over the table, lacing his fingers together. The fingers that could recall the softness of her hands, how bizarrely delicate they felt to him, when he'd seen with his own eyes how deadly those hands could be. She was an absolute enigma to him, and he relished it. Not having the slightest clue as to what to say or how to feel... it made him just want to live and breathe in her presence.
Fool. He thought to himself bitterly.
Zacke Mercutio hardly found things worth being bitter about, and he almost never made a decision he later regretted upon reflection. He lived impulsively; his mind was quick, his heart usually where it should be, and the right thing just came to him--even if it didn‘t seem so right at the time. He usually made it out of things okay. He usually felt good about himself. But this time…
The “someone” that "blabbered"… was me.
Was it wrong to put the interests of the mission before the interests of one person? No.
But that’s not what he had done.
“Headmistress Xu… could I talk with you, privately, for a minute?”
“I think SeeD Tomoe Sephirot should be relieved of her duty to this mission.”
“Well, there are a lot of people after her, and I think it’s going to jeopardize things for us. Especially in Esthar, it‘s just too risky. We barely made it out alive this time.”
There are a lot of people after her, and I’m afraid for her life. She’s strong, but her strength does not ease my fear, and I am selfish…
Zacke hunched over, elbows propped up on the table, his fingers combed into his hair, hands holding his head. He exhaled a quiet sigh.
Tomoe… you should be here.
I wish you could know that I want you to be.
I’m sorry.
Well, there you have it.
Thanks for the inspiration, Bun.
If there could be any sort of response to, "Where Are You Now?" this would be it.
Between the Sand and Stone
And maybe I’ll find out
a way to make it back someday.
To watch you, to guide you,
through the darkest of your days.
If a greater wave shall fall,
and fall upon us all…
well then, I hope there’s someone out there
who can bring me back to you.
And maybe I’ll find out
a way to make it back someday.
To watch you, to guide you,
through the darkest of your days.
If a greater wave shall fall,
and fall upon us all…
well then, I hope there’s someone out there
who can bring me back to you.
Zacke pulled the cardkey from the pocket of his jacket and slid it into the automatic lock on his hotel room door. The light blinked red a few times, and then finally went solid green. He turned the knob and stepped inside.
He sighed quietly and slipped his jacket from his shoulders, dropping it carelessly onto the bed as he approached. They had just retrieved the Shumi scroll from Dobe. As far as he knew, the rest of the group had retired as well, each to their own rooms.
Well, probably not Reese and Stardust… he smirked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling the laces of his boots loose. He pulled one boot off and dropped it to the floor, and then the other.
He paused at the sight of his reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall directly across from him. His hair was slightly disheveled; it had been subject to the temperamental ocean winds all day long. He could see the dark circles underneath his eyes, even under this dimly glowing hotel lamp. He swallowed and rocked forward a bit, the weight of everything his life had become settling around his shoulders.
Man, I can’t remember the last time I felt this… worn out.
He put his hands behind his head and allowed himself to fall backwards until his back lowered onto the mattress. He stared up at the ceiling.
Suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of music. But not just any kind of music--classical music. Ballroom music. He sat up slowly, frowning a bit and looking toward the window. Why would anyone be playing classical music, in the streets, at almost midnight? He planted his feet on the ground and stood, going to approach the window.
As he crossed over the carpet, the music began strangely fading away. He slowed and frowned again. Weird… He decided to approach the window anyway, just for a look. He collapsed into an armchair situated beside a small table that sat next to the window and pulled some of the curtain open.
The streetlamp flickered once. A car went by. Everything seemed to be normal.
“What was that song, anyway?” he murmured to himself. It sounded familiar to him; and that was exactly what made it so weird. He wasn’t a fan of classical, why would he even pick up on something like that?
And then it hit him.
Dance of the Balamb Fish.
Tomoe.
The name drifted lightly in his mind, a faint echo toward the back that haunted him with twinges of guilt and regret.
He let go of the curtain.
Lately, he had been too busy to worry much about the Sephirot girl. Too focused on the mission at hand. Too focused on the money. Complete the mission; pay the hospital bills; do the right thing. At times, he felt like a machine.
He could still picture the way she looked to him when he stepped out onto the balcony for air, only to find her; her dark hair loosened from it’s usual ponytail style, cascading down her back. The black dress she wore was form-fitting and smooth, with an open back. It was without frill--elegant, demure almost. It suited her, and he truly believed what he had managed to stammer that night… she looked stunning.
“--and wash my tears away… “
Stunning. And when she sang, when she released the stoic monotone of her casual voice and let herself become something more than a distant facade, she sounded breathtaking.
Zacke folded his arms over the table, lacing his fingers together. The fingers that could recall the softness of her hands, how bizarrely delicate they felt to him, when he'd seen with his own eyes how deadly those hands could be. She was an absolute enigma to him, and he relished it. Not having the slightest clue as to what to say or how to feel... it made him just want to live and breathe in her presence.
Fool. He thought to himself bitterly.
Zacke Mercutio hardly found things worth being bitter about, and he almost never made a decision he later regretted upon reflection. He lived impulsively; his mind was quick, his heart usually where it should be, and the right thing just came to him--even if it didn‘t seem so right at the time. He usually made it out of things okay. He usually felt good about himself. But this time…
The “someone” that "blabbered"… was me.
Was it wrong to put the interests of the mission before the interests of one person? No.
But that’s not what he had done.
“Headmistress Xu… could I talk with you, privately, for a minute?”
“I think SeeD Tomoe Sephirot should be relieved of her duty to this mission.”
“Well, there are a lot of people after her, and I think it’s going to jeopardize things for us. Especially in Esthar, it‘s just too risky. We barely made it out alive this time.”
There are a lot of people after her, and I’m afraid for her life. She’s strong, but her strength does not ease my fear, and I am selfish…
Zacke hunched over, elbows propped up on the table, his fingers combed into his hair, hands holding his head. He exhaled a quiet sigh.
Tomoe… you should be here.
I wish you could know that I want you to be.
I’m sorry.
Well, there you have it.
Thanks for the inspiration, Bun.
Polaris is back on the team but Bun is not RP'ing.... should we have her die or what? >_< 
