[185] Crumpled Memories

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Challenge: [185] Heatwave
Title: Crumpled Memories
Word Count: 314
(anything else):  First of all, there's a bit of a shout-out to ts_soliloquy, who just finished her fic "Beating Drum Heart", which is awesome and you should go read, because you can never have enough crack pairings or Lexaeus, especially since it's May. That said, here's MY crack pairing to you all. Enjoy.
(I think I was also going to do something completely different, what was- Oh! Right. Fuu/Naminé.  But then this came up.)



The last thing Aerith remembers of Radiant Garden is this: 

Fire.

Fire burning, fire suffocating, destroying the blossoming flowers which had given her home its name so that their ashes rise into the air like a phoenix remains.

Then she recalls the shadows.

Shadows which only grow stronger with the savage light of the firestorm, which curl and dip among the cobblestone streets and fallen buildings like an oil slick with eyes as bright as supernovas. Shadows which skulk among her formerly glorious city, which steal that which is most precious, which murder in order to get it, and which steal from her not her beating heart but its equivalent, that beating drum heart...

And so she remembers that last thing, which is:

Firm lips pressing against hers and one hand running up and down her arm like its it is the last thing it will ever feel, and the taciturn giant which presses against her softly and whispers only two words: 

"Run. Live."

Then she's being tugged, pushed, hurried by a hand as small as her own and soft from the years its spent in a library, and she tries to tug back, but can only hopelessly watch as her love turns away, hefting the long ax in his hands as he faces the horde of darkness, and all she can do is run and feel as if this is all wrong...

By that time, she wakes up. Softly, she pads across the room, and pushes open her window. Silently, she stares out across her reborn home, all the while knowing something is missing: two different sets of hands. One large, with plenty of calluses to show his work in the yard and helping her; the other slim and soft from handling nothing but paper and a heavy book at best. Three words slip in the manner of repentant thieves from her mouth: 

"Where are you?"

The answer arrives too late.

Comments

[at-splicken.livejournal.com]

*rolls on the ground*
This right here is why I can never get Aerith to cooperate with me; she'd much rather live in your head than mine. XD

[trilies.livejournal.com]

Everyone's always much easier to write when things are angst or sad. XD
I think it's so that when I'm trying to write something happy, they can point at laugh at me for their own satisfaction.

[tunasaladsonnet.livejournal.com]

Hee, just call me Tuna, silly. And-and um, thank you very much for the pimpage.

D: Oh, little heroic!Ienzo. There's something about him here that breaks my heart more than Aeleus, and that's saying something because... Oh dear. That tugs on the heartstrings. ♥

[trilies.livejournal.com]

Alright, but I almost always use some one's full name in ANs. |D And sorry if I acted like an overexcited fangirl, heh.

There's actually a much bigger story behind this that I could go into, because Ienzo actually despised Aerith at first. But, than it wouldn't be a drabble, it'd be a multi-chaptered fic, and I can't do two at once.
._.;

[tunasaladsonnet.livejournal.com]

....WHAT. DO NOT FANGIRL ME. WHAAAAT.

O RLY. That's sounding a lot like how Beating Drum Heart came about. What with the posting of the drabble that actually takes place at the end here first. But I know what you mean about multi-chaptered affairs.

[greedchan.livejournal.com]

... You made me ship this really hard. xD;

[trilies.livejournal.com]

Than my evil plan is working!
Bwahahahahaha!