Title: Breathing Air
Day/Theme: July 10 - you were never able to keep me breathing
Series: Tales of Symphonia
Character/Pairing: Yuan, Martel
Rating: PG
Note: Somewhat random. I'm pretty tired, so I'm not sure how good this is, aha. ;;


Yuan had never wanted to pray to her. To accept that she had become some sort of twisted figurehead to Mithos - a goddess to the ignorant world he had helped create. To accept her as that twisted image would break his heart, and he did not want to touch the already fragile balance he had with accepting her death.

But he had always prayed to her, in a way. Seeking her in his memories for comfort, for guidance, for help. And she was always there, like the pictures of her as a false goddess, with a benevolent smile and welcoming arms. Even when she was alive, she was his greatest source of joy and comfort, like she was to most of the group. But that ring on her finger had always been his and his alone. (He had always felt a bitter sting when the art of her did not have that precious ring on her finger.)

It was when he stopped constantly retreating into his mind to see her, to speak to her, that he realized how much he had moved on. It also helped him realize how much he wanted her to be set free. Because that sick jail her own brother had trapped her in was - he was sure - a hell for her. And if Mithos was to ever mourn her, she needed to be put to rest.

So, to see her visage again when the Tree was reborn startled him. He did not feel the sudden urge to run to her side, or the heartbreak he had experienced for too many long years. He merely felt something like a breath of air in his lungs again.

She was free. And he was complete.