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31_days - July 7
Title: Letting Me Be
Day/Theme: July 7 - slowly twisting the lilac stalks
Series: Tales of Symphonia
Character/Pairing: Sheena, some Zelos
Rating: PG
Note: Lmao, I couldn't sleep, so I write this. Hints at spoliers for the Kratos path.
He had lilacs around his grave.
Sheena was not sure why that particular flower had grown, or who had planted it. Her own yearly offering of flowers had quickly been surpassed by the growing field of them. They were everywhere around his grave, nestling him in a gentle swatch of purple and pinks.
It was almost silly, to see his grave covered in the flower, but it calmed her somehow, too. No longer was he on a desolate hillside, bereft of any company at all. The flowers made it seem bearable to be around the painful reminder he was gone, too. They filled the air with their comforting scent, and enveloped her in curtain as she visited him.
It was not surprising to her that she would often dream about those flower fields, too. Often, she would imagine him amongst them, laughing at her for thinking he had been missing. He always smiled at her in those dreams, despite her lingering feelings of guilt that still remained. His betrayal would always stick out in her mind, and it had haunted her for years until the flowers came.
So, when she visited him one day in the early hours of dawn, it took her breath away to see the flowers, all hushed in the quiet light, covered in dew. They glittered in the growing light, and made her feel - finally - a little at peace.
That day, she sat next to his grave with a smile, placing her small usual offering of flowers at the base of the grave with care. She bent one of the nearby stalks, snapping it off and cradling it in her hands. She knew he wasn't alone anymore. And neither was she.
Day/Theme: July 7 - slowly twisting the lilac stalks
Series: Tales of Symphonia
Character/Pairing: Sheena, some Zelos
Rating: PG
Note: Lmao, I couldn't sleep, so I write this. Hints at spoliers for the Kratos path.
He had lilacs around his grave.
Sheena was not sure why that particular flower had grown, or who had planted it. Her own yearly offering of flowers had quickly been surpassed by the growing field of them. They were everywhere around his grave, nestling him in a gentle swatch of purple and pinks.
It was almost silly, to see his grave covered in the flower, but it calmed her somehow, too. No longer was he on a desolate hillside, bereft of any company at all. The flowers made it seem bearable to be around the painful reminder he was gone, too. They filled the air with their comforting scent, and enveloped her in curtain as she visited him.
It was not surprising to her that she would often dream about those flower fields, too. Often, she would imagine him amongst them, laughing at her for thinking he had been missing. He always smiled at her in those dreams, despite her lingering feelings of guilt that still remained. His betrayal would always stick out in her mind, and it had haunted her for years until the flowers came.
So, when she visited him one day in the early hours of dawn, it took her breath away to see the flowers, all hushed in the quiet light, covered in dew. They glittered in the growing light, and made her feel - finally - a little at peace.
That day, she sat next to his grave with a smile, placing her small usual offering of flowers at the base of the grave with care. She bent one of the nearby stalks, snapping it off and cradling it in her hands. She knew he wasn't alone anymore. And neither was she.