There's no peace for the weary.
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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Aerith Gainsborough
Progress: Complete
Summary: A lone girl standing underneath and ominous sky takes a moment to think.
Location: Outskirts of Lindblum
Date: March 6, 1804
Warnings: Angst
The world seemed so bleak today.
Instead of graced in the vibrant hues of golden sun-rays splashing across a cerulean indigo sky, it was dim with the forlorn colors of gray and black. The hues were darker than usual, ominous in tone and painfully drab in Aerith’s opinion. A violent storm was about shower over these whimsical green plains, a storm that honestly matched the growing fire that pooled within Aerith’s soul.
She was angry, livid even, absolutely fed up with everything and everyone that has worked hard to push her to the brink. Standing alone upon these plains with her back facing the grand city behind her, the flower girl stood alone in total silence as she eyed the sky with jade hue eyes. Her hands were clasped together with each finger weaved around the other. She stood there in that prairie for minutes on end just staring at the gloomy skies before her. Even when it began to drizzle, the girl didn’t move an inch. She didn’t care if she got drenched out here for this gloomy little patch of free land was her only sanctuary from the chaos that blooms still.
Utterly at a loss for words regarding her adventure thus far, Aerith was beginning to have her doubts when it came down to understanding the mysteries that plague this world. The dead walk amongst the living and the living walk amongst the dead, a feat that the Cetra inside of her never once deemed possible. Gaia was a beautiful world, one full of such life and vigor but it was a painfully confusing paradise in a sea of endless strife. Feeling as if she would drown within the miseries this land possesses, Aerith felt painfully out of place in this realm of magic and wonder. In short, as much as she was fond of Gaia and it’s endless beauty, Aerith couldn’t help but feel scorned by it’s strangeness.
There was something about this world that she couldn’t understand, something about it’s wondrous grace that she couldn’t comprehend. It irked her to know that the only person she could confide in was now gone, swept away by the tides of change. Nanaki may not have been a human but he possessed the wisdom of men twice his age. They vowed to seek Matoya together in search of the truth but by the time they felt that cave, the proud Son of Seto was gone.
Left bitter and slightly jaded by Gaia’s decision to snatch her friend, Aerith feared that one day the same fate would fall upon Cloud and the others. It was because of this somber thought Aerith allowed her rage to fester for she knew that such a day would eventually come. Zack was already gone, returned to the Lifestream no less and now Nanaki was missing as well. It was painful know that her friends’ existence could be traded in at any moment, too painful for words to express.
“…I don’t like saying goodbye.” Aerith muttered to herself softly as she turned her eyes away from the gloomy sky and towards the city nearby.
Progress: Complete
Summary: A lone girl standing underneath and ominous sky takes a moment to think.
Location: Outskirts of Lindblum
Date: March 6, 1804
Warnings: Angst
The world seemed so bleak today.
Instead of graced in the vibrant hues of golden sun-rays splashing across a cerulean indigo sky, it was dim with the forlorn colors of gray and black. The hues were darker than usual, ominous in tone and painfully drab in Aerith’s opinion. A violent storm was about shower over these whimsical green plains, a storm that honestly matched the growing fire that pooled within Aerith’s soul.
She was angry, livid even, absolutely fed up with everything and everyone that has worked hard to push her to the brink. Standing alone upon these plains with her back facing the grand city behind her, the flower girl stood alone in total silence as she eyed the sky with jade hue eyes. Her hands were clasped together with each finger weaved around the other. She stood there in that prairie for minutes on end just staring at the gloomy skies before her. Even when it began to drizzle, the girl didn’t move an inch. She didn’t care if she got drenched out here for this gloomy little patch of free land was her only sanctuary from the chaos that blooms still.
Utterly at a loss for words regarding her adventure thus far, Aerith was beginning to have her doubts when it came down to understanding the mysteries that plague this world. The dead walk amongst the living and the living walk amongst the dead, a feat that the Cetra inside of her never once deemed possible. Gaia was a beautiful world, one full of such life and vigor but it was a painfully confusing paradise in a sea of endless strife. Feeling as if she would drown within the miseries this land possesses, Aerith felt painfully out of place in this realm of magic and wonder. In short, as much as she was fond of Gaia and it’s endless beauty, Aerith couldn’t help but feel scorned by it’s strangeness.
There was something about this world that she couldn’t understand, something about it’s wondrous grace that she couldn’t comprehend. It irked her to know that the only person she could confide in was now gone, swept away by the tides of change. Nanaki may not have been a human but he possessed the wisdom of men twice his age. They vowed to seek Matoya together in search of the truth but by the time they felt that cave, the proud Son of Seto was gone.
Left bitter and slightly jaded by Gaia’s decision to snatch her friend, Aerith feared that one day the same fate would fall upon Cloud and the others. It was because of this somber thought Aerith allowed her rage to fester for she knew that such a day would eventually come. Zack was already gone, returned to the Lifestream no less and now Nanaki was missing as well. It was painful know that her friends’ existence could be traded in at any moment, too painful for words to express.
“…I don’t like saying goodbye.” Aerith muttered to herself softly as she turned her eyes away from the gloomy sky and towards the city nearby.
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