Vagrant Story : Dreamer
Title: Dreamer
Series: Vagrant Story
Theme: 31_days June 2007 themeset A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Summary: The dreams that can live on even if they are lies. Apparently I fail at keeping promises. Yay to possible VS/YGO fic?
Ashley dreams of his family life. Though it repeats endlessly, the picnic, his child's laugh and his wife's smiling face, he He will always wake up before the slaughter that occurs in the end, not wanting to get that hit in the gut when he sees himself as the murderer.
On his awakening he sees nothing but the pitch black of a forest, and a low laugh that sends him scrambling backward.
"Don't you tire of untruths, Riskbreaker?" Sydney speaks. His constant companion through his now undying days takes great delight in taunting him of about dreams.
"I should tire of you then?"
"You are getting better at your comebacks." Sydney's shade slides metallic fingers over his arm, and though he knows he can't really feel them, the cold tingle was as real as the immaterial can be.
"Hundreds of years with you does that to people."
"Tired?"
Can I say I am? The unspoken question is always between them lately, and Sydney, the prophet who can read his heart, knows it. Sydney takes his hand away, and replies.
"Someday soon, Riskbreaker. Someday soon. And then I can leave you to your lying dreams."
Even if he does not know if these dreams were real, or given to him by the Valendia Knights of the Peace, he is secure in the thought, it is real. As long as he believes it is, he can dream on.
Sydney spoke to the darkness around him. "If only all of us can live with such easy dreams, Riskbreaker."
Series: Vagrant Story
Theme: 31_days June 2007 themeset A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Summary: The dreams that can live on even if they are lies. Apparently I fail at keeping promises. Yay to possible VS/YGO fic?
Ashley dreams of his family life. Though it repeats endlessly, the picnic, his child's laugh and his wife's smiling face, he He will always wake up before the slaughter that occurs in the end, not wanting to get that hit in the gut when he sees himself as the murderer.
On his awakening he sees nothing but the pitch black of a forest, and a low laugh that sends him scrambling backward.
"Don't you tire of untruths, Riskbreaker?" Sydney speaks. His constant companion through his now undying days takes great delight in taunting him of about dreams.
"I should tire of you then?"
"You are getting better at your comebacks." Sydney's shade slides metallic fingers over his arm, and though he knows he can't really feel them, the cold tingle was as real as the immaterial can be.
"Hundreds of years with you does that to people."
"Tired?"
Can I say I am? The unspoken question is always between them lately, and Sydney, the prophet who can read his heart, knows it. Sydney takes his hand away, and replies.
"Someday soon, Riskbreaker. Someday soon. And then I can leave you to your lying dreams."
Even if he does not know if these dreams were real, or given to him by the Valendia Knights of the Peace, he is secure in the thought, it is real. As long as he believes it is, he can dream on.
Sydney spoke to the darkness around him. "If only all of us can live with such easy dreams, Riskbreaker."