[Complete] Rhapsody in the Blues
Title: Rhapsody in the Blues
Pairing/Characters: Sazh/Vanille/Fang
Prompt: 9. "Fall in love with me"
Rating: K+
Warnings: Spoilers for one cutscene in Vile Peaks
Summary: A misunderstanding by Sazh causes unintentional agony for himself.
Notes: For 10_orders, collab with shinaka. Hot damn, did this prompt create some trouble for me. I think I did it justice though.
His boots were about to wear out if they kept going at this rate. Ever since that soldier-girl walked out with the boy, he was with the girl. Vanille was her name...and she was really happy. She seemed always happy; he didn't know where she stored her infinite amount of sheer happiness. If he didn't know any better, he would say that she was faking all that peppiness. But what did he know? He never imagined himself a Pulse l'cie, yet here he was, branded as one, chased as one by PSICOM, by fellow Cocoonians. Weeks ago, he was one of them; now he wasn't. He was an enemy of the state. The thought was hard to swallow.
He was on the hard ground, as he suggested they took a breather and sleep in the meantime. Sleep was quickly becoming a luxury, even more so now that they have separated. The party never had a great start to begin with. Sazh sighed in response; it was getting complicated the further they were into this mess.
But one thing would never change: Vanille. Earlier in the night, she was fine with resting, as she bounced over to a flat space, and dusted out some kind of cloth over. Given the situation, it was an ideal sleeping arrangement, compared to no cloth. Ahh, no matter; Sazh was fine as long as it was...peaceful. He tapped a finger to his forehead and sighed, yet once more.
~ஐ || ஐ~
He liked sleeping. In fact, he liked it so much that his brain started to become cognizant that his eyes were hidden beneath his eyelids. So much for taking a well-rested nap. A gentle pressure was on his back, the area warmer than earlier, when he lied down. He could hear breathing -- his? No, someone else's. It definitely wasn't the little chocobo, flexing its wings at this moment, having been awoken as well. The sound was very faint, and he looked over his shoulder to see.
The area where the cloth was placed was untouched. She had magically appeared behind his back, the crude line she drew even further away than last he remembered. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in all the new information. She was crying --Miss Eternal Sunshine personified-- was having some sort of nightmare. Baffled as to the cause, Sazh very much wanted lie there awake, as if his vigil would somehow reach the depths of her sleep and comfort her. It was about all he can do at the moment, mystery clouding his perception of her.
"Still a kid..." he idly murmured. He was sure that whatever it was, she would be okay, as much as he can help it. Vanille can tell him later, if she wanted to, of course. Not like he was going to push her. Satisfied with his train of thought, Sazh made a motion to fall back asleep when he heard a hitch to her whisper not heard of yet. He paused, motion stilled, anticipating that she might repeat it-- no, he wasn't sure if he wanted it repeated.
Wait! There it was-- he wasn't making it up. If possible, his eyebrows furrowed some more before releasing the tension in that area lightning quick.
Vanille said, "Falling in love with you..." She had been with him a while, Sazh knew, but he didn't think it had been long enough for that to had happen. First of all, he was way too old for her, second of all, he was quite sure he did not feel the same way for her, though it was really flattering, bless her heart, and third, he had a kid and he wasn't sure if Dajh would like it if a girl that could very well be his older sister suddenly become his stepmom- why was he jumping to the stepmom part, Sazh, you're not even supposed to be reciprocating let alone letting things get that far!
Calm down, old man. Breathe. But not that deep, because then that will sound like snoring, and she will wake up--
Exhale.
Count to ten. Don't think about it. Don't even go there. No, it was impossible for her and him--Was it? And with his thoughts irrevocably speeding towards exactly where he didn't want his thoughts to wander to; needless to say, he did not get a good night's sleep.
~ஐ || ஐ~
She was having nightmares again. It was the same, black, the world filled with darkness. And then she awoke, back in her village. The sun's rays beamed onto the planet, filling it with warmth.
She was alone, once again. Every time, the village changed. At first, she thought, truly believed she was back home, and she was having a bad dream. Of being encased in ice, a most terrible feeling settling in her stomach.
"Where am I?" was her first question. Soon after, she learned not to ask. Nobody answered the first time. Nobody ever did. Eventually the village would disappear, but not always. At other times, she would wake up to a site of ruins. As if time told its subjects that a civilization existed here, long ago. She feared the decrepit buildings, the rubble of something special, something magical. She missed her family, her friends, but there was no sign of life within the walls.
"Is someone here?" was her second question. Walking alone on the ruins of her past was downright frightening. She silently pleaded some days for another person, any person's presence to alliviate the foreboding sense of restlessness she found herself in. Like her first question, nobody answered.
She was trying hard not to cry, but it happened every time. No one came. None to comfort her, except cold concrete. Except this time, she told herself, this time might be different.
And there was someone.
Vanille was found on her knees, sobbing as endless day after endless day she was once again, alone. This time she wasn't.
"What are ya cryin' for? I'm here now," The voice said, and Vanille, at that moment, knew relief. Her tears were answered, her fears defeated. Yes, she was here, comforting presence at least in her nightmares. She always said she would tear down the sky for her, and Vanille was grateful.
She would remember it always. Thank you, Fang.
"I think...Fang, I think I'm falling in love with you."
Pairing/Characters: Sazh/Vanille/Fang
Prompt: 9. "Fall in love with me"
Rating: K+
Warnings: Spoilers for one cutscene in Vile Peaks
Summary: A misunderstanding by Sazh causes unintentional agony for himself.
Notes: For 10_orders, collab with shinaka. Hot damn, did this prompt create some trouble for me. I think I did it justice though.
His boots were about to wear out if they kept going at this rate. Ever since that soldier-girl walked out with the boy, he was with the girl. Vanille was her name...and she was really happy. She seemed always happy; he didn't know where she stored her infinite amount of sheer happiness. If he didn't know any better, he would say that she was faking all that peppiness. But what did he know? He never imagined himself a Pulse l'cie, yet here he was, branded as one, chased as one by PSICOM, by fellow Cocoonians. Weeks ago, he was one of them; now he wasn't. He was an enemy of the state. The thought was hard to swallow.
He was on the hard ground, as he suggested they took a breather and sleep in the meantime. Sleep was quickly becoming a luxury, even more so now that they have separated. The party never had a great start to begin with. Sazh sighed in response; it was getting complicated the further they were into this mess.
But one thing would never change: Vanille. Earlier in the night, she was fine with resting, as she bounced over to a flat space, and dusted out some kind of cloth over. Given the situation, it was an ideal sleeping arrangement, compared to no cloth. Ahh, no matter; Sazh was fine as long as it was...peaceful. He tapped a finger to his forehead and sighed, yet once more.
~ஐ || ஐ~
He liked sleeping. In fact, he liked it so much that his brain started to become cognizant that his eyes were hidden beneath his eyelids. So much for taking a well-rested nap. A gentle pressure was on his back, the area warmer than earlier, when he lied down. He could hear breathing -- his? No, someone else's. It definitely wasn't the little chocobo, flexing its wings at this moment, having been awoken as well. The sound was very faint, and he looked over his shoulder to see.
The area where the cloth was placed was untouched. She had magically appeared behind his back, the crude line she drew even further away than last he remembered. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in all the new information. She was crying --Miss Eternal Sunshine personified-- was having some sort of nightmare. Baffled as to the cause, Sazh very much wanted lie there awake, as if his vigil would somehow reach the depths of her sleep and comfort her. It was about all he can do at the moment, mystery clouding his perception of her.
"Still a kid..." he idly murmured. He was sure that whatever it was, she would be okay, as much as he can help it. Vanille can tell him later, if she wanted to, of course. Not like he was going to push her. Satisfied with his train of thought, Sazh made a motion to fall back asleep when he heard a hitch to her whisper not heard of yet. He paused, motion stilled, anticipating that she might repeat it-- no, he wasn't sure if he wanted it repeated.
Wait! There it was-- he wasn't making it up. If possible, his eyebrows furrowed some more before releasing the tension in that area lightning quick.
Vanille said, "Falling in love with you..." She had been with him a while, Sazh knew, but he didn't think it had been long enough for that to had happen. First of all, he was way too old for her, second of all, he was quite sure he did not feel the same way for her, though it was really flattering, bless her heart, and third, he had a kid and he wasn't sure if Dajh would like it if a girl that could very well be his older sister suddenly become his stepmom- why was he jumping to the stepmom part, Sazh, you're not even supposed to be reciprocating let alone letting things get that far!
Calm down, old man. Breathe. But not that deep, because then that will sound like snoring, and she will wake up--
Exhale.
Count to ten. Don't think about it. Don't even go there. No, it was impossible for her and him--Was it? And with his thoughts irrevocably speeding towards exactly where he didn't want his thoughts to wander to; needless to say, he did not get a good night's sleep.
~ஐ || ஐ~
She was having nightmares again. It was the same, black, the world filled with darkness. And then she awoke, back in her village. The sun's rays beamed onto the planet, filling it with warmth.
She was alone, once again. Every time, the village changed. At first, she thought, truly believed she was back home, and she was having a bad dream. Of being encased in ice, a most terrible feeling settling in her stomach.
"Where am I?" was her first question. Soon after, she learned not to ask. Nobody answered the first time. Nobody ever did. Eventually the village would disappear, but not always. At other times, she would wake up to a site of ruins. As if time told its subjects that a civilization existed here, long ago. She feared the decrepit buildings, the rubble of something special, something magical. She missed her family, her friends, but there was no sign of life within the walls.
"Is someone here?" was her second question. Walking alone on the ruins of her past was downright frightening. She silently pleaded some days for another person, any person's presence to alliviate the foreboding sense of restlessness she found herself in. Like her first question, nobody answered.
She was trying hard not to cry, but it happened every time. No one came. None to comfort her, except cold concrete. Except this time, she told herself, this time might be different.
And there was someone.
Vanille was found on her knees, sobbing as endless day after endless day she was once again, alone. This time she wasn't.
"What are ya cryin' for? I'm here now," The voice said, and Vanille, at that moment, knew relief. Her tears were answered, her fears defeated. Yes, she was here, comforting presence at least in her nightmares. She always said she would tear down the sky for her, and Vanille was grateful.
She would remember it always. Thank you, Fang.
"I think...Fang, I think I'm falling in love with you."