Promises (FFX)
Promises
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Auron, the Magus Sisters
Rating: PG
Notes: for muggy_mountain, because I cannot pass up crack. And apparently I cannot keep my crack from getting serious.
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They float above him: three women, dressed in strange robes of pink and red and violet, the colors of a setting sun. They appear casual -- almost bored -- but there is a tense power in the air which Auron recognizes. How could he not - he is dead, after all.
He is in the presence of the fayth.
One is small, one is tall and thin, and one middling-size, with the girth of a warrior. All are female. Auron does not know them.
He racks his slow-moving brain, trying to place them, but he only knows the aeons Braska -- the thought makes his nonbeating heart jerk painfully -- had claimed, and none came in threes. Unless more powerful aeons used multiple fayth? Having never been in the Chamber of the Fayth, Auron does not know.
"You're dead," says the smallest one. She looks like a child, but her hands trail powerful magic through the misty air.
"Yes," Auron says. He doesn't think they need any more of a response.
"We are here to help," says the largest one. "But you have to make us a deal, first."
"Can you bring me back to life?" His throat feels raw. He already knows the answer.
The third one is tall, and thin, holding a fierce-looking spear. "Cindy can raise you long enough for help to come. I think you know that's the best answer we can give you."
It is enough. Auron's chest clenches painfully again; he promised. He promised. Braska. Jecht. Promises to both. Promises to himself.
"What must I do?"
The three fayth glance at each other. "We are tired of waiting, unused," the tall one says.
"We're bored!" chirps the small one, and the large sister gives her a glare.
"You have to find us," she says to Auron. "Search us out."
"Who are you?" he rasps.
"Sandy, Cindy, and Mindy," they chant together, and there is a crackle of electricity in the magic-filled air around them, suddenly, and a gust of wind that cuts Auron to the bone.
"Find us," the tall one says, bending down to press her lips to Auron's cheek. "We are the Magus Sisters."
"We're mighty powerful!" the short one adds, rushing up to kiss his other cheek.
"Now." The last one bends down. "Be healed." She presses her lips to Auron's, and his lungs are suddenly filled with not-life -- Unsent life, but life enough for him to --
He hears Al Bhed in the distance, and opens his eyes. The mist and haze are gone; he's lying face-down in dust and hurting more than he should be and he's still dead but help is coming, and he will make it. Braska. Jecht. Promises.
The Magus Sisters. Somewhere in Spira, they wait. Perhaps Auron can use them. Perhaps they can help him -- break the spiral.
One more promise, Auron thinks.
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Auron, the Magus Sisters
Rating: PG
Notes: for muggy_mountain, because I cannot pass up crack. And apparently I cannot keep my crack from getting serious.
- - -
They float above him: three women, dressed in strange robes of pink and red and violet, the colors of a setting sun. They appear casual -- almost bored -- but there is a tense power in the air which Auron recognizes. How could he not - he is dead, after all.
He is in the presence of the fayth.
One is small, one is tall and thin, and one middling-size, with the girth of a warrior. All are female. Auron does not know them.
He racks his slow-moving brain, trying to place them, but he only knows the aeons Braska -- the thought makes his nonbeating heart jerk painfully -- had claimed, and none came in threes. Unless more powerful aeons used multiple fayth? Having never been in the Chamber of the Fayth, Auron does not know.
"You're dead," says the smallest one. She looks like a child, but her hands trail powerful magic through the misty air.
"Yes," Auron says. He doesn't think they need any more of a response.
"We are here to help," says the largest one. "But you have to make us a deal, first."
"Can you bring me back to life?" His throat feels raw. He already knows the answer.
The third one is tall, and thin, holding a fierce-looking spear. "Cindy can raise you long enough for help to come. I think you know that's the best answer we can give you."
It is enough. Auron's chest clenches painfully again; he promised. He promised. Braska. Jecht. Promises to both. Promises to himself.
"What must I do?"
The three fayth glance at each other. "We are tired of waiting, unused," the tall one says.
"We're bored!" chirps the small one, and the large sister gives her a glare.
"You have to find us," she says to Auron. "Search us out."
"Who are you?" he rasps.
"Sandy, Cindy, and Mindy," they chant together, and there is a crackle of electricity in the magic-filled air around them, suddenly, and a gust of wind that cuts Auron to the bone.
"Find us," the tall one says, bending down to press her lips to Auron's cheek. "We are the Magus Sisters."
"We're mighty powerful!" the short one adds, rushing up to kiss his other cheek.
"Now." The last one bends down. "Be healed." She presses her lips to Auron's, and his lungs are suddenly filled with not-life -- Unsent life, but life enough for him to --
He hears Al Bhed in the distance, and opens his eyes. The mist and haze are gone; he's lying face-down in dust and hurting more than he should be and he's still dead but help is coming, and he will make it. Braska. Jecht. Promises.
The Magus Sisters. Somewhere in Spira, they wait. Perhaps Auron can use them. Perhaps they can help him -- break the spiral.
One more promise, Auron thinks.