Prompt #114!
Welp, it's that time of the year, the one you look forward to all year! HOLIDAY PROMPTATHON TIME! YAY! Most of you know it works by now and to those who don't, please refer to the 'How Does This Work?' section below. I would also like to point out the past two holiday promptathons and how they're filled with lonely prompts that were never filled.
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The word brings to mind fireworks and sand between her toes. Quistis thinks of the sound of the ocean and stories told around the fire while she's perched in a safe, warm lap.
Edea
The name brings to mind something completely different in Quistis' mind. The feeling of loss and hurt. She sees the Sorceress seated high on her parade float, stoic yet menancing. The scent of blood and wounds so deep only Curaga could heal them.
Edea reminds Quistis of quiet nights spent alone, or so she thinks. Where there's a presence that bleeds forth from the darkness. Quistis knows it's a dangerous force but she trusts it because it's Edea -- her matron, once upon a time.
There's a sense of surprising calm when Edea appears, silent and eyes dark. Quistis can feel her healed battle wounds momentarily ache; can taste blood on her lips, but all she's smelling is ocean air. A simple caress against her cheek, both loving and terrifying, ignite fireworks behind Quistis' eyelids.
Matron
Memories of a frail woman, kind and arms opened wide.
Edea
Memories of battle and carnage, fear and love.
Trust built and destroyed and rebuilt again and again.
When it's over, when Edea is simply Edea once again, Quistis licks her lips to taste salt water and inhales the scent of blood in remembrance.
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