Lulu. Lulu/Rikku. FFX.
Title: Lulu.
Fandom: FFX.
Pairing: Lulu/Rikku.
Prompt: Lulu.
Rating: T.
Words: 400.
Spoilers?: None.
Author's Note: It sounds like my bones are making a 'brring' noise D: Back under the covers to write some more drabbles I think!
You follow her, with soft footfalls and fairy steps, and not even the rays of the sun can betray your presence.
Your blonde hair and bright eyes, like sunlight embracing petals, contrast with your shadow dance.
It is only when she pauses at a stream that you stop; kneeling and peeking through a blackberry bush. Sweet, crushed, juices drip down your cheek and throat. The slippery dark lines represent the heating of your blood as you study the strange, elegant, woman called Lulu.
She is still as she sits upon a fallen log and stares at the water by her feet. As the stream continues to mumble, grumble and run you can see the steady rise and fall of her chest. Telling you that though she is as unmoveable as the moon there is life coursing within; a smile or blush could appear and so begin the rise or descent of the moon.
Arising as the sun mere moments later when her emotions intensify.
Ink hair rest atop Lulu's hair in calligraphy braids while the pulse of her soul, remembering wasted time and lives, is a quagmire of bloodied lily-pads.
You hop across them enraptured; getting closer and closer to sinking.
She sits in the ponderous sunlight; waiting for the same thing you are hiding here for.
Then the orb that resembles disintegrating sand clothes itself in a cloak of russet and drops it away to become the world's colourless eye; the sky darkens.
Lulu glances up and her own moon appears, a small smile, and she starts to hum.
The lily-pad beneath you begins to sink as your heart whimpers; blackberries squish underneath your shoes.
Her fingers reach out for the water and it meets her halfway; trembling until it starts to form Lulu's reflection to announce this element has been mastered by her.
You do not think it has the ability to be her; it is a weak copy.
The tricky cat's smirk finds its way onto the master's mouth and the water-servant obediently copies her, its body is dripping away though, and then a sudden onslaught of water falls onto your hiding place.
Your eyes blink away the liquid to see her staring down at you; laughing for the first time since you've met her.
Lulu holds out her hand for yours.
A kiss.
The lily-pad breaks away from its root and the quagmire happily embraces you.