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[feymarked]

Characters: Snow Villiers feymarked & Serah Farron fatemarked

Setting/Location: Beast's Castle and Caravan

Date & Time: Backdated just before the Caravan leaves

Warnings: None...so far?

Summary: Snow and Serah have some catching up to do after the Masquerade. They'll explore the castle before getting on the Caravan.

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*thumbs up*

[fatemarked]

There was a split-second pause, one long enough for Serah to briefly tighten her hold on Snow’s hand as a handful of memories during her time alone on the Vestige involuntarily bubbled to the surface. She smiled then, a small one. Thin. She had even started missing him then. Both him and Lightning, and she didn’t think she had even been trapped there for more than a day or so. Even when she had been in stasis, Serah knew she had missed them then, too. She didn’t really remember her time in the crystal-she had no sense of it whatsoever; it was the same as sleeping and waking: during that, time had no meaning that one could measure or remember-but she imagined that she dreamed. And, like every other dream that had come before, it had faded into the recesses of her mind, but still left a lingering impression. One she felt even now, that eerie tug of separation. She hated the feeling.

“And so did I.” There wasn’t much else she thought about while she had been inside the Vestige ruins alone. She had thought of him as she watched her brand change, saw the few arrows already there multiplying into many, until there were no more for the brand to make. She had thought of him when the single eye of the brand opened, deep red and sleepless and final, a penetrating gaze. She couldn’t help but glance at Snow’s wrist then, her eyes lingering on his brand. Now their necklaces weren’t the only thing that matched. Her voice went quiet. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

She forced her eyes away, looking around the elegant ballroom for something to focus on-perhaps the chandelier. Still, Serah knew that there was probably nothing she could have said or done to have stopped him from doing it. Or Lightning either. Challenging a fal’Cie. That sounded like something Snow would do. She was sure he’d take on the world single-handedly if he had to, dive in headfirst. She admired that about him, but he worried her sometimes. At least here she didn’t have to worry about any of them becoming Cie’th. Lightning had told her that their brands were frozen. They weren’t living with an hourglass seared into their skin. They could really be themselves, for a little while, anyway, without having to live in fear. And Serah had to admit she was glad that burden was gone. At least for now. Though that didn’t change what had happened, or what might happen in the future, Serah still intended to enjoy and appreciate the present while she could. They would make it through.

She shook her head, dispelling her previous thoughts, and recalled Snow’s first question. She responded quickly, her voice gaining back most of her previous enthusiasm. “It is big, isn’t it? We’d probably be stranded here for another week if we just wanted to see all of it. ...I thought maybe we could just walk through it again before we board the Caravan-like we would go through the ruins. We don’t need to go anywhere in particular, unless there’s some part you want to see?”