Make my wish come true, let darkness slip aside (Narrative / Closed)
Character(s): Lightning (and Celes if she wants to comment)
Content: It's morning and Lightning notices her brand for the first time since arriving here.
Setting: Lightning and Celes' apartment
Time: Morning
Warnings: FF13 spoilers, like always.
Lightning's mornings usually consisted of two things: checking on Celes and preparing herself for the day. She usually did them in that order, except for today. Today, something had felt a little off around her chest, right where her l'Cie brand was, so she'd paused in getting dressed, clothed enough to be considered modest, but with enough off her chest that she could examine the brand without being impeded. She traced a finger over the edges, making a rectangular shape since her finger was too wide to go over the detailed parts.
The strange thing was that she'd thought for sure the thing looked a little different, but she was also certain that it should have at least started developing the eye by now. That's what Fang had said, right? That the eye would start to develop and once it had opened all the way it was game over, Cie'th city. Well, there wasn't any trace of an eye that Lightning could find. What was weirder was that the arrows didn't look fully formed, either. Lightning frowned and retraced it, watching the path in her mirror.
What was going on? Not that she was really going to complain about the sudden delay, but she'd been sure that if Barthandelus had any sort of hand in how these stupid brands progressed, he would have made theirs continue just to frighten them into action. For someone like Fang it might even have worked. But nothing was happening, or almost nothing. Lightning could tell that a little progress had been made, but not enough to actually mean anything. It was strange, looking at the mark in the mirror. To be perfectly honest, Lightning had almost forgotten about it. No one knew what a l'Cie was here and that meant no one knew who she was. There was no Jihl or Barthandelus, no PSICOM or Guardian Corps, no Cocoon or Gran Pulse. No Purge. No Fang, Vanille, Snow, Hope, or Sazh. And no Serah.
Lightning was alone, just like she'd wanted in the beginning, back on the Vile Peaks with Hope. Life was cruelly ironic that way. One minute you were wishing you could do it all alone and the next minute you were who knew where with no one familiar in sight.
Her hand curled into a fist over the brand before she brought it down hard on the sink counter, leaning on that arm with her head resting on it. "Damnit," she whispered to herself. "I'll find a way, Serah. You are not staying crystal forever."
And Lightning wasn't turning Cie'th if she could help it. Crystal, either. No matter how close or far away Barthandelus was, she wasn't going to let him run her life. She had better, more important things to do. Like saving her sister.
Content: It's morning and Lightning notices her brand for the first time since arriving here.
Setting: Lightning and Celes' apartment
Time: Morning
Warnings: FF13 spoilers, like always.
Lightning's mornings usually consisted of two things: checking on Celes and preparing herself for the day. She usually did them in that order, except for today. Today, something had felt a little off around her chest, right where her l'Cie brand was, so she'd paused in getting dressed, clothed enough to be considered modest, but with enough off her chest that she could examine the brand without being impeded. She traced a finger over the edges, making a rectangular shape since her finger was too wide to go over the detailed parts.
The strange thing was that she'd thought for sure the thing looked a little different, but she was also certain that it should have at least started developing the eye by now. That's what Fang had said, right? That the eye would start to develop and once it had opened all the way it was game over, Cie'th city. Well, there wasn't any trace of an eye that Lightning could find. What was weirder was that the arrows didn't look fully formed, either. Lightning frowned and retraced it, watching the path in her mirror.
What was going on? Not that she was really going to complain about the sudden delay, but she'd been sure that if Barthandelus had any sort of hand in how these stupid brands progressed, he would have made theirs continue just to frighten them into action. For someone like Fang it might even have worked. But nothing was happening, or almost nothing. Lightning could tell that a little progress had been made, but not enough to actually mean anything. It was strange, looking at the mark in the mirror. To be perfectly honest, Lightning had almost forgotten about it. No one knew what a l'Cie was here and that meant no one knew who she was. There was no Jihl or Barthandelus, no PSICOM or Guardian Corps, no Cocoon or Gran Pulse. No Purge. No Fang, Vanille, Snow, Hope, or Sazh. And no Serah.
Lightning was alone, just like she'd wanted in the beginning, back on the Vile Peaks with Hope. Life was cruelly ironic that way. One minute you were wishing you could do it all alone and the next minute you were who knew where with no one familiar in sight.
Her hand curled into a fist over the brand before she brought it down hard on the sink counter, leaning on that arm with her head resting on it. "Damnit," she whispered to herself. "I'll find a way, Serah. You are not staying crystal forever."
And Lightning wasn't turning Cie'th if she could help it. Crystal, either. No matter how close or far away Barthandelus was, she wasn't going to let him run her life. She had better, more important things to do. Like saving her sister.