I'll make your every wish come true... [CLOSED]
WHO: Penelo {danceofrapture}, Vaan {earnedmywings}
WHAT: A joyful reunion between the children of Rabanastre
WHERE: The Docks/Beach
WHEN: Day 220, Evening
Though the ball had lifted her soaked spirits, the blonde was still not the brightest ray of sunshine to grace Rivelata. On the emptiest nights in House Bunansa, she would creep into Larsa's bedroom and lie beside him, outside of the covers, with an arm draped about him safely, just to feel someone close to her. Even Grell had tended her. In the weeks after her world had crumpled apart, Penelo somehow forgot all those around her who had looked after her. She remembered now.
And now, she had made the decision to lift her head up anyway, to be strong. That was what Travis, what Balthier and Fran, and what Basch would've wanted for her. They loved her as the bright, sunny dancer, the daughter of Rabanastre, the cheerful baker. They would not want the one they love to disappear because of their deaths.
And it was as if the Gods rewarded her for her choice of resilience. For there, in her journal was the one face that she had wanted to see for over six months. That constant, warm smile a few inches over her shoulder all through high school; that tug on her braid, that laugh and that playful handwriting that she had come to recognize on notes tacked to her door. Vaan, her partner in crime, her childhood friend, her other half.
She threw off her mourning garb and donned the pinks and creams that she loved, the color of joy and of spring, of her heart.
Her feet flew and she found herself dancing as she twirled and spun on her way to the docks. Vaan, Vaan was here!
Penelo found herself at the docks just as the sun was slipping into the ocean for the night. Her hair, in characteristic braids, bounced and brushed along her back as she turned her head, searching for the blonde boy.
WHAT: A joyful reunion between the children of Rabanastre
WHERE: The Docks/Beach
WHEN: Day 220, Evening
Though the ball had lifted her soaked spirits, the blonde was still not the brightest ray of sunshine to grace Rivelata. On the emptiest nights in House Bunansa, she would creep into Larsa's bedroom and lie beside him, outside of the covers, with an arm draped about him safely, just to feel someone close to her. Even Grell had tended her. In the weeks after her world had crumpled apart, Penelo somehow forgot all those around her who had looked after her. She remembered now.
And now, she had made the decision to lift her head up anyway, to be strong. That was what Travis, what Balthier and Fran, and what Basch would've wanted for her. They loved her as the bright, sunny dancer, the daughter of Rabanastre, the cheerful baker. They would not want the one they love to disappear because of their deaths.
And it was as if the Gods rewarded her for her choice of resilience. For there, in her journal was the one face that she had wanted to see for over six months. That constant, warm smile a few inches over her shoulder all through high school; that tug on her braid, that laugh and that playful handwriting that she had come to recognize on notes tacked to her door. Vaan, her partner in crime, her childhood friend, her other half.
She threw off her mourning garb and donned the pinks and creams that she loved, the color of joy and of spring, of her heart.
Her feet flew and she found herself dancing as she twirled and spun on her way to the docks. Vaan, Vaan was here!
Penelo found herself at the docks just as the sun was slipping into the ocean for the night. Her hair, in characteristic braids, bounced and brushed along her back as she turned her head, searching for the blonde boy.