[The world sinks slowly into darkness around them. Amaya can sense the form crouched before her, and reaches out for his face, feeling warmth on the tips of her fingers. He is real. He is solid. He is here. Two brothers here to help her; she has been so alone for so long. The painted bodies of her parents start to fade behind her-
And where is home? She cannot answer. Home is a farm house surrounded by grass. Home is an old lady's apartment, damp in winter. Home is a school full of children without parents. Home is going to sleep next to mama, then waking up to find her gone. Home is auntie after uncle after granny, and the travel between each is more consistant and persistent than any single place she has stayed.
Home is where Mama and Baba are...but where are they now?]
I don't know... Mama's gone away again... She always goes away but she always comes back... Right?
[She steps forward, testing the flesh of the one so close to her. Willing those arms to wrap her in a hug from which she can gather some affection.]
((ooc:hope you don't mind me breaking turn Tarei! - I really can't resist the rugrat))sephiroth_sanSeptember 2 2009, 12:21:10 UTC
[Behind that small head Sephiroth notices the painted figures start to fade away. It seems the mood of the dream has shifted dramatically. This would be the turning point it seemed; either they would secure their new sister or she would find within herself the identity with her biological parents and discard himself and Yazoo forever. That would be such a shame, to have Mother's cells wasted like that]
[But the seed of doubt seemed to have firmly planted itself in the tear-stained strife Amaya was currently going through, as surely as her tiny fingers rested against his face now. A world without Mother and Father, a childhood so alike to-
It had to make sense, why else would Mother have placed Amaya such? Sure there was little doubt by now that Hojo was the instrument but Mother's will, and therefore Sephiroth's own ran through it. She was theirs for the taking.]
Sometimes, you have to make it so that you can find her. People tend to get in the way but yes, eventually...
[Then the girl stepped forward and continued touching his face, neck... unexpected Sephiroth fought to contain the rising reaction that stirred at unknown contact; control was vital, and even more crucial to their sister right now. Strong, warm leather clad arms wrapped around Amaya carefully as if she were made of glass. Giving affection feels a little strange, but he'd picked up what she needed automatically.]
How could anyone not want you, sister. You are very special.
Not at all xDDfragmented_sinxSeptember 15 2009, 21:37:33 UTC
[The remnant was able to the colourful painting of pictures of the girl's imagination, only they were real enough to not be a mere painting of scenarios, creatures in which he had seen on his journey. Yet, the fact that she seemed fragile was a bit unknown to him, foreign. He wouldn't know if her parents wanted her.
The male nodded in agreement with the other. The little girl, Amaya, his sister was similiar to Loz, the way her emotions were displayed easily. HE always found it amusing to tease the other remnant but said nothing tot he little girl. AT least nothing teasing, anyway.]
Special, like us. You're not alone.
[His response was a small whisper to her, but clearly stated his opinions]
And where is home? She cannot answer. Home is a farm house surrounded by grass. Home is an old lady's apartment, damp in winter. Home is a school full of children without parents. Home is going to sleep next to mama, then waking up to find her gone. Home is auntie after uncle after granny, and the travel between each is more consistant and persistent than any single place she has stayed.
Home is where Mama and Baba are...but where are they now?]
I don't know... Mama's gone away again... She always goes away but she always comes back... Right?
[She steps forward, testing the flesh of the one so close to her. Willing those arms to wrap her in a hug from which she can gather some affection.]
Maybe Mama and Baba don't want me anymore...
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[But the seed of doubt seemed to have firmly planted itself in the tear-stained strife Amaya was currently going through, as surely as her tiny fingers rested against his face now. A world without Mother and Father, a childhood so alike to-
It had to make sense, why else would Mother have placed Amaya such? Sure there was little doubt by now that Hojo was the instrument but Mother's will, and therefore Sephiroth's own ran through it. She was theirs for the taking.]
Sometimes, you have to make it so that you can find her. People tend to get in the way but yes, eventually...
[Then the girl stepped forward and continued touching his face, neck... unexpected Sephiroth fought to contain the rising reaction that stirred at unknown contact; control was vital, and even more crucial to their sister right now. Strong, warm leather clad arms wrapped around Amaya carefully as if she were made of glass. Giving affection feels a little strange, but he'd picked up what she needed automatically.]
How could anyone not want you, sister. You are very special.
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The male nodded in agreement with the other. The little girl, Amaya, his sister was similiar to Loz, the way her emotions were displayed easily. HE always found it amusing to tease the other remnant but said nothing tot he little girl. AT least nothing teasing, anyway.]
Special, like us. You're not alone.
[His response was a small whisper to her, but clearly stated his opinions]
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