La mer bergère d'azur (Ponyo, Fujimoto/Granmamere)
Title: La mer bergère d'azur
Author/Artist: allira_dream
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 350.
Summary: He's weak and tired and yet the only thing he can think is that it's not so bad, like this, to die like this, surrounded by the ocean's embrace.
A/N: Written for springkink: Ponyo, Fujimoto/Granmamare: power differences - She was as strong as all the seas
La mer bergère d'azur
La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie
'La mer' Charles Trenet
It happens like this: they throw Fujimoto out of his own ship, the crew, the humans, believing him to be possessed for not turning away from the storm, for believing it's beautiful, poor humans who were afraid of the ocean, all of them who don't see what he sees, what he tries to do.
And still, Fujimoto is thrown into the ocean and his spell breaks like glass, as if it hadn't taken months and months of planning to even get that far. He's weak and tired and yet the only thing he can think is that it's not so bad, like this, to die like this, surrounded by the ocean's embrace.
But then he wakes up, and he finds himself under the ocean, light shining through the water like stained glass. Multicolored fish swim besides him, coral and anemones like trees and flowers much more beautiful than he has ever seen and he would cry if he wasn't afraid of his pathetic, human salt-water staining this too.
You who tried to capture me, he hears a voice, her voice, and he sees her as she smiles. She's around him, over him, everywhere and anywhere there. Why were you trying to do so?
“I wanted to be with you,” he tells her. Fujimoto has always been proud, but right now he would beg if he had to. “I love you. I've always loved you.”
And yet you would capture me.
“Please,” he asks, and he can feel tears.
There's a soft touch on his face, almost warm, sunset upon a beach. He closes his eyes and feels the warm, wet touch of her against his lips and Fujimoto thinks, for this, he would be happy to drown.
When he opens his eyes he's at some unknown shore, wet and dripping, salt upon his mouth. She could have crushed him, her power much stronger than any he might have had, and yet she didn't.Her voice sings, not for him, he doesn't think, but still there.
Come through your own power, she seems to be telling him.
Fujimoto has never loved her more.
Author/Artist: allira_dream
Rating: G.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 350.
Summary: He's weak and tired and yet the only thing he can think is that it's not so bad, like this, to die like this, surrounded by the ocean's embrace.
A/N: Written for springkink: Ponyo, Fujimoto/Granmamare: power differences - She was as strong as all the seas
La mer bergère d'azur
La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie
'La mer' Charles Trenet
It happens like this: they throw Fujimoto out of his own ship, the crew, the humans, believing him to be possessed for not turning away from the storm, for believing it's beautiful, poor humans who were afraid of the ocean, all of them who don't see what he sees, what he tries to do.
And still, Fujimoto is thrown into the ocean and his spell breaks like glass, as if it hadn't taken months and months of planning to even get that far. He's weak and tired and yet the only thing he can think is that it's not so bad, like this, to die like this, surrounded by the ocean's embrace.
But then he wakes up, and he finds himself under the ocean, light shining through the water like stained glass. Multicolored fish swim besides him, coral and anemones like trees and flowers much more beautiful than he has ever seen and he would cry if he wasn't afraid of his pathetic, human salt-water staining this too.
You who tried to capture me, he hears a voice, her voice, and he sees her as she smiles. She's around him, over him, everywhere and anywhere there. Why were you trying to do so?
“I wanted to be with you,” he tells her. Fujimoto has always been proud, but right now he would beg if he had to. “I love you. I've always loved you.”
And yet you would capture me.
“Please,” he asks, and he can feel tears.
There's a soft touch on his face, almost warm, sunset upon a beach. He closes his eyes and feels the warm, wet touch of her against his lips and Fujimoto thinks, for this, he would be happy to drown.
When he opens his eyes he's at some unknown shore, wet and dripping, salt upon his mouth. She could have crushed him, her power much stronger than any he might have had, and yet she didn't.Her voice sings, not for him, he doesn't think, but still there.
Come through your own power, she seems to be telling him.
Fujimoto has never loved her more.